Submissions by Pauciloquent
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Aug 2019 10:09pm
25th Aug 2019 10:09pm
Define a Name
If I am ink on a page, I am a person in a cage.
To define a soul with words is to define the depth of the ocean with a twelve inch ruler, it just doesn't paint the picture.
Labels cover many spots, "kind", "wise", "funny", "blunt", but they cannot cover everything.
And sometimes, the exposed pieces of me make me feel ashamed.
We were Adam and Eve, naked in the garden, before we tried to make a label for everything.
Now we cover up, choose the things we'd like be.
A "rebel", "professional", "risk-taker", "homemaker".
And we sit in our bubble of...
To define a soul with words is to define the depth of the ocean with a twelve inch ruler, it just doesn't paint the picture.
Labels cover many spots, "kind", "wise", "funny", "blunt", but they cannot cover everything.
And sometimes, the exposed pieces of me make me feel ashamed.
We were Adam and Eve, naked in the garden, before we tried to make a label for everything.
Now we cover up, choose the things we'd like be.
A "rebel", "professional", "risk-taker", "homemaker".
And we sit in our bubble of...
#shame
#myself
#philosophical #culture
#philosophical #culture
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Aug 2019 10:08pm
25th Aug 2019 10:08pm
The War of Words
Quit hesitating, you can win this fight.
Quiver filled with quintessential quotes,
Ready for you to draw your bow.
Easy enough to make them quail.
Quarrelsome, you are;
Quiet in a battle despite
Being qualified to fight.
Words a fierce quilt,
Your weapon of choice.
Armor stronger than quartz,
Armed and ready,
They started this war,
End it, my queen.
Quiver filled with quintessential quotes,
Ready for you to draw your bow.
Easy enough to make them quail.
Quarrelsome, you are;
Quiet in a battle despite
Being qualified to fight.
Words a fierce quilt,
Your weapon of choice.
Armor stronger than quartz,
Armed and ready,
They started this war,
End it, my queen.
#courage
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Aug 2019 8:04pm
18th Aug 2019 8:04pm
Out of Sight
Out of sight, down the stairs, and slightly to the left.
If I don't look at it, it for sure doesn't exist.
When I am alone long enough, I forget I am not alone in the world.
Can you prove to me your own existence, if I can't remember you?
Are these feet mine when they sit under covers?
Are there legs mine when they hide under desks?
I forget your name, your face, your age.
Such a shame, to be so out of mind.
If I don't look at it, it for sure doesn't exist.
When I am alone long enough, I forget I am not alone in the world.
Can you prove to me your own existence, if I can't remember you?
Are these feet mine when they sit under covers?
Are there legs mine when they hide under desks?
I forget your name, your face, your age.
Such a shame, to be so out of mind.
#SelfReflection
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Aug 2019 7:59pm
18th Aug 2019 7:59pm
Outlive
A book has a life span,
When it ends, it's ends.
Already printed and pressed,
Bound and sealed.
An expiration date,
In its page numbers.
It will not grow with me,
Will not add a chapter.
Done is done,
Through is through.
It's never a happy end,
To outlive a friend.
When it ends, it's ends.
Already printed and pressed,
Bound and sealed.
An expiration date,
In its page numbers.
It will not grow with me,
Will not add a chapter.
Done is done,
Through is through.
It's never a happy end,
To outlive a friend.
#sadness
#death
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2019 2:15am
22nd Jun 2019 2:15am
Under Duress
If I sit still enough, will you let me be?
I’m tongue tied and honestly, out of time.
Any confession given is said under duress.
You tell me you love me, for the me that you know now.
But what about the person I want to be, who seems so far away?
Will your feelings wilt away as I shed my skin?
Layer by layer, will you watch with prideful eyes,
Until you find what I aimed to be is so different from what you started with?
What you gave your heart to?
Will you call me rude for changing the way I apologize after every sentence?
Will you...
I’m tongue tied and honestly, out of time.
Any confession given is said under duress.
You tell me you love me, for the me that you know now.
But what about the person I want to be, who seems so far away?
Will your feelings wilt away as I shed my skin?
Layer by layer, will you watch with prideful eyes,
Until you find what I aimed to be is so different from what you started with?
What you gave your heart to?
Will you call me rude for changing the way I apologize after every sentence?
Will you...
#love
#identity
#SelfDiscovery #StreamOfConsciousness
#SelfDiscovery #StreamOfConsciousness
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Jun 2019 1:09am
21st Jun 2019 1:09am
Alyssa
Those copper hills, bathed in setting sun,
Remind me of the person you were to me.
A beautiful view I wished would never end.
The way sunflowers lean into the sunlight,
Reaching for the far away, the out of range, out of touch,
Makes me think a piece of you is left in every sight.
The rain is loud, pitter patter, falling down.
The thunder rolls and lulls me to sleep.
I wonder if you're asleep too.
Just asleep, not dead; not embalmed and buried.
And I miss the way your eyes shined, and how you brought art to life.
But I...
Remind me of the person you were to me.
A beautiful view I wished would never end.
The way sunflowers lean into the sunlight,
Reaching for the far away, the out of range, out of touch,
Makes me think a piece of you is left in every sight.
The rain is loud, pitter patter, falling down.
The thunder rolls and lulls me to sleep.
I wonder if you're asleep too.
Just asleep, not dead; not embalmed and buried.
And I miss the way your eyes shined, and how you brought art to life.
But I...
#sadness
#death
#suicide
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jun 2019 5:54pm
19th Jun 2019 5:54pm
Sound Must be Scary
I wonder what it feels like to be deaf. To know nothing of sound other than the way your skin moves to its vibrations. To feel your heart thump it’s way into your rib cage and meld into it. I wonder if there is a special kind of fear to watch the tempo of your soul be rewritten, to see notes change as the score is rearranged, to stand while the beat of your drum is redefined with the tune of a language you’ll never comprehend.
#scary
#prose
#StreamOfConsciousness
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jun 2019 5:55am
16th Jun 2019 5:55am
What is Sleep
I feel like sleep isn’t a state of being or verb but a thing. An animal, a monster, a consumer. I feel like sleep wasn’t made to be peaceful, to be enjoyed, to be sought. I feel like sleep gnaws at my bones, my eyes, my mind. I feel like sleep is meant to be guarded against, to be detested and shunned, to be considered sacred. I feel like sleep is a god of death toying with my mortality, enjoying all the times I slip into its embrace and breathe for what could always be the last time, should it have the whim.
#prose
#sleep
#StreamOfConsciousness
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Jun 2019 11:19pm
15th Jun 2019 11:19pm
How a Brain Works
Maybe my brain runs on tracks, spinning wheels over iron bars, going too fast to go back. Maybe my brain is a highway of cars, going 90 in a 60, looking more like shooting stars. Maybe my brain is just a mystery, an enigma even to me. Wouldn’t that be a tragedy.
#identity
#prose
#myself #StreamOfConsciousness
#myself #StreamOfConsciousness
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jun 2019 10:06pm
13th Jun 2019 10:06pm
The Affect of Death
How does death take so much at once? To take a breath, a heart beat, a soul, a sanity. How does it sweep by so fast we never know to look back? To lose a mind, a trillion memories. To watch as it takes from us nothing we could ever miss yet everything we’ve ever adored. How does death take something so finite with an effect so indefinite it might as well be infinite?
#death
#prose
#StreamOfConsciousness
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Jun 2019 9:51pm
13th Jun 2019 9:51pm
Title Case Ink
I'm morose, plain and simple, strung up and Title Case
I know, I know, I know what it means, I know I know I know
Don't talk to me, it is far too early and I cannot deal
I'm not ready to listen to your tongue twist over your pretenses
Typewriter keys stuck on a blank sheet, y y y y
Tell me a story, don't use your vernacular, use mine
I don't want to sit inside your mind, I'd rather be at ease
Tell Me Something While I Fight the Fall of Sleep
I listen to the silence, the buzz of a body still running
Wondering...
I know, I know, I know what it means, I know I know I know
Don't talk to me, it is far too early and I cannot deal
I'm not ready to listen to your tongue twist over your pretenses
Typewriter keys stuck on a blank sheet, y y y y
Tell me a story, don't use your vernacular, use mine
I don't want to sit inside your mind, I'd rather be at ease
Tell Me Something While I Fight the Fall of Sleep
I listen to the silence, the buzz of a body still running
Wondering...
#WritersBlock
#myself
#StreamOfConsciousness
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Jun 2019 11:54am
10th Jun 2019 11:54am
When I Walk Home
One foot goes two feet as you walk the line that toes the edge, and your nose knows not where it goes, ‘cause you never look ahead.
#myself
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