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.
My Dearest Cosmonaut,
How could I hate you?
You are morning fog and early sunsets,
Empathetic and real.
You’re the only person who I feel if I rested a hand on your shoulder,
I wouldn’t fall through.
You are warm and soft,
Shivering in the cold air.
I ache to be near you,
Sweltering cores pressed together.
You are so talented,
You’re the first rays of sun that peek through my windows.
I’d hate to change a thing about you,
Spending hours cataloging your endearing quirks and captivating features.
I am taller than...
You are morning fog and early sunsets,
Empathetic and real.
You’re the only person who I feel if I rested a hand on your shoulder,
I wouldn’t fall through.
You are warm and soft,
Shivering in the cold air.
I ache to be near you,
Sweltering cores pressed together.
You are so talented,
You’re the first rays of sun that peek through my windows.
I’d hate to change a thing about you,
Spending hours cataloging your endearing quirks and captivating features.
I am taller than...
#admiration
#BestFriend
#love
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Unposted Poems I
1.
There’s only so far I can run,
Before it would’ve been better to just have been thrown.
2.
Seven minutes later,
Lapping up the sea water.
Running my hand through the reflection,
Watching the ripples distort my face looking back.
I cannot recognize my own eyes,
I cannot find my pupils.
Hand in hand,
I’ll get swept beneath the waves.
3.
I think I want to talk out of a second hole in my face,
in a language no one’s ever heard,
and using words that haven’t been...
There’s only so far I can run,
Before it would’ve been better to just have been thrown.
2.
Seven minutes later,
Lapping up the sea water.
Running my hand through the reflection,
Watching the ripples distort my face looking back.
I cannot recognize my own eyes,
I cannot find my pupils.
Hand in hand,
I’ll get swept beneath the waves.
3.
I think I want to talk out of a second hole in my face,
in a language no one’s ever heard,
and using words that haven’t been...
#WritingPoetry
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Canis
Kick me
While I’m
Down
Sliding
My paws
On the sharp
Cobble
Ground
Howling
Alone
At the
Moon
Or whenever
I could
Mistaken
For it
Digging
Through the
Scraps
Joining
At the
Fork
Bearing the
Family name
Lopez
With a
Tail
Tucked
Between my legs
A loper
Without prey
To chase
Or to
Give
Wild
Domestication
Clawing at
The doors
Sniffing at
The damp
Grass
Tug on
My leash
As if
I’m...
While I’m
Down
Sliding
My paws
On the sharp
Cobble
Ground
Howling
Alone
At the
Moon
Or whenever
I could
Mistaken
For it
Digging
Through the
Scraps
Joining
At the
Fork
Bearing the
Family name
Lopez
With a
Tail
Tucked
Between my legs
A loper
Without prey
To chase
Or to
Give
Wild
Domestication
Clawing at
The doors
Sniffing at
The damp
Grass
Tug on
My leash
As if
I’m...
#boredom
#emptiness
#frustration
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Unidentified
I am a fool.
I understand the meaning of the word and still, I walk like a man blind for a man starved.
My humanity exists beneath my skin and pushes up every so often like a man insane.”
The dim light of a lantern casts half of him in shadow as he says this, a solemn look on his face that doesn’t reach his widely smiling lips.
“Why are you telling me this?” Moans the soldier, clutching his side and slowly stroking the growing red patch on his uniform.
“I thought,” he pauses for moment, looking up at nothing, as if trying to...
I understand the meaning of the word and still, I walk like a man blind for a man starved.
My humanity exists beneath my skin and pushes up every so often like a man insane.”
The dim light of a lantern casts half of him in shadow as he says this, a solemn look on his face that doesn’t reach his widely smiling lips.
“Why are you telling me this?” Moans the soldier, clutching his side and slowly stroking the growing red patch on his uniform.
“I thought,” he pauses for moment, looking up at nothing, as if trying to...
#death
#fiction
#morality
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Goodnight: Meaning Farewell
You’ll never actually understand.
These aren’t just words,
They’re my life.
My.
Myself.
I hate myself.
I hate myself...
I hate my voice,
I hate my smile,
I hate my skin,
And I hate what’s underneath it.
My blood feels less red than other people’s,
My insides feel softer.
I don’t want to die because I don’t feel worthy of the mourning.
I feel like a bad person,
I...
These aren’t just words,
They’re my life.
My.
Myself.
I hate myself.
I hate myself...
I hate my voice,
I hate my smile,
I hate my skin,
And I hate what’s underneath it.
My blood feels less red than other people’s,
My insides feel softer.
I don’t want to die because I don’t feel worthy of the mourning.
I feel like a bad person,
I...
#dark
#despair
#hate #suicide
#hate #suicide
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The Masochistic Nature of This Wanting
She is so beautiful.
It makes me want to weep.
She has the best laugh.
I want to be the one to pull them all from her.
To make her smile,
To make her cry,
To make her feel.
I want to make the empty moments just feel hollow.
She makes me want to suffer,
To hurt for her.
I want to kiss her until I forget to breathe.
I want to taste her until I taste of her.
I want to know what it means to let myself.
Let her.
Let her touch me and feel me.
To feel her and...
It makes me want to weep.
She has the best laugh.
I want to be the one to pull them all from her.
To make her smile,
To make her cry,
To make her feel.
I want to make the empty moments just feel hollow.
She makes me want to suffer,
To hurt for her.
I want to kiss her until I forget to breathe.
I want to taste her until I taste of her.
I want to know what it means to let myself.
Let her.
Let her touch me and feel me.
To feel her and...
#love
#lust
#UnrequitedLove
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Savior Compulsion
Tell me you only feel like this with me.
Tell me I make you happy.
Tell me I’m useful.
Tell me you need me.
You can tell me you’re lying,
I’m lying too.
I promise I’ll never hurt you,
But some part of me hopes you hurt.
So I can pick up those pieces.
The selfish part of me that whispers behind all my words.
You can say you love me,
I scratch away the layers of skin you’ve touched.
I wonder,
Is it a savior complex or just a lack of self preservation?
...
Tell me I make you happy.
Tell me I’m useful.
Tell me you need me.
You can tell me you’re lying,
I’m lying too.
I promise I’ll never hurt you,
But some part of me hopes you hurt.
So I can pick up those pieces.
The selfish part of me that whispers behind all my words.
You can say you love me,
I scratch away the layers of skin you’ve touched.
I wonder,
Is it a savior complex or just a lack of self preservation?
...
#emptiness
#greed
#identity #shame
#identity #shame
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The Brittleness of a Branch After a Forest Fire
I used to
Sit
Watching the
Vines
Grow and wrap
Their tendrils
Around the
Fence of
My backyard
Fascinated
By a
Fundamental
Of life
Growth
I could
Pick
Off
A leaf
And it
Would still
Continue to
Grow and creep
Around the
Walls
Like it
Was alive
Healing
And terrified
Running
So slow
There was
A tree
That was
Cut
Down
I sat
At the stump
Every morning
Waiting
For it
To
Grow back
Why...
Sit
Watching the
Vines
Grow and wrap
Their tendrils
Around the
Fence of
My backyard
Fascinated
By a
Fundamental
Of life
Growth
I could
Pick
Off
A leaf
And it
Would still
Continue to
Grow and creep
Around the
Walls
Like it
Was alive
Healing
And terrified
Running
So slow
There was
A tree
That was
Cut
Down
I sat
At the stump
Every morning
Waiting
For it
To
Grow back
Why...
#despair
#frustration
#healing #sadness
#healing #sadness
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The (Actual) Wisest Things I’ve Ever Said
I think suicide pacts are dumb.
Why?
Well, there’s no one worth living for more than someone who is willing to die with you.’
‘How do you know if you love someone?
When you start trying to define love, it’s already swallowed you whole.’
‘I feel so stupid for loving someone who can’t love me back the same.
Won’t.
What?
They won’t love you the same.’
‘Why do you even talk at all if you’re gonna be so quiet?
Id rather my words be heavy, not loud.’ ...
Why?
Well, there’s no one worth living for more than someone who is willing to die with you.’
‘How do you know if you love someone?
When you start trying to define love, it’s already swallowed you whole.’
‘I feel so stupid for loving someone who can’t love me back the same.
Won’t.
What?
They won’t love you the same.’
‘Why do you even talk at all if you’re gonna be so quiet?
Id rather my words be heavy, not loud.’ ...
#bittersweet
#confessional
#philosophical
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Two Truths at Once
Men feel pain too.’
What odd timing.
We’re all victims to this patriarchal society where we are expected to ignore the blood dripping down our cheeks and they are expected to lick it from our skin.
We’re all broken down and smashed into overflowing molds made by people who don’t even know our names.
Because Eve was made from Adam’s rib,
Eve will forever be forced to nurse the hole in his side.
Filling the growing cavern with her flesh,
While also nursing his children.
...
What odd timing.
We’re all victims to this patriarchal society where we are expected to ignore the blood dripping down our cheeks and they are expected to lick it from our skin.
We’re all broken down and smashed into overflowing molds made by people who don’t even know our names.
Because Eve was made from Adam’s rib,
Eve will forever be forced to nurse the hole in his side.
Filling the growing cavern with her flesh,
While also nursing his children.
...
#anger
#feminism
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Fighter in Another Life
I’ve got bruises on my knuckles,
The bandages I wrapped my hands with is stained with blood.
My muscles are straining,
My hair is sticking to my head from the sweat.
I’m swaying in exhaustion,
There is music blasting in my ears.
I can feel my bones creak and my heart is pounding,
It’s going 145 and I’m lightheaded.
I’m not the picture of health,
Not the picture of happiness.
I wheeze out a breath,
It clings to my heaving chest.
I drip sweat onto the floor,
My face is hot to the touch.
...
The bandages I wrapped my hands with is stained with blood.
My muscles are straining,
My hair is sticking to my head from the sweat.
I’m swaying in exhaustion,
There is music blasting in my ears.
I can feel my bones creak and my heart is pounding,
It’s going 145 and I’m lightheaded.
I’m not the picture of health,
Not the picture of happiness.
I wheeze out a breath,
It clings to my heaving chest.
I drip sweat onto the floor,
My face is hot to the touch.
...
#hope
#philosophical
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Me (In Terms of You)
Warm
Intimacy
Can you
Hear the
Whispers
In my
Heartbeat
Let me
Press a
Kiss
To your wrist
And feel
Your
Pulse
On my lips
I want to
Feel
You breathe
Before I
See it
You look
Even better
From
Here
Let me
Worship you
Until I
Can’t
Breathe
I’ll cough up
What I
Couldn’t
Swallow
I’m unfit
Mold me
To be
Just what
You
Need
So you can
Need me
Like I
Need
You
Intimacy
Can you
Hear the
Whispers
In my
Heartbeat
Let me
Press a
Kiss
To your wrist
And feel
Your
Pulse
On my lips
I want to
Feel
You breathe
Before I
See it
You look
Even better
From
Here
Let me
Worship you
Until I
Can’t
Breathe
I’ll cough up
What I
Couldn’t
Swallow
I’m unfit
Mold me
To be
Just what
You
Need
So you can
Need me
Like I
Need
You
#love
#sensual
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