Submissions by PencilScribbles (Scribbles)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm just human, like you.
Raindrop Kisses
With all my heart,
I just wanted you to know,
In the silence,
when memories flow,
Wherever you wander,
near or far,
I've held you close,
no matter where you are.
I see the wrongs,
the hurt I brought,
My heavy heart exposes
lessons that were taught.
Forever a regret
that I must face,
You didn’t deserve the pain
or your time going to waste.
I wish you all the happiness
this world can give,
A life full of laughter,
and many reasons to live.
I hope...
I just wanted you to know,
In the silence,
when memories flow,
Wherever you wander,
near or far,
I've held you close,
no matter where you are.
I see the wrongs,
the hurt I brought,
My heavy heart exposes
lessons that were taught.
Forever a regret
that I must face,
You didn’t deserve the pain
or your time going to waste.
I wish you all the happiness
this world can give,
A life full of laughter,
and many reasons to live.
I hope...
#MovingOn
#TimeHeals
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1 Comment
De Novo
It was like the world didn't exist,
Or maybe it slowed,
Or maybe it blurred,
Or maybe it was flying by,
but, I was anchored still.
No, not just the world,
I think the universe stopped moving.
I think it all simultaneously seized to exist.
I think maybe there were silent fireworks
somewhere in the distance.
When we closed our eyes:
Maybe we were floating
Maybe we were free diving
Maybe gravity lost its meaning
...for a little while. ...
Or maybe it slowed,
Or maybe it blurred,
Or maybe it was flying by,
but, I was anchored still.
No, not just the world,
I think the universe stopped moving.
I think it all simultaneously seized to exist.
I think maybe there were silent fireworks
somewhere in the distance.
When we closed our eyes:
Maybe we were floating
Maybe we were free diving
Maybe gravity lost its meaning
...for a little while. ...
#love
#morality
#passion
80 reads
2 Comments
The Dirt of My Six-year-old Self
How many showers does it take?
To scrub off the dirt from where I came?
You can’t dry the tears
from the soul of a child
whose life has been stained.
Trust me, I’ve spent my life learning
how to run from that pain.
"You can be anything!",
are the words they taught me to believe.
Blocking the fine print
until I was old enough to really read.
How dare you program me,
and then put me on a shelf! ...
To scrub off the dirt from where I came?
You can’t dry the tears
from the soul of a child
whose life has been stained.
Trust me, I’ve spent my life learning
how to run from that pain.
"You can be anything!",
are the words they taught me to believe.
Blocking the fine print
until I was old enough to really read.
How dare you program me,
and then put me on a shelf! ...
#anger
77 reads
2 Comments
What Makes Me Dangerous:
I dont need a man's house of dreams,
I have my own,
And within this sanctuary,
I built our home.
These walls echo with strength,
not with fear,
I stand here with my God,
this vision, never more clear.
What makes me dangerous?
Ha! Can’t you see?
I don't have to depend,
on any soul, except for me!
I...
I have my own,
And within this sanctuary,
I built our home.
These walls echo with strength,
not with fear,
I stand here with my God,
this vision, never more clear.
What makes me dangerous?
Ha! Can’t you see?
I don't have to depend,
on any soul, except for me!
I...
#courage
#love
#strength
88 reads
2 Comments
You Would Think
You may think I've lots of friends & laughter in the air,
Glowing recommendations, as if life’s biasedly "fair".
If you saw my mask, shining so bright,
You’d picture a life filled with pure delight.
If you glimpsed at my earnings, numbers a bit bold,
You'd imagine my journey was paved in f'ing gold.
With bills always settled, no troubles in sight,
As if every day I dance in pure light.
My house, gleaming in a modestly wealthy glow,
You think, "high...
Glowing recommendations, as if life’s biasedly "fair".
If you saw my mask, shining so bright,
You’d picture a life filled with pure delight.
If you glimpsed at my earnings, numbers a bit bold,
You'd imagine my journey was paved in f'ing gold.
With bills always settled, no troubles in sight,
As if every day I dance in pure light.
My house, gleaming in a modestly wealthy glow,
You think, "high...
#bittersweet
#emptiness
#loneliness #sadness
#loneliness #sadness
98 reads
3 Comments
Beneath It All
In the quiet corners where shadows play,
I whisper softly, “It’s fine, I don’t care,”
Yet beneath the surface, emotions sway,
A storm brews, hidden in the air.
With a smile painted bright, I wear my mask,
“Everything’s perfect,” I etch every line,
But in the stillness, I silently ask,
“Why does this heart ache, if all is so fine?”
I stroll through the echoes of laughter and light,
While the weight of the world rests heavy on me,
“I’m carefree,” I play, like a bird in flight,
Yet each...
I whisper softly, “It’s fine, I don’t care,”
Yet beneath the surface, emotions sway,
A storm brews, hidden in the air.
With a smile painted bright, I wear my mask,
“Everything’s perfect,” I etch every line,
But in the stillness, I silently ask,
“Why does this heart ache, if all is so fine?”
I stroll through the echoes of laughter and light,
While the weight of the world rests heavy on me,
“I’m carefree,” I play, like a bird in flight,
Yet each...
#loneliness
#sadness
67 reads
2 Comments
Stones & Bridges
In stories written by memory's shadows,
I wander through nightly echoes.
Laughter lingers, sweet & bittersweet,
Of a bond once strong, now forever incomplete.
I yearn to bridge across the divide,
To speak the words left hurting inside.
Your name still dances on the tip of my tongue,
A melody, of love for you, my heart once sung.
If only time could rewind the clock,
Your...
I wander through nightly echoes.
Laughter lingers, sweet & bittersweet,
Of a bond once strong, now forever incomplete.
I yearn to bridge across the divide,
To speak the words left hurting inside.
Your name still dances on the tip of my tongue,
A melody, of love for you, my heart once sung.
If only time could rewind the clock,
Your...
#hurt
#love
116 reads
4 Comments
Right and Wrong
Our chapter was erased from our pages,
before my eyes,
But the indentations remain,
Revealing all my white lies.
And my truth.
It was your arms that I've felt,
Since walking away.
Phantom limbs reaching out,
To steady me & lead me astray.
And to right my way.
My ambition now diluted,
Thanks to chasing mirages in the distance,
Broken treasures that never come to fruition:
There is no oasis in this desert romance.
And yet, I am still drowning.
before my eyes,
But the indentations remain,
Revealing all my white lies.
And my truth.
It was your arms that I've felt,
Since walking away.
Phantom limbs reaching out,
To steady me & lead me astray.
And to right my way.
My ambition now diluted,
Thanks to chasing mirages in the distance,
Broken treasures that never come to fruition:
There is no oasis in this desert romance.
And yet, I am still drowning.
#breakup
134 reads
2 Comments
Sing to Me
I prefer the windows down at night.
With roads winding, narrow, without white lines.
The air is light and crisp.
Melodies of insects, attracting mates,
is just as alluring to me as it is to them.
My response feels primordial.
My senses calm, my aches relax away,
and my thoughts return to simpler things.
I remember how much I love my mother.
Is this how we used to be?
Small colonies & tribes,
A crackling fire for protection,
Infinite stars above,
Muffled laughter made by lovers in love?
Watching the cycles...
With roads winding, narrow, without white lines.
The air is light and crisp.
Melodies of insects, attracting mates,
is just as alluring to me as it is to them.
My response feels primordial.
My senses calm, my aches relax away,
and my thoughts return to simpler things.
I remember how much I love my mother.
Is this how we used to be?
Small colonies & tribes,
A crackling fire for protection,
Infinite stars above,
Muffled laughter made by lovers in love?
Watching the cycles...
#nature
78 reads
0 Comments
Single Song
The roller coaster,
Of resentment and tears,
That have shared my life
These last few years.
I always knew
This day would come,
And that may have been
Part of the problem.
Either way. Bye.
Of resentment and tears,
That have shared my life
These last few years.
I always knew
This day would come,
And that may have been
Part of the problem.
Either way. Bye.
#breakup
144 reads
5 Comments
What is in a Day?
What is in a day?
Present,
Or past tense.
We collect them,
one by one,
until our days
are done.
We laugh
and cry.
And hold those
that are precious
against our chest.
Each new day,
each new year,
each new decade.
We grow
and change,
becoming who
be wanted to become
or who we never
thought we would be.
The tears you saved
and the tears you...
Present,
Or past tense.
We collect them,
one by one,
until our days
are done.
We laugh
and cry.
And hold those
that are precious
against our chest.
Each new day,
each new year,
each new decade.
We grow
and change,
becoming who
be wanted to become
or who we never
thought we would be.
The tears you saved
and the tears you...
#LifeCycle
#love
102 reads
4 Comments
First, They Came for the Jews
I find it frustrating that I have to hide my identity.
When my gut says my tribe is plenty.
To raise my hand affects my posterity,
If I speak the truth in an academic community.
The bigots and fascist will condemn me,
Simply because I believe in national security.
In a land where you can say, "Go kill yourself" freely.
So long as you are in the liberal social monopoly.
I'm sorry but Biden's economy has me unable to eat,
And mortgage payments keep...
When my gut says my tribe is plenty.
To raise my hand affects my posterity,
If I speak the truth in an academic community.
The bigots and fascist will condemn me,
Simply because I believe in national security.
In a land where you can say, "Go kill yourself" freely.
So long as you are in the liberal social monopoly.
I'm sorry but Biden's economy has me unable to eat,
And mortgage payments keep...
#freedom
#politics
#rebellion
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3 Comments
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