Submissions by Nixprty
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write the words my tongue can’t speak, and for those who can still see clearly through the foggy windows.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th May 2024 2:36am
16th May 2024 2:36am
A Conversation on Identity and Derealization
Who am I?
What?
I don’t recognize my face,
even though I see it everyday. Can I truly be myself,
If I don’t know who I am?
Are you okay?
I don’t know who I am, I don’t know if I ever did. I’ve lived in this body for all of these years, but I don’t know who I am.
You’re who you’ve always been..
Who have I always been?
Yourself? Why are you saying all these things..?
I don’t feel like myself, I don’t even know what that feels like. I feel like I’ve invaded a body and life that isn’t my own, yet...
What?
I don’t recognize my face,
even though I see it everyday. Can I truly be myself,
If I don’t know who I am?
Are you okay?
I don’t know who I am, I don’t know if I ever did. I’ve lived in this body for all of these years, but I don’t know who I am.
You’re who you’ve always been..
Who have I always been?
Yourself? Why are you saying all these things..?
I don’t feel like myself, I don’t even know what that feels like. I feel like I’ve invaded a body and life that isn’t my own, yet...
#friendship
#MentalHealth
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th May 2024 4:47pm
15th May 2024 4:47pm
The Ones Before Me
I often think of all the people before me,
Of the prints left behind my another’s feet.
They do not know I was here too,
And truthfully I do not know who,
Who I am placing my thoughts upon,
Who I imagine in the fresh beginning of dawn.
Who,
When I stare into the fading black,
I imagine is staring back.
Of the prints left behind my another’s feet.
They do not know I was here too,
And truthfully I do not know who,
Who I am placing my thoughts upon,
Who I imagine in the fresh beginning of dawn.
Who,
When I stare into the fading black,
I imagine is staring back.
#humankind
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th May 2024 4:45pm
15th May 2024 4:45pm
The In Between
The poem unwritten,
It exists in the downstrokes,
In the moments just before lighting strikes.
It exists in the inbetween,
The awkward silences,
The wordless symphony.
There’s poetry in the undefined,
In the blurry and hidden,
In the spaces between words.
There is beauty in the shadows,
In the downbeats,
In the breath before you drown.
That beauty,
The poem unwritten.
It exists in the downstrokes,
In the moments just before lighting strikes.
It exists in the inbetween,
The awkward silences,
The wordless symphony.
There’s poetry in the undefined,
In the blurry and hidden,
In the spaces between words.
There is beauty in the shadows,
In the downbeats,
In the breath before you drown.
That beauty,
The poem unwritten.
#peace
#philosophical
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th May 2024 5:14am
15th May 2024 5:14am
A Conversation on the Origins of the Universe
How could something come from nothing?
What?
The universe; How could everything around us come from nothing?
Why do you care so much?
Well it’s just, I wanna know more.
Like what?
Well if at some point in time there wasn’t even time, can we truly call it the beginning? And if we can’t, what do we call it? How long was it like that, or can it even be measured. Was it like a vacuum? Or some sort of nothingness we cannot even comprehend, as there was nothing there to comprehend it. What created this world?
God...
What?
The universe; How could everything around us come from nothing?
Why do you care so much?
Well it’s just, I wanna know more.
Like what?
Well if at some point in time there wasn’t even time, can we truly call it the beginning? And if we can’t, what do we call it? How long was it like that, or can it even be measured. Was it like a vacuum? Or some sort of nothingness we cannot even comprehend, as there was nothing there to comprehend it. What created this world?
God...
#philosophical
#religion
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th May 2024 5:05am
15th May 2024 5:05am
A Conversation on Happiness
Do you feel happy?
Yes.
How do you know?
I don’t.
So why do you sound so sure?
I don’t know.
Explain please.
Well I’m not happy all the time, or even most of the time, but I still continue living.
But when you were depressed, you were still living then, no?
No. I was not living,
Rather I was just alive.
I don’t understand.
Neither do I.
How can you say something you don’t understand?
How can anyone understand anything if it’s not meant to be...
Yes.
How do you know?
I don’t.
So why do you sound so sure?
I don’t know.
Explain please.
Well I’m not happy all the time, or even most of the time, but I still continue living.
But when you were depressed, you were still living then, no?
No. I was not living,
Rather I was just alive.
I don’t understand.
Neither do I.
How can you say something you don’t understand?
How can anyone understand anything if it’s not meant to be...
#friendship
#philosophical
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th May 2024 9:09pm
14th May 2024 9:09pm
Allow me to Pretend
I beg you please,
Allow me to pretend.
Pretend the tension exists beyond my mind.
My mind is hazy when I think of you,
Your soft whispers and muffled laughs.
In those late nights I get to imagine,
To imagine I don’t have to beg for permission to admire you.
That you will pull me in to kiss you.
I have these thoughts with you in my arms,
My longing continues to blossom.
If begging is all it takes,
Allow me.
Allow me to pretend.
Pretend the tension exists beyond my mind.
My mind is hazy when I think of you,
Your soft whispers and muffled laughs.
In those late nights I get to imagine,
To imagine I don’t have to beg for permission to admire you.
That you will pull me in to kiss you.
I have these thoughts with you in my arms,
My longing continues to blossom.
If begging is all it takes,
Allow me.
#love
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th May 2024 1:37am
14th May 2024 1:37am
Want
While I sit and construct a face from memory,
Warm pools in my gut,
Curling around my wildly heart.
Are my thoughts grounded in reality?
Or the ever growing urge to hold her against my chest.
No fantasy exists now though,
Reality cuts through my dreams.
To think,
My affections are so expertly concealed that my mind panics at the sight of them on paper.
Palpable and real.
But she stands so far away from these words,
Oblivious.
Unknowing of my admiration,
Every glance of beautiful brown eyes excite me, ...
Warm pools in my gut,
Curling around my wildly heart.
Are my thoughts grounded in reality?
Or the ever growing urge to hold her against my chest.
No fantasy exists now though,
Reality cuts through my dreams.
To think,
My affections are so expertly concealed that my mind panics at the sight of them on paper.
Palpable and real.
But she stands so far away from these words,
Oblivious.
Unknowing of my admiration,
Every glance of beautiful brown eyes excite me, ...
#love
#UnrequitedLove
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DARK POEM
Published
14th May 2024 1:14am
14th May 2024 1:14am
Pathetic
It stalks sluggishly behind me,
I see its figure shuffling awkwardly between the trees.
It’s steps almost apprehensively toward me,
I’m unsure if it knows I see it.
I turn to face it and it freezes,
As if it’s trying to disappear into the trees behind it.
Its silent,
But I can see its chest heaving in breath.
It’s a pathetic creature,
Nervous, sad eyes brimming with tears stare back at me.
Its face is covered in dirt and blood,
And its hands are trembling as they grasp onto its own skin.
I reach a...
I see its figure shuffling awkwardly between the trees.
It’s steps almost apprehensively toward me,
I’m unsure if it knows I see it.
I turn to face it and it freezes,
As if it’s trying to disappear into the trees behind it.
Its silent,
But I can see its chest heaving in breath.
It’s a pathetic creature,
Nervous, sad eyes brimming with tears stare back at me.
Its face is covered in dirt and blood,
And its hands are trembling as they grasp onto its own skin.
I reach a...
#abuse
#bittersweet
#manipulation
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th May 2024 2:18am
13th May 2024 2:18am
Pity Her
A day of silence,
I wonder if she will ever know the peace of it.
She lives in a swirl of faces,
Will she ever close her eyes?
I love the ache of darkness,
She will never truly feel it.
I wonder if she will ever know the peace of it.
She lives in a swirl of faces,
Will she ever close her eyes?
I love the ache of darkness,
She will never truly feel it.
#conflict
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ANGER POEM
Published
12th May 2024 3:43am
12th May 2024 3:43am
What you’ve done
Look at me.
Look at what you’ve done to me.
Look me in the eyes and watch the blood slowly fall down my face.
Watch me as I tear the skin from my throat.
Hear me scream in agony.
Watch me die.
Coward.
LOOK AT ME.
PLEASE.
Look at what you’ve done to me.
Look me in the eyes and watch the blood slowly fall down my face.
Watch me as I tear the skin from my throat.
Hear me scream in agony.
Watch me die.
Coward.
LOOK AT ME.
PLEASE.
#anger
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th May 2024 3:37am
12th May 2024 3:37am
Color wheel
You are so unlike me.
You are ripe pomegranate,
Sharp lines and soft whispers.
Burning candles and fresh roses.
You speak with fire behind your words,
You are seared into my skin.
You are the ache in my lungs,
Sweet strawberries and the unshed tears in my eyes.
You are sweltering heat,
The scuffs on old furniture,
The voice I hear in the silence of midnight.
You are the door that never opens,
The heart that’s never closed.
You are a rich brilliant red,
So unlike my...
You are ripe pomegranate,
Sharp lines and soft whispers.
Burning candles and fresh roses.
You speak with fire behind your words,
You are seared into my skin.
You are the ache in my lungs,
Sweet strawberries and the unshed tears in my eyes.
You are sweltering heat,
The scuffs on old furniture,
The voice I hear in the silence of midnight.
You are the door that never opens,
The heart that’s never closed.
You are a rich brilliant red,
So unlike my...
#crush
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th May 2024 5:17pm
11th May 2024 5:17pm
Quiet
I can’t scream at you.
I’m not even sure I want to.
It’s the silence that hurts the most.
I’m not even sure I want to.
It’s the silence that hurts the most.
#hurt
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