Submissions by Northern_Panic
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
4th Feb 2021 00:06am
4th Feb 2021 00:06am
A Fixer Upper
How I deal with my depression.
I start with wrapping myself in a fleece blanket, and curling into a ball.
Something warm and compressing, to take away the cold chills of being entirely tired too often.
I look at my phone for distraction, and always find myself looking at home repair.
A convenient reminder that rebuilding from the inside out takes some time, and its not an easy job, but a rewarding one.
The last step, is thinking of myself as a small cottage, lost in time, somewhere in the woods.
The roof leaks, the window are...
I start with wrapping myself in a fleece blanket, and curling into a ball.
Something warm and compressing, to take away the cold chills of being entirely tired too often.
I look at my phone for distraction, and always find myself looking at home repair.
A convenient reminder that rebuilding from the inside out takes some time, and its not an easy job, but a rewarding one.
The last step, is thinking of myself as a small cottage, lost in time, somewhere in the woods.
The roof leaks, the window are...
#depression
#inspirational
#TimeHeals
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2021 11:37pm
3rd Feb 2021 11:37pm
Dad
My father is an ever changing being.
His hair has seen many styles.
His personality has had many faces.
I remember Sumo Bun Adventure Dad.
His style was cool Hawaiian shirts,
Tea shades or sports framed sunglasses.
He had a cool hiking cane.
He planned trips to National parks,
Goofed off in Meijer,
And was tech support at the NFL.
I can recall Shut-In Lazy-Boy Dad.
He didn't leave the house for awhile,
He stayed in his recliner playing games.
All hours of the day, days on end.
Thousands of hours spent on...
His hair has seen many styles.
His personality has had many faces.
I remember Sumo Bun Adventure Dad.
His style was cool Hawaiian shirts,
Tea shades or sports framed sunglasses.
He had a cool hiking cane.
He planned trips to National parks,
Goofed off in Meijer,
And was tech support at the NFL.
I can recall Shut-In Lazy-Boy Dad.
He didn't leave the house for awhile,
He stayed in his recliner playing games.
All hours of the day, days on end.
Thousands of hours spent on...
#father
#memories
#fatherhood
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2020 5:07pm
2nd Jun 2020 5:07pm
Mirroring My Reflection
I've never been more comfortable with who I am, than I am right now.
But sometimes I see the reflection in the mirror, and wonder just who is looking back at me.
The hair dyed brown, and the natural brown roots growing, are starting to blend seamlessly.
Im not sure where I start, or where she ends, but just a glance and I can tell we are not one in the same.
Maybe on the good days where my back isn't hunched over with pain, when I'm standing at my tallest.
That's me, I'm sure of it.
Only because my momma always told me I was the most curious and courageous...
But sometimes I see the reflection in the mirror, and wonder just who is looking back at me.
The hair dyed brown, and the natural brown roots growing, are starting to blend seamlessly.
Im not sure where I start, or where she ends, but just a glance and I can tell we are not one in the same.
Maybe on the good days where my back isn't hunched over with pain, when I'm standing at my tallest.
That's me, I'm sure of it.
Only because my momma always told me I was the most curious and courageous...
#identity
#mirror
#choices
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
24th Jan 2020 3:01am
24th Jan 2020 3:01am
Dynamite and Doormats
There are so many things,
I want to say to you.
So many things I want to yell at you.
And all of my words,
Are yelling confidently-
From under a doormat.
Screaming at you to stop talking
And just listen for once.
You never stop ranting.
Talking, yelling, screaming, and debating.
Your sentences can last hours,
Occasional breaths and pauses.
Pauses not ment for my words,
But for your mouth to catch up.
Your mind is an ever-growing tree,
Spawning branches off branches.
Each one an idea, an...
I want to say to you.
So many things I want to yell at you.
And all of my words,
Are yelling confidently-
From under a doormat.
Screaming at you to stop talking
And just listen for once.
You never stop ranting.
Talking, yelling, screaming, and debating.
Your sentences can last hours,
Occasional breaths and pauses.
Pauses not ment for my words,
But for your mouth to catch up.
Your mind is an ever-growing tree,
Spawning branches off branches.
Each one an idea, an...
#father
#conflict
#secrets
485 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Jan 2020 00:29am
8th Jan 2020 00:29am
P.S
Dear self,
The year is 2020, and the last 6 or 7 years have been hard on you.
The fact that you've made it these last few year's makes me proud.
I know there were times, you thought it would be easier to exit life.
Easier on yourself or others.
But you used that negative energy in a way to positively impact your life.
While you still have gray days, you now have something you didn't.
You have inspiration from yourself to do better.
And a support system that holds you strong.
You're doing great.
You just have to keep finding new reasons...
The year is 2020, and the last 6 or 7 years have been hard on you.
The fact that you've made it these last few year's makes me proud.
I know there were times, you thought it would be easier to exit life.
Easier on yourself or others.
But you used that negative energy in a way to positively impact your life.
While you still have gray days, you now have something you didn't.
You have inspiration from yourself to do better.
And a support system that holds you strong.
You're doing great.
You just have to keep finding new reasons...
#strength
#hope
#MovingOn
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2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Dec 2019 5:39pm
31st Dec 2019 5:39pm
You.
For the person who inspired me
To start writing poetry-
Most of your work is sad.
And that's not a problem.
You see, I can be glad;
For both you and me.
You gave me the motivation
And saw my revelation.
That my words became waves
You set into motion.
For all of my emotions,
Feel splayed and open.
Made into the ocean.
Did you really give me the sea?
You've done something I couldnt;
You set a part of me free.
I thought I knew me-
But you did something I wouldnt;
You inspired...
To start writing poetry-
Most of your work is sad.
And that's not a problem.
You see, I can be glad;
For both you and me.
You gave me the motivation
And saw my revelation.
That my words became waves
You set into motion.
For all of my emotions,
Feel splayed and open.
Made into the ocean.
Did you really give me the sea?
You've done something I couldnt;
You set a part of me free.
I thought I knew me-
But you did something I wouldnt;
You inspired...
#MyInspiration
#admiration
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4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Dec 2019 8:35pm
30th Dec 2019 8:35pm
New Beginning
This time
is not like the last time—
this time
we are apologizing
for our wrongs—
this time
we will not fight
to be right.
This time
we are listening
to how we feel—
this time
we are acting our age.
This time
Is different
because this time
we are not the same we
as the last time—
you are not the same him;
and
I am not the same she.
This time
we can just be us
together.
No one will ask
to change who we are ...
is not like the last time—
this time
we are apologizing
for our wrongs—
this time
we will not fight
to be right.
This time
we are listening
to how we feel—
this time
we are acting our age.
This time
Is different
because this time
we are not the same we
as the last time—
you are not the same him;
and
I am not the same she.
This time
we can just be us
together.
No one will ask
to change who we are ...
#relationships
#FallingInLove
#support
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6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Dec 2019 9:48pm
29th Dec 2019 9:48pm
To Cry
Grey clouds.
And warm summer rain.
Remind me
That it's okay to cry.
A few places I go
To embrace my tears
Include.
My old bus stop.
Half a block from
My childhood home.
Leaning on a chain link fence
That surrounds
An old brick school.
Pear trees and grapevines.
Used as a snack bar.
I come here to cry
About old school friends.
And the long summer days
I miss so dearly.
The park down the street
From my grandmother's house.
Used every holiday
To walk off bountiful dinners. ...
And warm summer rain.
Remind me
That it's okay to cry.
A few places I go
To embrace my tears
Include.
My old bus stop.
Half a block from
My childhood home.
Leaning on a chain link fence
That surrounds
An old brick school.
Pear trees and grapevines.
Used as a snack bar.
I come here to cry
About old school friends.
And the long summer days
I miss so dearly.
The park down the street
From my grandmother's house.
Used every holiday
To walk off bountiful dinners. ...
#sadness
#confessional
#TimeHeals
541 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Dec 2019 11:08pm
28th Dec 2019 11:08pm
Indisposable Nostalgia
Retro
Disposable camera
Film.
Making photos age
Before their time.
My pictures were
Already messy.
Taken by tiny hands.
Too small to hold
And click the button
In unison.
Blurry corners
And fingers over the lens.
A signature
That I was the one
That snapped the memory
On to paper.
Showing in ink
The footsteps I'd leave.
A path of memories
Traveled in the pages
Of a photo album.
I was there.
Evidence of a replayed daydream.
I walked this path.
Though long ago
With...
Disposable camera
Film.
Making photos age
Before their time.
My pictures were
Already messy.
Taken by tiny hands.
Too small to hold
And click the button
In unison.
Blurry corners
And fingers over the lens.
A signature
That I was the one
That snapped the memory
On to paper.
Showing in ink
The footsteps I'd leave.
A path of memories
Traveled in the pages
Of a photo album.
I was there.
Evidence of a replayed daydream.
I walked this path.
Though long ago
With...
#nature
#memories
#passion
527 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Dec 2019 6:52pm
28th Dec 2019 6:52pm
Tongue Tied
You are the
Apple of my eye.
Gleaming so bright.
I love how red
Your cheeks can get.
From late night conversations.
I stumble over sentences.
Like looking at you
Causes my words
To trip over themselves.
Like a cherry stem
In my mouth.
Being tied into a knot
Around my tongue.
I can feel the frogs
Lounging in my throat.
Waiting for the second
Before I talk to you.
Jumping into action.
Trying to halt my words
In their tracks.
I won't let them stop me
From saying my piece.
Releasing...
Apple of my eye.
Gleaming so bright.
I love how red
Your cheeks can get.
From late night conversations.
I stumble over sentences.
Like looking at you
Causes my words
To trip over themselves.
Like a cherry stem
In my mouth.
Being tied into a knot
Around my tongue.
I can feel the frogs
Lounging in my throat.
Waiting for the second
Before I talk to you.
Jumping into action.
Trying to halt my words
In their tracks.
I won't let them stop me
From saying my piece.
Releasing...
#love
#strength
#admiration
537 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Dec 2019 2:46am
28th Dec 2019 2:46am
My Parents Say
My mom says
I don't smile like I use to.
She said
Its like I locked it in a cage.
Only allowing it
To surface at times of importance.
Restricting the amount
Of happiness that slips out.
She talked for awhile
About days where it
Seemed like nothing would stop me.
Or the devilish grin spreading
Cheek to cheek.
My dad says something similar.
That I don't laugh as much.
As loud, or as often.
It's not so familiar.
He said he misses
How goofy I'd act.
And the days we'd cause mayhem ...
I don't smile like I use to.
She said
Its like I locked it in a cage.
Only allowing it
To surface at times of importance.
Restricting the amount
Of happiness that slips out.
She talked for awhile
About days where it
Seemed like nothing would stop me.
Or the devilish grin spreading
Cheek to cheek.
My dad says something similar.
That I don't laugh as much.
As loud, or as often.
It's not so familiar.
He said he misses
How goofy I'd act.
And the days we'd cause mayhem ...
#happiness
#family
#memories
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8 Comments
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