Submissions by Nilknarfar
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I’m not a writer, you’ll see that in my writing. I just encountered inspiration recently and it took control of my pen.
Perspective
With a deep breath she opened her bright eyes for the first time and trained them on someone she’d learn to trust
While weightless ice circles some far away stone, shimmering and reflecting light, quiet and steady, tumbling towards beautiful eternity
While weightless ice circles some far away stone, shimmering and reflecting light, quiet and steady, tumbling towards beautiful eternity
#happiness
#love
#hope
#inspirational
#TruthOfLife
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Bring your storm
Bring your skin to me
Breathe the life back into my pen
Cast the heavens down around me
To remind me I’m unafraid
Test my sense of wonder
And show reverence as I never waiver
Breathe the life back into my pen
Cast the heavens down around me
To remind me I’m unafraid
Test my sense of wonder
And show reverence as I never waiver
#love
#storm
#learning #support
#learning #support
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Anxiously Awaiting
What a sight you are
Sitting over there
Blissfully unaware
Sandstone hue
Fire flickering behind you
Your thoughts are embers
Warm as a picnic
Dancing and serenading
Lost in some long gone day
You’re sunbathing by a brook
Floating gently in a warm stream
Looks like healing
For a fleeting moment
You’ve forgotten
We’re all after you
When you see me
Seeing you
Red light hue
A flash-bang gaze
Cast upon you
Turpentine floods the room
One long deep breath
Before ignition
A...
Sitting over there
Blissfully unaware
Sandstone hue
Fire flickering behind you
Your thoughts are embers
Warm as a picnic
Dancing and serenading
Lost in some long gone day
You’re sunbathing by a brook
Floating gently in a warm stream
Looks like healing
For a fleeting moment
You’ve forgotten
We’re all after you
When you see me
Seeing you
Red light hue
A flash-bang gaze
Cast upon you
Turpentine floods the room
One long deep breath
Before ignition
A...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth #acceptance
#MentalHealth #acceptance
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Today May Get Fatey
It was the kind of day you step in front of traffic, then dare fate to fold you up in newspaper headlines.
Oh dreams came true alright, but you should have dreamed about not being a foolhardy dreamer; who can know these things.
Your mind is an ashtray full of stumped out intentions, it’s overflowing and starting to look like a barrel cactus. And you’re in just the right kind of mood, to burn another one down.
Your eyes slowly break open and you realize how much you look forward to that double shot of communal antacid and how much you dread pouring yourself...
Oh dreams came true alright, but you should have dreamed about not being a foolhardy dreamer; who can know these things.
Your mind is an ashtray full of stumped out intentions, it’s overflowing and starting to look like a barrel cactus. And you’re in just the right kind of mood, to burn another one down.
Your eyes slowly break open and you realize how much you look forward to that double shot of communal antacid and how much you dread pouring yourself...
#secrets
#determination
#LookingForLove
#obsession
#ThrillSeeking
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Light My Path
Light my path
I want to hold the light inside you
I want to see behind your eyes
What’s it like to see what you see?
Lend me your flame and
Press your wick against mine
Maybe our united flicker
Can make your searing smile even brighter
Then turn that gaze toward me
Send your heat all over my chest
Brighten this newfound world around me
And show me what I’ve been missing
In the spaces between my steps
Maybe I’ll be tone deaf no more
And learn to love in full color
I want to hold the light inside you
I want to see behind your eyes
What’s it like to see what you see?
Lend me your flame and
Press your wick against mine
Maybe our united flicker
Can make your searing smile even brighter
Then turn that gaze toward me
Send your heat all over my chest
Brighten this newfound world around me
And show me what I’ve been missing
In the spaces between my steps
Maybe I’ll be tone deaf no more
And learn to love in full color
#love
#romantic
#beauty
#inspirational
#admiration
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A Promise
With what felt like her final breath she poured her heart into a request. “One last thing before you go. I need you to make me a big promise”
He bravely offered up the last bit of charming composure to slyly respond "Let me get this straight. You mean for me to make a solemn vow to you, on behalf of a man I haven’t met yet, some stranger who wears my skin at some point in the future. You’re asking me to promise you, he’ll do something big? Now, how am I supposed to guarantee he'll do anything?” Clever deflection he thought.
She didn’t waiver in her conviction,...
He bravely offered up the last bit of charming composure to slyly respond "Let me get this straight. You mean for me to make a solemn vow to you, on behalf of a man I haven’t met yet, some stranger who wears my skin at some point in the future. You’re asking me to promise you, he’ll do something big? Now, how am I supposed to guarantee he'll do anything?” Clever deflection he thought.
She didn’t waiver in her conviction,...
#love
#strength
#courage
#forgiveness
#redemption
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The last paragraph
The closing paragraph, a literary necessity, crafted to signify a story’s end. A consumable thought has been so convincingly packaged and sold as comprehensive. Clever myopia.
This is the mortal curse: Short lives render near sight. Period. We have a need for finality, a symmetrical compliment to our lives of narrow scope. In the story of our lives, the final paragraph is always closing in. That final sentence is aways on our tail.
I ponder how my own last paragraph will read, when my story is told. What will be the tone and tact of my epitaph? I’m taken aback...
This is the mortal curse: Short lives render near sight. Period. We have a need for finality, a symmetrical compliment to our lives of narrow scope. In the story of our lives, the final paragraph is always closing in. That final sentence is aways on our tail.
I ponder how my own last paragraph will read, when my story is told. What will be the tone and tact of my epitaph? I’m taken aback...
#courage
#motivational
#inspirational
#gratitude
#determination
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This is love
Time to go again
It felt like being torn away
Unplugged from a staggering life source
An ending, eager for the next beginning
Time away, is time wasted
Desperate to delay
Another agonizing absence
Your eyes dove deep into me
They confessed you’re drowning in me
They tied my heart strings into a pretty bow
My empty hands found your face
They handled it as a precious jewel
My lips lingered on yours for a brief eternity
Sure to suffocate without one more breath of your breath
We said without saying ...
It felt like being torn away
Unplugged from a staggering life source
An ending, eager for the next beginning
Time away, is time wasted
Desperate to delay
Another agonizing absence
Your eyes dove deep into me
They confessed you’re drowning in me
They tied my heart strings into a pretty bow
My empty hands found your face
They handled it as a precious jewel
My lips lingered on yours for a brief eternity
Sure to suffocate without one more breath of your breath
We said without saying ...
#romantic
#lover
#FallingInLove
#passion
#obsession
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Water Colors
Stockings cinched tightly
Her wrists welded to the bedframe
A couple tugs confirm they’re taut
She’s not going anywhere
Time to mix some paint
First
You
rub
your
dry
brush
over her body lightly
Down her arms
Across her face
Lightly licking her lips
A master cant paint with a dry brush
So you plunge it to the bottom of the ink
Pulling out
for a moment to check consistency
Your
brush
is
dripping,
Pulses pounding,
sweating
breathing
Stick ...
Her wrists welded to the bedframe
A couple tugs confirm they’re taut
She’s not going anywhere
Time to mix some paint
First
You
rub
your
dry
brush
over her body lightly
Down her arms
Across her face
Lightly licking her lips
A master cant paint with a dry brush
So you plunge it to the bottom of the ink
Pulling out
for a moment to check consistency
Your
brush
is
dripping,
Pulses pounding,
sweating
breathing
Stick ...
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#lover
#orgasm
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Tear Stained Glass
Gazing down the road again
Breeze blowing light rain against the window
Her wet eyes see what they need to see
My god here he comes!
A lover’s caring fingers wiped her rain away
Cruel delusion
Sweet elation
Turns to blurry mud
Again
Hot mercury streaking down tear stained glass
Her age old eyes of marble
Soaked in lighter fluid
Someday she’ll stop pacing
Someday she’ll stop watching
Someday she’ll stop burning
Soon as she gives up hope
Hope is need
Hope is promise
Hope...
Breeze blowing light rain against the window
Her wet eyes see what they need to see
My god here he comes!
A lover’s caring fingers wiped her rain away
Cruel delusion
Sweet elation
Turns to blurry mud
Again
Hot mercury streaking down tear stained glass
Her age old eyes of marble
Soaked in lighter fluid
Someday she’ll stop pacing
Someday she’ll stop watching
Someday she’ll stop burning
Soon as she gives up hope
Hope is need
Hope is promise
Hope...
#rejection
#UnrequitedLove
#despair
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
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The Fate of Words
A lustful romance
Probes the mind
Singing and dancing
It searches the castle
For the rarest of words
Those specially reserved for
magic, love, elegance and dance
It carefully tailors them for a form fit
Buffs them to a high shine
Curates them until they’re worthy of their message.
Then sends them off with a kiss
Melancholy
Retreats to the dungeon
Finds words long starved and left for dead
Lines them up in haphazard order
Then marches them out in the cold
To execute their duties
Of carrying a...
Probes the mind
Singing and dancing
It searches the castle
For the rarest of words
Those specially reserved for
magic, love, elegance and dance
It carefully tailors them for a form fit
Buffs them to a high shine
Curates them until they’re worthy of their message.
Then sends them off with a kiss
Melancholy
Retreats to the dungeon
Finds words long starved and left for dead
Lines them up in haphazard order
Then marches them out in the cold
To execute their duties
Of carrying a...
#conflict
#MovingOn
#escape
#separation
#apathy
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I Miss You
I miss your face
I miss how soft it feels against my lips
I miss how well it carries my mess
I miss how it sounds when I slap it
I miss your tears
I miss the way they accent your face
I miss the way they scare you
I miss licking them off your nipples
I miss your skin.
I miss the way it feels so soft
I miss the way it tears under my fingers
I miss the way it carries my marks
I love your mind
I love how you crave my touch
I love how you obsess about me
I love how completely I still control you
I miss how soft it feels against my lips
I miss how well it carries my mess
I miss how it sounds when I slap it
I miss your tears
I miss the way they accent your face
I miss the way they scare you
I miss licking them off your nipples
I miss your skin.
I miss the way it feels so soft
I miss the way it tears under my fingers
I miss the way it carries my marks
I love your mind
I love how you crave my touch
I love how you obsess about me
I love how completely I still control you
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#BDSM
#seductive
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