Submissions by Neoma
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jan 2021 1:01am
30th Jan 2021 1:01am
Here Is A Story Written Into My Mind At Night
spiritual journey, visual poem
#love
314 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Jan 2021 00:07am
29th Jan 2021 00:07am
of my confusion
After a long time, I felt like I
could be laughing again, and so,
almost thinking outloud, I said,
"silent joy."
There is nothing the matter. I
would be your friend, if I thought
I could. But back then I
Oops, and after the suicidal
thoughts passed I became
someone who would dream of
love, while in my confusion, it
felt like you would know
perfectly
I think you were
The purest, most kind person I...
could be laughing again, and so,
almost thinking outloud, I said,
"silent joy."
There is nothing the matter. I
would be your friend, if I thought
I could. But back then I
Oops, and after the suicidal
thoughts passed I became
someone who would dream of
love, while in my confusion, it
felt like you would know
perfectly
I think you were
The purest, most kind person I...
#friendship
234 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
10th Jan 2021 4:05pm
10th Jan 2021 4:05pm
you've always been the most real here
that's why
#respect
326 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Dec 2020 4:17pm
26th Dec 2020 4:17pm
i will
Surrounding me on this morning, of the connectiveness holding within the tissue light that down through the trees back yards over, calling into the of the crow now of the empty Cafe you stories of that unintelligible words I speak intelligibly in reassurance to the barking dog two will send you notice of the which is filtering above this courtyard i will send you all the soft susurrus together of speech issuing around the building so powerfully travelling World its own noises Speaking. More to reach my ears – i close together above me just of the traffic whispering past sound waves.
...
...
#love
#friendship
206 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Oct 2020 3:29am
24th Oct 2020 3:29am
Unuttered Permutations
I had to learn to write, because I was
writing to you
Because it was written to you
I finally started to figure out how
to write
It kind of worked that way
Failed that way
That might have been the first time anyone
saw me
It was the very first time I saw me
...
writing to you
Because it was written to you
I finally started to figure out how
to write
It kind of worked that way
Failed that way
That might have been the first time anyone
saw me
It was the very first time I saw me
...
#love
236 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Oct 2020 1:49pm
9th Oct 2020 1:49pm
Nun Sense
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I'm miss you Tong Femme ,but thets okang too. Maybe it won't make m e botter permon...
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I'm miss you Tong Femme ,but thets okang too. Maybe it won't make m e botter permon...
#love
263 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2020 4:22am
23rd Sep 2020 4:22am
Simplification
Karma is a state of mind
Dharma, well, that's whatever you want
it to be
Like, call it a child's universal
laughter
call it magic in a butterfly's
flight path
call it birdsong in a human's
ear
Of course
i am Wrong
and i am Backwards
i am even ... Upside down
And quite possibly, folks who don't just ...
Dharma, well, that's whatever you want
it to be
Like, call it a child's universal
laughter
call it magic in a butterfly's
flight path
call it birdsong in a human's
ear
Of course
i am Wrong
and i am Backwards
i am even ... Upside down
And quite possibly, folks who don't just ...
#spiritual
269 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Sep 2020 5:04pm
5th Sep 2020 5:04pm
Elvis Crashed The Party
The party is dissolved and
it is trench warfare
As my military brother in
Cannes
reports
Elsie wears local leather jackets and
stays up all night
The girl and I were on vacation on our
way home
All governments were out
The salt water hit the bottom of the
sand
It was full of people who didn't
understand
Why did we decide to...
it is trench warfare
As my military brother in
Cannes
reports
Elsie wears local leather jackets and
stays up all night
The girl and I were on vacation on our
way home
All governments were out
The salt water hit the bottom of the
sand
It was full of people who didn't
understand
Why did we decide to...
#spiritual
108 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2020 12:40pm
3rd Sep 2020 12:40pm
em-ily more – part 2
Sisters:
I am at the intersection where I stand for dinner, in a few hours to go to Bethlehem. Our mother left Amhurst when we were 9 years old but she sends you a letter last night. I will post it in L.A.
I talked in Amsterdam about starting a Press, and we found a very interesting partner. I signed papers with them before I left yesterday.
In the opening episode, I plan to say, "Thank you." Gratitude is the only secret that can...
I am at the intersection where I stand for dinner, in a few hours to go to Bethlehem. Our mother left Amhurst when we were 9 years old but she sends you a letter last night. I will post it in L.A.
I talked in Amsterdam about starting a Press, and we found a very interesting partner. I signed papers with them before I left yesterday.
In the opening episode, I plan to say, "Thank you." Gratitude is the only secret that can...
#love
#EmilyDickinson
#family
311 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2020 12:36pm
2nd Sep 2020 12:36pm
Ring
By the way:
Is it written
There is a time to change
everything
When certian things seemed to stay
I didn't think I could change
anything
It is easy to make that mistake
Sometimes I have a question
And if it's not in front of me
Sometimes I think I am blind
Elsewhere
I dreamed that I was walking in a
desert
As...
Is it written
There is a time to change
everything
When certian things seemed to stay
I didn't think I could change
anything
It is easy to make that mistake
Sometimes I have a question
And if it's not in front of me
Sometimes I think I am blind
Elsewhere
I dreamed that I was walking in a
desert
As...
#spiritual
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
30th Aug 2020 3:30pm
30th Aug 2020 3:30pm
The First Time We Met
The first time we meet my heart leapt. It was instant and deep. Attraction. I like you a lot, I think you are super; in the moments since we met I have cried a lot
said the mystery
Have you seen that book about the past? Let it go. Change the focus. Make sure you always remember though. Move forward. I always try. The wounds go back and forth, leaving parts of themselves behind and taking other parts of ourselves with them. But never the greater of either. Thinking of you. Love yourself. Let you be in good condition, if possible. It is important to...
said the mystery
Have you seen that book about the past? Let it go. Change the focus. Make sure you always remember though. Move forward. I always try. The wounds go back and forth, leaving parts of themselves behind and taking other parts of ourselves with them. But never the greater of either. Thinking of you. Love yourself. Let you be in good condition, if possible. It is important to...
#love
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
29th Aug 2020 5:38pm
29th Aug 2020 5:38pm
They tell me in my wake:
They tell me in my wake: "You and the world you live in are just grains of sand on the endless shore of the endless sea." In my dream I tell them: "I am the boundless sea and all the worlds are just grains of sand on my shore."
We flee, wandering, the longing of creatures at sea for thousands of years until the wind in the woods guides us back to our words. And now we express our tomorrows using all of yesterdays' voices.
I once filled my hand with rage. Then I opened it. There was nothing there but sand. And I...
We flee, wandering, the longing of creatures at sea for thousands of years until the wind in the woods guides us back to our words. And now we express our tomorrows using all of yesterdays' voices.
I once filled my hand with rage. Then I opened it. There was nothing there but sand. And I...
#love
#KahlilGibran
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