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.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Jun 2024 4:14pm
6th Jun 2024 4:14pm
Impressions
Every morning aches with fog,
Every night wheezes with smoke,
I can only offer cold sunshine.
I get the impression that isn’t what you were expecting.
When you are alone all the time,
You speak to yourself,
So you know you haven’t forgotten how to speak.
I write stories every night before I sleep.
In the hopes that I will dream of them,
And escape the nightmares.
If I start counting the days on my wall,
How long will it take
For the tally marks...
Every night wheezes with smoke,
I can only offer cold sunshine.
I get the impression that isn’t what you were expecting.
When you are alone all the time,
You speak to yourself,
So you know you haven’t forgotten how to speak.
I write stories every night before I sleep.
In the hopes that I will dream of them,
And escape the nightmares.
If I start counting the days on my wall,
How long will it take
For the tally marks...
#aging
#loneliness
#philosophical
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jun 2024 4:04pm
6th Jun 2024 4:04pm
Grief
The undeniably human experience;
Grief.
Mourning loss and fearing change is in our skin,
It holds us together.
The chance of more time,
The promise of an end.
That’s as human as it gets.
It’s something you’re not born with,
But you are born from it.
In it.
As your family holds you in their arms,
Or even if they don’t,
The promise hangs like the rolling clouds of a thick storm.
Grief fills every delivery room,
In the shallow faded background of joy.
Grief.
Mourning loss and fearing change is in our skin,
It holds us together.
The chance of more time,
The promise of an end.
That’s as human as it gets.
It’s something you’re not born with,
But you are born from it.
In it.
As your family holds you in their arms,
Or even if they don’t,
The promise hangs like the rolling clouds of a thick storm.
Grief fills every delivery room,
In the shallow faded background of joy.
#bittersweet
#death
#grief
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ANGER POEM
Published
6th Jun 2024 1:59am
6th Jun 2024 1:59am
Restless
Unending static
The sound of a restless mind
Shuffling in its bed
Blankets kicked to the floor
It wails and screams
Scratching deep red lines into its legs
All its wants is to sleep
To embrace a comforting darkness
Hitting its head against the wall
Begging for unconsciousness
To drown its own voice
To forget its cries
A worried little creature with absolutely nothing to worry about
Unending static
The sound of a restless child
The sound of a restless mind
Shuffling in its bed
Blankets kicked to the floor
It wails and screams
Scratching deep red lines into its legs
All its wants is to sleep
To embrace a comforting darkness
Hitting its head against the wall
Begging for unconsciousness
To drown its own voice
To forget its cries
A worried little creature with absolutely nothing to worry about
Unending static
The sound of a restless child
#Autism
#childhood
#insomnia #MentalHealth
#insomnia #MentalHealth
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Jun 2024 1:58am
6th Jun 2024 1:58am
She Loves Me
She loves me,
She loves me not.
She loves me,
Pancakes for breakfast and pizza for dinner.
She loves me not,
Begging to be hugged,
Sleeping cold.
She’s loves me,
She said so from the car as I walked into school.
She loves me not,
Waiting outside for hours ignoring the pitying stares.
She loves me,
Trips to the beach.
She loves me not,
She locks the door behind her.
Im sorry,
Open the door.
It’s an unreasonable ask,
It’s...
She loves me not.
She loves me,
Pancakes for breakfast and pizza for dinner.
She loves me not,
Begging to be hugged,
Sleeping cold.
She’s loves me,
She said so from the car as I walked into school.
She loves me not,
Waiting outside for hours ignoring the pitying stares.
She loves me,
Trips to the beach.
She loves me not,
She locks the door behind her.
Im sorry,
Open the door.
It’s an unreasonable ask,
It’s...
#hurt
#mother
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Jun 2024 3:58pm
5th Jun 2024 3:58pm
A Conversation on Morals and Self Hatred
Do you think you’re a good person?
Yeah, I’d say so.
Why?
Well.. I don’t think I’m particularly mean or cruel, and I try to always be fair.
How does that make you a good person?
It doesn’t, but it definitely helps people see me as one.
..What do you think a good person is?
Someone who makes an effort to be as good as they can when they can.
What if they mess up?
Well that’s why I said WHEN they can, not everyone can be perfect all the time. We are human, ya know?
I don’t think I’m a...
Yeah, I’d say so.
Why?
Well.. I don’t think I’m particularly mean or cruel, and I try to always be fair.
How does that make you a good person?
It doesn’t, but it definitely helps people see me as one.
..What do you think a good person is?
Someone who makes an effort to be as good as they can when they can.
What if they mess up?
Well that’s why I said WHEN they can, not everyone can be perfect all the time. We are human, ya know?
I don’t think I’m a...
#friendship
#philosophical
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Jun 2024 3:43pm
5th Jun 2024 3:43pm
The Call of the Dark
I stare at the hills,
Watching the darkness swirl.
It’s so thick I can almost grasp it,
but just thin enough that it slips through my fingers.
I’ve given up trying to run from it,
It whispers in my ears and whistles in my teeth.
I feel it eating at my flesh,
I feel it licking at my wounds.
A darkness so insidious,
Rolling over the hills in slow moving waves.
It beckons me with promises,
I follow mindlessly.
I claw at my skin,
Trying to get its remnants out of every pore.
It’s always right under my skin, ...
Watching the darkness swirl.
It’s so thick I can almost grasp it,
but just thin enough that it slips through my fingers.
I’ve given up trying to run from it,
It whispers in my ears and whistles in my teeth.
I feel it eating at my flesh,
I feel it licking at my wounds.
A darkness so insidious,
Rolling over the hills in slow moving waves.
It beckons me with promises,
I follow mindlessly.
I claw at my skin,
Trying to get its remnants out of every pore.
It’s always right under my skin, ...
#MentalHealth
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jun 2024 6:11am
5th Jun 2024 6:11am
A Conversation on Coping
It’s too cold to go out.
The sun is still out though?
Just because it looks nice,
Doesn’t make it feel any warmer.
Hmm.. you could just wear a sweater?
Hiding my shivering,
Doesn’t make me feel warmer.
Go somewhere indoors?
Ignoring and avoiding the weather,
Makes it harder to face when I’m forced to.
Wow, you really don’t want to go out.
The sun is still out though?
Just because it looks nice,
Doesn’t make it feel any warmer.
Hmm.. you could just wear a sweater?
Hiding my shivering,
Doesn’t make me feel warmer.
Go somewhere indoors?
Ignoring and avoiding the weather,
Makes it harder to face when I’m forced to.
Wow, you really don’t want to go out.
#healing
#MentalHealth
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
5th Jun 2024 6:04am
5th Jun 2024 6:04am
Father and Son
My dad has never really been a serious person.
I remember during the tensest moments he’d pull his signature smile,
crooked front teeth with a chip and lopsided ever so slightly to the right,
Leading up to where his eyes wrinkled at the corners—
Even when he was a kid.
His goofy demeanor was in direct contrast to his powerful face,
A square jaw and thick dark beard,
His intense green eyes and a hooked nose that Curves to the right,
Just like mine.
Sometimes when the lighting was right he almost looked like me.
I...
I remember during the tensest moments he’d pull his signature smile,
crooked front teeth with a chip and lopsided ever so slightly to the right,
Leading up to where his eyes wrinkled at the corners—
Even when he was a kid.
His goofy demeanor was in direct contrast to his powerful face,
A square jaw and thick dark beard,
His intense green eyes and a hooked nose that Curves to the right,
Just like mine.
Sometimes when the lighting was right he almost looked like me.
I...
#aging
#LifeCycle
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jun 2024 2:46am
4th Jun 2024 2:46am
Leading Role
The accompanying pain of a crowded room,
Knowing it isn’t crowded for you.
I want to be known,
Or mostly I just wanna know you.
Feeling lonely in a full crowd,
The unending silence and unnerving sound.
I want to feel whole,
I’ll never really feel full.
You see me from across the isle,
Your gaze lights a burning fire.
I want to get closer,
Or rather I just want to feel warmer.
Knowing it isn’t crowded for you.
I want to be known,
Or mostly I just wanna know you.
Feeling lonely in a full crowd,
The unending silence and unnerving sound.
I want to feel whole,
I’ll never really feel full.
You see me from across the isle,
Your gaze lights a burning fire.
I want to get closer,
Or rather I just want to feel warmer.
#crush
#loneliness
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ANGER POEM
Published
4th Jun 2024 1:52am
4th Jun 2024 1:52am
Pyromaniac
You’ll burn up
As quick as the wind
As strong as the sun
I will watch you simmer
I will run my hand through your ashes
You were a blazing glory
I will stomp on your remains
I haven’t kindled your flame
But I will watch it burn
The cool rain on my skin
Is reserved for the burnt bodies left in your wake
As quick as the wind
As strong as the sun
I will watch you simmer
I will run my hand through your ashes
You were a blazing glory
I will stomp on your remains
I haven’t kindled your flame
But I will watch it burn
The cool rain on my skin
Is reserved for the burnt bodies left in your wake
#anger
#hurt
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2024 8:15am
2nd Jun 2024 8:15am
I’ll Die Anyway
I shiver at the implications of our existence,
We are against nature.
I feel abnormally disgusted by something that makes me happier than I’ve ever been before.
I run my hands up your neck,
Softly brushing the hair beside your ear.
I ache for something to hold onto,
Something that isn’t you.
I smoke a cigarette,
The feeling brings my mind to a stop.
I taste the smoke,
I breathe it in deeply.
I know it’s deadly.
I know I’m told not to do it.
I...
We are against nature.
I feel abnormally disgusted by something that makes me happier than I’ve ever been before.
I run my hands up your neck,
Softly brushing the hair beside your ear.
I ache for something to hold onto,
Something that isn’t you.
I smoke a cigarette,
The feeling brings my mind to a stop.
I taste the smoke,
I breathe it in deeply.
I know it’s deadly.
I know I’m told not to do it.
I...
#LGBT
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2024 8:06am
2nd Jun 2024 8:06am
The Stars
I watch the stars
I don’t suppose they watch me back
I wonder if the stars make sounds
Or if they burn silently
I imagine they ache
Like a fresh bruise or a healing bone
I don’t think they bleed
Perhaps they just sob
What beautiful spots of flame
Burning and aching in a fiery flash of light
They are momentary
They are temporary
They are dying
And already dead
I imagine the stars watch me back
I wonder if they wonder too
I don’t suppose they watch me back
I wonder if the stars make sounds
Or if they burn silently
I imagine they ache
Like a fresh bruise or a healing bone
I don’t think they bleed
Perhaps they just sob
What beautiful spots of flame
Burning and aching in a fiery flash of light
They are momentary
They are temporary
They are dying
And already dead
I imagine the stars watch me back
I wonder if they wonder too
#philosophical
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