Submissions by Northern_Soul
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
There is a trick to get out of your skin 🖤
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jul 2024 11:15am
11th Jul 2024 11:15am
Animal
the fucking legs on that, she says
her mind somewhere else
as she stares down the lifeguard
a set of perfectly chiselled quads
walking down the side of the pool
might be worth drowning,
she continues
as he fiddles with his phone
her eyes branding themselves
on his yeah-I-work-out ass
you not into it? she asks
dude… I’m really fucking not
don’t get me wrong, I’m hotter
than I’ve been in years,
but I’ve a drawer full...
her mind somewhere else
as she stares down the lifeguard
a set of perfectly chiselled quads
walking down the side of the pool
might be worth drowning,
she continues
as he fiddles with his phone
her eyes branding themselves
on his yeah-I-work-out ass
you not into it? she asks
dude… I’m really fucking not
don’t get me wrong, I’m hotter
than I’ve been in years,
but I’ve a drawer full...
#lust
#women
#men #aging
#men #aging
202 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Jul 2024 11:43am
9th Jul 2024 11:43am
The f**k that blues
Nobody can live your life for you.
Nobody else can stop eating
the shit that is killing you,
nobody can replace your liver
full of booze with potpourri
so you can crap out roses
to keep your grave warm
nobody else can shake it
that victim label you wear
to remind yourself you once
felt pain to feel alive
or pack those sins away
in a box you won't burn
you are not the world
your life is an explosion
not a piss-weak candle ...
Nobody else can stop eating
the shit that is killing you,
nobody can replace your liver
full of booze with potpourri
so you can crap out roses
to keep your grave warm
nobody else can shake it
that victim label you wear
to remind yourself you once
felt pain to feel alive
or pack those sins away
in a box you won't burn
you are not the world
your life is an explosion
not a piss-weak candle ...
#SelfReflection
194 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Jul 2024 8:52am
7th Jul 2024 8:52am
To my daughter that never was
I sit in a passenger seat
watching night’s wheels
drive towards the car
noise
and colour
softly blurring
I wonder
if that too was what
you were, my dear
passing light
kaleidoscopic
nothingness
a journey we once took
together in the deathly
December
dark
watching night’s wheels
drive towards the car
noise
and colour
softly blurring
I wonder
if that too was what
you were, my dear
passing light
kaleidoscopic
nothingness
a journey we once took
together in the deathly
December
dark
#daughter
#grief
#memorial
#motherhood
#historical
236 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2024 7:22pm
3rd Jul 2024 7:22pm
Idles
I think God is all of man”
he said out loud
as he tumbled out of himself
perched amongst pillows
rocks, avalanches
God wrapped his hands
around his knees
filled with ache and miracles
sighing out a silent divinity
deserving of adoration
total
and utter
surrender
he said out loud
as he tumbled out of himself
perched amongst pillows
rocks, avalanches
God wrapped his hands
around his knees
filled with ache and miracles
sighing out a silent divinity
deserving of adoration
total
and utter
surrender
#God
#men
216 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
29th Jun 2024 9:36am
29th Jun 2024 9:36am
How Precious
My entire life
I’ve been told
to protect my pussy
as if it’s made of gold
build an electric fence around it
have crocodiles swim around
the moat of my stomach.
I think of England over centuries
how she’s been ravished, pillaged,
raided by Pagans unfamiliar
with pleasantries
how rubies are embedded in my folds
strands of pearls stretching from hip
to hole, how my treasures
desire to be hoarded
discovered
put on display.
...
I’ve been told
to protect my pussy
as if it’s made of gold
build an electric fence around it
have crocodiles swim around
the moat of my stomach.
I think of England over centuries
how she’s been ravished, pillaged,
raided by Pagans unfamiliar
with pleasantries
how rubies are embedded in my folds
strands of pearls stretching from hip
to hole, how my treasures
desire to be hoarded
discovered
put on display.
...
#confessional
#identity
#SelfDiscovery
#women
#pagan
242 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Jun 2024 11:14am
28th Jun 2024 11:14am
Visiting Hours
sometimes when you ask
I fall through clouds of empty sheets
close blue eyes against falling stars
hold your hymns close to my cheek
tilt as if the world defies gravity
hair tangling at the root
while a body writhes punctuated
against the open invite of your hand
sometimes when you ask
I gift skin in noon’s crumpled piles
give myself over and over
to the crash of merciless waves
against desolate English shores ...
I fall through clouds of empty sheets
close blue eyes against falling stars
hold your hymns close to my cheek
tilt as if the world defies gravity
hair tangling at the root
while a body writhes punctuated
against the open invite of your hand
sometimes when you ask
I gift skin in noon’s crumpled piles
give myself over and over
to the crash of merciless waves
against desolate English shores ...
#confessional
250 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Jun 2024 11:11am
27th Jun 2024 11:11am
It was the year I stayed in bed
#confessional
#DomesticViolence
#healing
#MentalHealth
#myself
265 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jun 2024 7:45pm
26th Jun 2024 7:45pm
Everything I know about love
my cat is an asshole
most mornings
he wails a death wish
in my sleeping ear
is possessed by Shakespeare
as he rolls onto his back
feet in the air
as if life is an absolute tragedy
makes me carry him
upstairs every night
abandoning me at the top step
then wails that I dare let him go
my cat is an asshole
sits on the edge of the bath
falls in where fur finds bubbles
in fury and chaos
& I towel him down as...
most mornings
he wails a death wish
in my sleeping ear
is possessed by Shakespeare
as he rolls onto his back
feet in the air
as if life is an absolute tragedy
makes me carry him
upstairs every night
abandoning me at the top step
then wails that I dare let him go
my cat is an asshole
sits on the edge of the bath
falls in where fur finds bubbles
in fury and chaos
& I towel him down as...
#animals
#cats
#humankind
#kindness
#love
220 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Jun 2024 11:28am
24th Jun 2024 11:28am
Fighting for peace is like f**king for virginity
and there’s some truth in that
I tell myself, as I dab hot tears
from my eyes
happy ones
I’ve just listened to one of my heroes
tell me how much they enjoyed
my poetry after all, the clarity of image,
how it rose from the page like smoke
through a difficult subject matter.
Truth is, everything else
is background noise.
I think about how many fists
have punched through proverbial drywall,
the narcissistic cunts that have gathered
like flies on shit to play who claims
the biggest pile
...
I tell myself, as I dab hot tears
from my eyes
happy ones
I’ve just listened to one of my heroes
tell me how much they enjoyed
my poetry after all, the clarity of image,
how it rose from the page like smoke
through a difficult subject matter.
Truth is, everything else
is background noise.
I think about how many fists
have punched through proverbial drywall,
the narcissistic cunts that have gathered
like flies on shit to play who claims
the biggest pile
...
#hope
#LifeAsAWriter
#uplifting #WritingPoetry
#uplifting #WritingPoetry
223 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Jun 2024 10:53am
21st Jun 2024 10:53am
(#3) Bright Blue Walls: Tell it to the bees
I’d come to dread
and appreciate Fridays
as I woke up shattered
[you were right]
20 minutes before my ride
as I shoved swimming gear
sandwiches
hopes & dreams
into a worn black bag.
I caught the bus with seconds
to spare. It was a hot mess of despair
as I watched tired eyes remain closed
even after sips of travel mug coffee.
I entered the building
caught my skirt in the lift door ...
and appreciate Fridays
as I woke up shattered
[you were right]
20 minutes before my ride
as I shoved swimming gear
sandwiches
hopes & dreams
into a worn black bag.
I caught the bus with seconds
to spare. It was a hot mess of despair
as I watched tired eyes remain closed
even after sips of travel mug coffee.
I entered the building
caught my skirt in the lift door ...
#bees
#DomesticViolence
#healing
#myself
#SelfReflection
216 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Jun 2024 8:38am
20th Jun 2024 8:38am
Comfort In Sound
lately, I’ve been
having this thought
that I rattle when I walk
jangle limbed
a spine like old church bells
in splintering rafters
teeth grinding
a folk instrument
in my mouth
as I take white pills,
drumming my stomach
in rolling rhythms.
This back is percussion,
you should hear it crashing
a morning’s cymbal
over and over
this symphony of pain—
music
endlessly
repeats
having this thought
that I rattle when I walk
jangle limbed
a spine like old church bells
in splintering rafters
teeth grinding
a folk instrument
in my mouth
as I take white pills,
drumming my stomach
in rolling rhythms.
This back is percussion,
you should hear it crashing
a morning’s cymbal
over and over
this symphony of pain—
music
endlessly
repeats
#disability
#illness
#morning
#music
#SelfReflection
199 reads
14 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Jun 2024 8:39am
18th Jun 2024 8:39am
Of Bones & Hands
I.
when I was eight
we walked to school
via an overgrown path
affectionately known
as The Spinney
I remember leaves
crunching beneath
autumn boots
when I spotted
a small skull in the dirt,
the flesh all gone.
The books said
it was a squirrel
I wrapped it up
took it home
cleaned it
carried it earnestly
to show & tell that week
where I talked about ...
when I was eight
we walked to school
via an overgrown path
affectionately known
as The Spinney
I remember leaves
crunching beneath
autumn boots
when I spotted
a small skull in the dirt,
the flesh all gone.
The books said
it was a squirrel
I wrapped it up
took it home
cleaned it
carried it earnestly
to show & tell that week
where I talked about ...
#confessional
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
#StreamOfConsciousness
#love
221 reads
5 Comments
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