Submissions by PeaceFlpw (Peace Flow)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"broken" "poet"
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2017 8:22pm
2nd Aug 2017 8:22pm
No Title
One's mind; feels dead in gutter;
One's dine; unlike bread in butter;
One's kind-of an abyss-like slugger;
but I'll smile; sincerely waving the peace flag;
but I'll smile; as these feet drag;
in and out of this hole, that's shared;
like wounds and burial sites;
walking through, the "run around";
I'm a soldier in my own right;
I don't want the badge(s);
see; I was that guy that preferred,
...
One's dine; unlike bread in butter;
One's kind-of an abyss-like slugger;
but I'll smile; sincerely waving the peace flag;
but I'll smile; as these feet drag;
in and out of this hole, that's shared;
like wounds and burial sites;
walking through, the "run around";
I'm a soldier in my own right;
I don't want the badge(s);
see; I was that guy that preferred,
...
#conflict
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
696 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Jul 2017 4:15pm
31st Jul 2017 4:15pm
Mind Craft
good morning; sometimes these words come across empty;
yearning for fulfillment, and peace in a way seemingly imperceivable through every eye;
there's a shift indeed; one thing can't exist without the other; seemingly;
there's only "one way" through the rocky goosebumps of each "privileged" day;
"don't complain; hold on to your every breath"; your inner space gathers;
filtering; through the makings of an outer space that gives and takes air;
for the...
yearning for fulfillment, and peace in a way seemingly imperceivable through every eye;
there's a shift indeed; one thing can't exist without the other; seemingly;
there's only "one way" through the rocky goosebumps of each "privileged" day;
"don't complain; hold on to your every breath"; your inner space gathers;
filtering; through the makings of an outer space that gives and takes air;
for the...
657 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jul 2017 9:27am
27th Jul 2017 9:27am
Dear Universe
dear Universe,
I'm grateful for the on and off beat, that makes you poetry....
I'm grateful; although it may be hard to see, but I'm grateful....
without it; would've never felt that gravitational pull in song, or in sight;
And you are beautiful; with your hottest, coldest, brightest day, and darkest night;
your shapes form quotation, and question marks; that may linger;
to you, I'm a note amongst collectives; to me you are a beautiful,...
I'm grateful for the on and off beat, that makes you poetry....
I'm grateful; although it may be hard to see, but I'm grateful....
without it; would've never felt that gravitational pull in song, or in sight;
And you are beautiful; with your hottest, coldest, brightest day, and darkest night;
your shapes form quotation, and question marks; that may linger;
to you, I'm a note amongst collectives; to me you are a beautiful,...
774 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Jul 2017 4:20pm
24th Jul 2017 4:20pm
Elevator Music
towards the top floor, one levitates;
total numbness awaits with "folded arms" in place;
to be shot up towards the moon into a far gone space;
those who dare to hold one near, take the stairs;
how worth it would it be in the end?;
even the "best" have fallen, and relates to such an out landish grace;
but I yearn the feel; the feel of something so incredibly real,
that could have you meet me halfway....
...
total numbness awaits with "folded arms" in place;
to be shot up towards the moon into a far gone space;
those who dare to hold one near, take the stairs;
how worth it would it be in the end?;
even the "best" have fallen, and relates to such an out landish grace;
but I yearn the feel; the feel of something so incredibly real,
that could have you meet me halfway....
...
641 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2017 4:53am
23rd Jul 2017 4:53am
Ground Zero
And all of a sudden, it hits me like amnesia;
ground zero; what's my type?; my type?;
on this keyboard; what shall I write?;
late at night; something eating at me like bed bug bites....
ironically; how could one sleep tight? alone....
consumption; sticks and owns my bones....
...
ground zero; what's my type?; my type?;
on this keyboard; what shall I write?;
late at night; something eating at me like bed bug bites....
ironically; how could one sleep tight? alone....
consumption; sticks and owns my bones....
...
541 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Jul 2017 10:08pm
21st Jul 2017 10:08pm
Pi-scean-ary
show me a sign, that everything will be ok....";
there are none but, some may find a way; a pi-scen-ary view may display;
flipping coins of "heads or tails" that "bottoms up",
from east to west, and north to south for better or worse;
depending on the degrees of the winter day;
typically, the epitome of "cold feet"; bitter-sweet deep discreet; ...
there are none but, some may find a way; a pi-scen-ary view may display;
flipping coins of "heads or tails" that "bottoms up",
from east to west, and north to south for better or worse;
depending on the degrees of the winter day;
typically, the epitome of "cold feet"; bitter-sweet deep discreet; ...
632 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Jul 2017 1:16pm
20th Jul 2017 1:16pm
Soul Food
live to eat; not eat to live, has been one's subconscious mentality;
it's hard to consistently eat something "golden" healthy;
that'll do well by the soul, mind, and body;
especially with the commercials broadcasted on the tv;
you could tell-a-vision to me, though I burn off fumes; toxicity;
with the discipline of a wounded animal driven.... to instability;
the "high road"; the...
it's hard to consistently eat something "golden" healthy;
that'll do well by the soul, mind, and body;
especially with the commercials broadcasted on the tv;
you could tell-a-vision to me, though I burn off fumes; toxicity;
with the discipline of a wounded animal driven.... to instability;
the "high road"; the...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Jul 2017 9:41pm
19th Jul 2017 9:41pm
Tug of war
the spectrum of my days are ridiculous;
though I typically tend to fall some where in between,
leaning towards a dark tone;
though the light hits me, now and then....when it does;
I'd desperately want it to stay that way; especially
when one notices the smile of another happy soul;
often seen as quiet and serious....
feel as though I could pull you in,
only just to eventually push you away;
...
though I typically tend to fall some where in between,
leaning towards a dark tone;
though the light hits me, now and then....when it does;
I'd desperately want it to stay that way; especially
when one notices the smile of another happy soul;
often seen as quiet and serious....
feel as though I could pull you in,
only just to eventually push you away;
...
632 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Jul 2017 11:07am
19th Jul 2017 11:07am
"X-the-seas"
what if I told her I'd like to disappear with her?;
I'd dream she'd grab and hold one tight,
and swallow one whole with her hips;
staring deeply into one's eyes;
sharing a connection so different;
she's got one in a rocking chair position;
as we surpass an age of merely existing,
within a ruling format of restriction;
her beautiful rough drafts;
...
I'd dream she'd grab and hold one tight,
and swallow one whole with her hips;
staring deeply into one's eyes;
sharing a connection so different;
she's got one in a rocking chair position;
as we surpass an age of merely existing,
within a ruling format of restriction;
her beautiful rough drafts;
...
668 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Jul 2017 8:02pm
18th Jul 2017 8:02pm
Bliss me with your kiss
this itching flesh of mine;
lusting for another look at your frame;
one feels ashamed; precumming senslessly,
to one's senses; just the thought of your name;
wondering how you feel;
and "wondering how you feel"
one's never felt such a thing,
of how the birds sing of song of how
the early worm rises from the ground up
before "coffee" in the morning;
one's scrambled eggs; struggling for biscuits;
thinking is...
lusting for another look at your frame;
one feels ashamed; precumming senslessly,
to one's senses; just the thought of your name;
wondering how you feel;
and "wondering how you feel"
one's never felt such a thing,
of how the birds sing of song of how
the early worm rises from the ground up
before "coffee" in the morning;
one's scrambled eggs; struggling for biscuits;
thinking is...
758 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jul 2017 6:20pm
18th Jul 2017 6:20pm
Cloudy Daze
may I touch you; are you real?;
one's a drifter going blind
cloudy daze slowing time;
out of sight out of mind;
there's no way this is real;
losing feeling; "out of touch"
all this chaos; what's to trust?;
fill one's heart; make it flush;
where's the reason for this beat;
growing quiet, losing pulse;
like a whisper in the wind,
...
one's a drifter going blind
cloudy daze slowing time;
out of sight out of mind;
there's no way this is real;
losing feeling; "out of touch"
all this chaos; what's to trust?;
fill one's heart; make it flush;
where's the reason for this beat;
growing quiet, losing pulse;
like a whisper in the wind,
...
642 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Jul 2017 10:09am
16th Jul 2017 10:09am
Longing
a passionate flow still remains within these veins;
carrying a stiff bone, that only a camp fire could bring;
tired of the woods; the vunerability of walking with a limp;
psychotherapeutic sessions sting one's brain for sain;
a ticking clock with agitated hands; instruments beating,
throbbing, twisting and turning through a painful frustration;
keeping one awake in the jungle night, until the light dims down again; ...
carrying a stiff bone, that only a camp fire could bring;
tired of the woods; the vunerability of walking with a limp;
psychotherapeutic sessions sting one's brain for sain;
a ticking clock with agitated hands; instruments beating,
throbbing, twisting and turning through a painful frustration;
keeping one awake in the jungle night, until the light dims down again; ...
883 reads
2 Comments
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