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.
EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2024 7:58am
2nd Aug 2024 7:58am
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
265 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2024 7:51am
2nd Aug 2024 7:51am
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
145 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
1st Aug 2024 10:15am
1st Aug 2024 10:15am
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
141 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Aug 2024 9:45am
1st Aug 2024 9:45am
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
160 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
28th Jul 2024 1:57pm
28th Jul 2024 1:57pm
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
128 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jul 2024 4:50am
27th Jul 2024 4:50am
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
137 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Jul 2024 8:35am
25th Jul 2024 8:35am
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
262 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Jul 2024 6:16am
24th Jul 2024 6:16am
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
220 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Jul 2024 7:04pm
20th Jul 2024 7:04pm
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
183 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
18th Jul 2024 2:31am
18th Jul 2024 2:31am
(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
149 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Jul 2024 6:44pm
17th Jul 2024 6:44pm
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
136 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jul 2024 7:44pm
14th Jul 2024 7:44pm
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
279 reads
2 Comments
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