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.
LOVE POEM
Published
9th May 2024 3:45pm
9th May 2024 3:45pm
Breathe Her
Her eyes bring an ache to my chest,
She is painful and sharp without apology.
Our culmination is a bloody wound just above my collarbone,
A scarred over bite mark.
My skin is just as new as the day I was born,
She has rebuilt my body with carnage.
The stitches that bind my flesh are held together by a wire that sprouts from deep in her veins.
If she leaves,
she'll take my life with her.
She is painful and sharp without apology.
Our culmination is a bloody wound just above my collarbone,
A scarred over bite mark.
My skin is just as new as the day I was born,
She has rebuilt my body with carnage.
The stitches that bind my flesh are held together by a wire that sprouts from deep in her veins.
If she leaves,
she'll take my life with her.
#bittersweet
#manipulation
#separation
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th May 2024 3:20pm
9th May 2024 3:20pm
If the tides stopped
If the tides stopped,
I’d etch my name into the sand until I run out of room.
I’d dig at the sand until my skin was red and raw just for the chance that someone,
someday,
will know I was here.
I was here when the tides stopped.
If the tides stopped, I’d draw in the sand.
As I would watch the sun set over the still waters the weight of my actions would set in.
I’ll drag mounds of sand around trying to repair the broken shore.
Tears will fall down my cheeks as I sob for what I’ve destroyed with my bare hands. ...
I’d etch my name into the sand until I run out of room.
I’d dig at the sand until my skin was red and raw just for the chance that someone,
someday,
will know I was here.
I was here when the tides stopped.
If the tides stopped, I’d draw in the sand.
As I would watch the sun set over the still waters the weight of my actions would set in.
I’ll drag mounds of sand around trying to repair the broken shore.
Tears will fall down my cheeks as I sob for what I’ve destroyed with my bare hands. ...
#aging
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th May 2024 7:23am
9th May 2024 7:23am
A feeling I Cannot Name
There's a feeling that can't be named,
Brought by the scar of old love.
The sensation of picking at a scab just because you almost can't bear the thought of it healing.
It cuts deep into your heart and sears a brand of their fingerprints.
They've permanently scarred you.
And when you think you just might be able to find a new love,
Their hold on you rears its ugly head.
Seeing someone you loved at one time,
Someone you'd given everything to;
Just standing there.
...
Brought by the scar of old love.
The sensation of picking at a scab just because you almost can't bear the thought of it healing.
It cuts deep into your heart and sears a brand of their fingerprints.
They've permanently scarred you.
And when you think you just might be able to find a new love,
Their hold on you rears its ugly head.
Seeing someone you loved at one time,
Someone you'd given everything to;
Just standing there.
...
#memories
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th May 2024 7:17am
9th May 2024 7:17am
Superior Life Forms
I sit on a rock beside the creek with a pencil and paper,
The rumbling of the water so perfectly fills my ears.
I look up to see a bird,
large and black,
Carelessly perched atop a tree.
I wonder for a moment,
Can he see me too?
I wonder if he feels envious of me,
If he burns with jealously at my being on this rock.
I can see him,
I can ponder his thoughts and feelings.
In that way I am special.
He flaps his wings and they shimmer in the sun,
He flies away in a rush of noisy wind.
...
The rumbling of the water so perfectly fills my ears.
I look up to see a bird,
large and black,
Carelessly perched atop a tree.
I wonder for a moment,
Can he see me too?
I wonder if he feels envious of me,
If he burns with jealously at my being on this rock.
I can see him,
I can ponder his thoughts and feelings.
In that way I am special.
He flaps his wings and they shimmer in the sun,
He flies away in a rush of noisy wind.
...
#identity
#SelfReflection
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th May 2024 10:24pm
8th May 2024 10:24pm
Unknown or Unrequited?
Despite the pain of wandering eyes; My fate is decided.
A feeling harbored in the pages of a journal we both hold.
It should drive me mad with its uncertainty,
Yet I can't find reason for anger, only burning curiosity:
What thoughts have you written?
What moments have you read into, what private wonderings?
Spoken word is obsolete,
I beg of you;
Write them in the margins.
A feeling harbored in the pages of a journal we both hold.
It should drive me mad with its uncertainty,
Yet I can't find reason for anger, only burning curiosity:
What thoughts have you written?
What moments have you read into, what private wonderings?
Spoken word is obsolete,
I beg of you;
Write them in the margins.
#UnrequitedLove
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ANGER POEM
Published
8th May 2024 10:17pm
8th May 2024 10:17pm
Cruel lover
My mind is broken into pieces,
Shards of my sanity that lay scattered across our own private plane of existence.
My thoughts,
sharp edged and jagged,
cut deep into your skin and settle there.
I am selfish and greedy for this,
Scrambling and clawing at the bloody wounds in your chest.
It's a desperate shuffle of unclear intentions.
If love is a bloody red,
Bleed for me.
If even just for a moment, a worn, stained cloth on hand to once again blot the red away.
Shards of my sanity that lay scattered across our own private plane of existence.
My thoughts,
sharp edged and jagged,
cut deep into your skin and settle there.
I am selfish and greedy for this,
Scrambling and clawing at the bloody wounds in your chest.
It's a desperate shuffle of unclear intentions.
If love is a bloody red,
Bleed for me.
If even just for a moment, a worn, stained cloth on hand to once again blot the red away.
#anger
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