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.
Parental Vampiric (Blue)
She scrubs furiously at my skin,
It’s bleeding and raw.
She scrubs harder.
It’s a hopeless endeavor,
I bleed from hollow veins.
A simmer among the flares,
I burn so red that I’m blue.
I want to sleep,
She screams into the hand I place over her mouth.
This wicked boy bleeds the ocean,
I wax and wane with the moon.
I burn so red I’m blue.
He digs his nails into my eyes,
He sinks his teeth into the meat of my arm.
I can taste...
It’s bleeding and raw.
She scrubs harder.
It’s a hopeless endeavor,
I bleed from hollow veins.
A simmer among the flares,
I burn so red that I’m blue.
I want to sleep,
She screams into the hand I place over her mouth.
This wicked boy bleeds the ocean,
I wax and wane with the moon.
I burn so red I’m blue.
He digs his nails into my eyes,
He sinks his teeth into the meat of my arm.
I can taste...
#dark
#emptiness
#parent #sadness
#parent #sadness
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Being Unlovable; Unloved
Second to
One
First to
None
But
The last
I’d kill for
You
Had I
Known
The gun
Was loaded
I’d have
Aimed
Up
Hands where
I can
See them
Face me
Look at
Me
Too
Infernal aching
I know
You’d rather
Die
Than revere
My being
That of
A clover
Three
Of four
Taken
To the sound
Of drums
Ringing
Like echos
But they
Get louder and
Louder
And louder
And louder
One
First to
None
But
The last
I’d kill for
You
Had I
Known
The gun
Was loaded
I’d have
Aimed
Up
Hands where
I can
See them
Face me
Look at
Me
Too
Infernal aching
I know
You’d rather
Die
Than revere
My being
That of
A clover
Three
Of four
Taken
To the sound
Of drums
Ringing
Like echos
But they
Get louder and
Louder
And louder
And louder
#frustration
#loneliness
#shame
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Hypocrite
There’s something wrong with me,
Smudged and broken.
I lied to her,
I’m lying to her.
I think she knows,
I think she sees it in my eyes.
I know she’ll never ask,
I’ll never tell.
I promised I’d be better,
I’m just like him.
I’d understand if she hated me,
I’d hate me too.
I never meant to be this way,
I can’t stop.
If I can just run far enough away,
We can both pretend it never happened.
I think she’d run after me though,
I won’t run very fast.
I hope she knows I don’t mean to hurt her,
When I...
Smudged and broken.
I lied to her,
I’m lying to her.
I think she knows,
I think she sees it in my eyes.
I know she’ll never ask,
I’ll never tell.
I promised I’d be better,
I’m just like him.
I’d understand if she hated me,
I’d hate me too.
I never meant to be this way,
I can’t stop.
If I can just run far enough away,
We can both pretend it never happened.
I think she’d run after me though,
I won’t run very fast.
I hope she knows I don’t mean to hurt her,
When I...
#shame
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The World Ended Today At 9:32
Oh god
I’m so sorry
What have
I done
I’m disgusting
I hate myself
How could I
How dare I
I’m so sorry
Please
Don’t
Leave
I’m sorry
I know
I promised
I wouldn’t
Tell me
What
Do I
Do
I didn’t
Want to
I’m so
Sorry
God
Please
Don’t
Hate
Me
I’m so sorry
What have
I done
I’m disgusting
I hate myself
How could I
How dare I
I’m so sorry
Please
Don’t
Leave
I’m sorry
I know
I promised
I wouldn’t
Tell me
What
Do I
Do
I didn’t
Want to
I’m so
Sorry
God
Please
Don’t
Hate
Me
#shame
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Spaces
Hidden in the many paragraphs I scrawl and haphazardly type,
An unintelligible phrase is burrowed in the spaces.
It’s a riddle to be broken,
Just for the smallest of hands.
A trial of the soul,
It mocks time itself.
Written only in indigo ink by the light of the moon,
A beckoning without a ballroom to dance in.
She showed me what I’d lost,
I’ll show her to the door.
I’ll interlace our fingers until she’s shivering,
Burrowed in the spaces.
And when I bring her mouth to mine,
Pardoning the flesh...
An unintelligible phrase is burrowed in the spaces.
It’s a riddle to be broken,
Just for the smallest of hands.
A trial of the soul,
It mocks time itself.
Written only in indigo ink by the light of the moon,
A beckoning without a ballroom to dance in.
She showed me what I’d lost,
I’ll show her to the door.
I’ll interlace our fingers until she’s shivering,
Burrowed in the spaces.
And when I bring her mouth to mine,
Pardoning the flesh...
#ForbiddenLove
#love
#UnrequitedLove
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The Safety of Being Solitary
The fear of being seen,
Not the physical action of someone processing the curves and dips in my features,
But rather the sharp edges and bumps of my personality and being.
The knowledge that someone else knows me,
Like the plants know the sun,
It crushes my chest inward.
The fear of being heard,
Not the physical action of processing the sounds that vibrate up my throat,
But rather the meaning of the words I force out of a frown.
The knowledge that someone hears me,
Like the animals hear the rushing water,
Listening for a...
Not the physical action of someone processing the curves and dips in my features,
But rather the sharp edges and bumps of my personality and being.
The knowledge that someone else knows me,
Like the plants know the sun,
It crushes my chest inward.
The fear of being heard,
Not the physical action of processing the sounds that vibrate up my throat,
But rather the meaning of the words I force out of a frown.
The knowledge that someone hears me,
Like the animals hear the rushing water,
Listening for a...
#emptiness
#loneliness
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I Exist, I Exist, I Exist
I like to take my glasses off randomly,
Watch the blurry world speed past me.
Even with them on,
I can’t see any better.
Identifying the colors,
And not the shapes.
I hate when people turn entirely to look at me,
Straining their necks to see me.
I’m just lazily looking back,
It takes no effort to meet their eyes.
If I tried just a little harder,
I could see them.
I exist here in the crowded hall,
I look out of place when it’s empty.
Moving so fast I’m blurry,
Slowing to a crawl.
I explained what...
Watch the blurry world speed past me.
Even with them on,
I can’t see any better.
Identifying the colors,
And not the shapes.
I hate when people turn entirely to look at me,
Straining their necks to see me.
I’m just lazily looking back,
It takes no effort to meet their eyes.
If I tried just a little harder,
I could see them.
I exist here in the crowded hall,
I look out of place when it’s empty.
Moving so fast I’m blurry,
Slowing to a crawl.
I explained what...
#despair
#emptiness
#loneliness
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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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