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.
The Allure of a Stab Wound
I hate that blood dries brown.
The rich redness fades into an ugly burnt orange,
Sheer and dry.
I hate that skin heals.
My cells slowly stitching my skin back together,
Leaving behind an ugly purplish line.
I hate that I know.
That everyone else knows.
Blinking up at myself,
Bacteria swirling in the smell of copper.
Lapping at the puddle of slickness,
Saliva mixing with clotting blood.
Nursing my wounds,
Hoping the skin is numb enough to feel like it’s...
The rich redness fades into an ugly burnt orange,
Sheer and dry.
I hate that skin heals.
My cells slowly stitching my skin back together,
Leaving behind an ugly purplish line.
I hate that I know.
That everyone else knows.
Blinking up at myself,
Bacteria swirling in the smell of copper.
Lapping at the puddle of slickness,
Saliva mixing with clotting blood.
Nursing my wounds,
Hoping the skin is numb enough to feel like it’s...
#MentalHealth
#SelfHarm
137 reads
2 Comments
Shakespeares Love Story
This love is a caricature,
A performance for pleasure.
Endless intermissions and laughter,
Never ending ever afters.
Forever is a hyperbole that becomes a promise,
Forever ends when it’s forgotten.
A souvenir black eye,
Craving to cave to your kind.
Love was just a consummation bound by time,
An act of love in the face of a crowd was just a line.
A kiss left up to interpretation by our audience,
The kiss in the wings wasn’t of relevance.
Spotting you with a spotlight,
You’re looking right at me but...
A performance for pleasure.
Endless intermissions and laughter,
Never ending ever afters.
Forever is a hyperbole that becomes a promise,
Forever ends when it’s forgotten.
A souvenir black eye,
Craving to cave to your kind.
Love was just a consummation bound by time,
An act of love in the face of a crowd was just a line.
A kiss left up to interpretation by our audience,
The kiss in the wings wasn’t of relevance.
Spotting you with a spotlight,
You’re looking right at me but...
#crush
#love
#UnrequitedLove
118 reads
1 Comment
(Ghost) Stories
They say there’s a monster in these woods,
They say it looks through windows and leaves footprints on porch steps.
They say it was once a man who went into the woods searching for his wife.
They say it was once a woman who died in the streets with red on her breast and her lips.
It was once
A king,
An athlete,
A poet,
A teacher,
A mother,
A father,
A peasant,
A slave,
A man,
A woman.
It was a child in its mothers arms,
It was the mother looking down at her child.
It was bleeding,
It...
They say it looks through windows and leaves footprints on porch steps.
They say it was once a man who went into the woods searching for his wife.
They say it was once a woman who died in the streets with red on her breast and her lips.
It was once
A king,
An athlete,
A poet,
A teacher,
A mother,
A father,
A peasant,
A slave,
A man,
A woman.
It was a child in its mothers arms,
It was the mother looking down at her child.
It was bleeding,
It...
#bittersweet
#dark
#death
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
82 reads
3 Comments
Invisible Man
He sits in the middle of the street,
Waiting for a car to come by.
They all swerve just by him,
He feels the rush of wind as they tunnel past.
He sits in empty restaurant booths,
No one comes to take his order.
Loudly scratching his name into the tables,
Hoping someone will read it.
He walks alone in the park,
But only the dogs and birds turn their heads to him.
He screams in the unchained openness,
Heard and unnoticed.
He is scrawled in dull pencil,
Glowing dark and fading slowly.
Unable to...
Waiting for a car to come by.
They all swerve just by him,
He feels the rush of wind as they tunnel past.
He sits in empty restaurant booths,
No one comes to take his order.
Loudly scratching his name into the tables,
Hoping someone will read it.
He walks alone in the park,
But only the dogs and birds turn their heads to him.
He screams in the unchained openness,
Heard and unnoticed.
He is scrawled in dull pencil,
Glowing dark and fading slowly.
Unable to...
#emptiness
#loneliness
76 reads
4 Comments
Feathers of the Same Bird
Feathers of the same bird,
One plucked at the tail and the other from the wing.
Singing the same song,
Falling at different speeds.
The tail feather glides gently down,
The wing feather flies with the bird just a moment longer.
The tail feather reaches the ground,
The wing feather peaks among the clouds.
They sing in harmony,
One soft and one powerful.
One escapes the nest,
The other clings to the side of its mother.
Why did the tail feather let itself fall amongst the leaves and sticks?
Why didn’t it fly alongside the...
One plucked at the tail and the other from the wing.
Singing the same song,
Falling at different speeds.
The tail feather glides gently down,
The wing feather flies with the bird just a moment longer.
The tail feather reaches the ground,
The wing feather peaks among the clouds.
They sing in harmony,
One soft and one powerful.
One escapes the nest,
The other clings to the side of its mother.
Why did the tail feather let itself fall amongst the leaves and sticks?
Why didn’t it fly alongside the...
#abuse
#brother
#childhood
#family
#sister
186 reads
2 Comments
Scientific Contradictions
In the beginning there was nothing.
And then something came from this nothing.
Everything, in fact.
Three different concepts;
‘Nothing, something, everything.’
All at once, never ending, and never beginning.
How can ‘something’ also simultaneously be ‘nothing’?
How backwards and illogical.
A riddle stitched deep within the very fundamentals of this universe.
Three truths all at once,
Three lies never told.
Just simply open the box!
It opens back at you.
Nothing exists in all that exists...
And then something came from this nothing.
Everything, in fact.
Three different concepts;
‘Nothing, something, everything.’
All at once, never ending, and never beginning.
How can ‘something’ also simultaneously be ‘nothing’?
How backwards and illogical.
A riddle stitched deep within the very fundamentals of this universe.
Three truths all at once,
Three lies never told.
Just simply open the box!
It opens back at you.
Nothing exists in all that exists...
#philosophical
#religion
#science #universe
#science #universe
156 reads
0 Comments
A Dead Man’s Words
In the time since my death,
All I’ve done is recall.
Absurd!
Life truly is.
How shall I proceed?
I have no place to walk.
No legs to walk with.
I am still,
But the world won’t stop moving.
I reset the clocks hands,
They simply move in tandem now.
Ever forward,
Chasing something.
I don’t need to follow,
I believe it’s me they’re running after.
How dare death and it’s big looming figure,
Let me slip.
Why hadn’t it bound me in iron?
Naivety?
Or perhaps deep understanding of human nature?
Pity, ...
All I’ve done is recall.
Absurd!
Life truly is.
How shall I proceed?
I have no place to walk.
No legs to walk with.
I am still,
But the world won’t stop moving.
I reset the clocks hands,
They simply move in tandem now.
Ever forward,
Chasing something.
I don’t need to follow,
I believe it’s me they’re running after.
How dare death and it’s big looming figure,
Let me slip.
Why hadn’t it bound me in iron?
Naivety?
Or perhaps deep understanding of human nature?
Pity, ...
#death
#philosophical
146 reads
1 Comment
Magic Isn’t In My Blood
I want to be able to read my own future.
To look at tarot cards and see more than the pretty drawings.
To see shapes in the tea leaves and not just drink the tea.
To watch myself in a crystal ball and not just my reflection.
To see the lines in my palms as a story and not just a pattern.
My lack of intuition and imagination mock me.
It’s just not in my cards.
To look at tarot cards and see more than the pretty drawings.
To see shapes in the tea leaves and not just drink the tea.
To watch myself in a crystal ball and not just my reflection.
To see the lines in my palms as a story and not just a pattern.
My lack of intuition and imagination mock me.
It’s just not in my cards.
#spiritual
130 reads
1 Comment
Childhood Abstract
Circling birds that circle the rats entangled in their blood and urine,
Tethered by the tails that curl into their bones like a second spine.
They sharpen their claws on dull ground to tint the dirt red,
The hideous creature writhes in golden agony and screams at a pitch that cannot be seen.
Pardon the smell that cannot be removed from these walls,
Painting over peeling wallpaper clawed by bleeding nails that hold the walls together.
The bugs have come to claim the house,
Nestling their nests and brood in the shoes by the door.
...
Tethered by the tails that curl into their bones like a second spine.
They sharpen their claws on dull ground to tint the dirt red,
The hideous creature writhes in golden agony and screams at a pitch that cannot be seen.
Pardon the smell that cannot be removed from these walls,
Painting over peeling wallpaper clawed by bleeding nails that hold the walls together.
The bugs have come to claim the house,
Nestling their nests and brood in the shoes by the door.
...
#abuse
#childhood
#dark #sadness
#dark #sadness
123 reads
2 Comments
Words That Don’t Make Sense
Alone,
She says.
I feel alone,
All the time.
I hear her,
I’m sure of that.
Though I feel like I’m fading,
Fleeting and ungraspable.
Hold me down,
I say.
Do not touch me,
A double negative that doesn’t cancel out.
I want to die,
She says.
Maybe just because she can,
Because she can’t.
I chase her,
She stands still.
Two negatives,
Attracted to the repulsion.
Can I help you.
Like a question,
without the question mark.
...
She says.
I feel alone,
All the time.
I hear her,
I’m sure of that.
Though I feel like I’m fading,
Fleeting and ungraspable.
Hold me down,
I say.
Do not touch me,
A double negative that doesn’t cancel out.
I want to die,
She says.
Maybe just because she can,
Because she can’t.
I chase her,
She stands still.
Two negatives,
Attracted to the repulsion.
Can I help you.
Like a question,
without the question mark.
...
#Autism
#confessional
#vulnerability
131 reads
3 Comments
Coming to Fruition
To be
Or not to be
Being quietly
An implication of existence
Youthful remnants
Settling into deep lines
Tears and blood
Swelling under
Carpeted floors
Weathered floorboards
Nailed to a cross
Iron and wire
Broken china
Finely painted and displayed
A broken tea cup
Without a drop of tea spilling
Being
So unfairly
Entitled to an ending
Unmotivated to finish it
Promising to do no harm
Jaggedly cut at the edges
Dulled blades
Sprouts in concrete
Whispered in confidence
Rain...
Or not to be
Being quietly
An implication of existence
Youthful remnants
Settling into deep lines
Tears and blood
Swelling under
Carpeted floors
Weathered floorboards
Nailed to a cross
Iron and wire
Broken china
Finely painted and displayed
A broken tea cup
Without a drop of tea spilling
Being
So unfairly
Entitled to an ending
Unmotivated to finish it
Promising to do no harm
Jaggedly cut at the edges
Dulled blades
Sprouts in concrete
Whispered in confidence
Rain...
#aging
#bittersweet
#childhood
#emptiness
#LifeCycle
104 reads
4 Comments
The Funniest thing I’ve Ever Said
A boiling pot never boils watched.
#friendship
96 reads
4 Comments
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