Submissions by PencilScribbles (Scribbles)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction I'm just human, like you.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st May 2021 11:59am
31st May 2021 11:59am
When Gravity Stops
A body in motion,
Tends to stay in motion.
Keeping the course,
With endless devotion.
To act or to be acted upon,
Only changes trajectory,
Forever separated,
from the place that held you & me.
Tends to stay in motion.
Keeping the course,
With endless devotion.
To act or to be acted upon,
Only changes trajectory,
Forever separated,
from the place that held you & me.
#TruthOfLife
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd May 2021 1:39am
3rd May 2021 1:39am
Close Enough
What would that feel like?
To be CLOSE ENOUGH?
To be held, and to hold, close enough.
Close enough that it feels that your heart has stopped beating on its own, and instead, two hearts beat as one?
Do you know how it feels to be entwined?
Not just within another's arms, but with another's soul?
Intimately, interconnected, being part of one whole?
Do you know what it would be like?
To have gravity itself being created in the space that remains between,
making it...
To be CLOSE ENOUGH?
To be held, and to hold, close enough.
Close enough that it feels that your heart has stopped beating on its own, and instead, two hearts beat as one?
Do you know how it feels to be entwined?
Not just within another's arms, but with another's soul?
Intimately, interconnected, being part of one whole?
Do you know what it would be like?
To have gravity itself being created in the space that remains between,
making it...
#LifeGoals
#magic
#acceptance #passion
#acceptance #passion
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd May 2021 5:37am
2nd May 2021 5:37am
Home
My, how I miss the sound of water rolling gently,
the smell of semi-moist dirt covering the earth,
I miss the way that the sun peaks through leaves of a deciduous canopy,
and the feeling of rough bark on my figertips,
I miss the sound of my dearest friends (of the wing'd sort) speaking all around me,
muddy hiking boots,
and mud-stained knees on my pants,
I miss the sweet cry of baby deer,
soft chipmunk calls,
pathless trails,
and nothing better to do
...but to soak it all in.
the smell of semi-moist dirt covering the earth,
I miss the way that the sun peaks through leaves of a deciduous canopy,
and the feeling of rough bark on my figertips,
I miss the sound of my dearest friends (of the wing'd sort) speaking all around me,
muddy hiking boots,
and mud-stained knees on my pants,
I miss the sweet cry of baby deer,
soft chipmunk calls,
pathless trails,
and nothing better to do
...but to soak it all in.
#earth
#nature
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Apr 2021 2:33am
26th Apr 2021 2:33am
And, It Was Worth It
I exist.
If only for a moment.
I feel, I heal, I hurt.
I lead, I grieve, I rejoice.
I teach, I preach, I learn.
Hear my echo.
I was here.
If only for a moment.
I feel, I heal, I hurt.
I lead, I grieve, I rejoice.
I teach, I preach, I learn.
Hear my echo.
I was here.
#identity
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Feb 2021 4:29am
7th Feb 2021 4:29am
Get up
It really bothers me,
When those that want socialism,
Contribute nothing to society.
Especially when they are capable,
But too lazy, sit home getting high,
And saying, "Poor pitiful me."
If I am in a class of 20,
And all grades were averaged,
to give everyone equally.
I would be very upset if I earned an A+,
by passionately learning and hours of studying,
while others slept
and "baked" their day away,
knowing they would pass anyway.
Merit is a beautiful thing.
Effort is a beautiful thing. ...
When those that want socialism,
Contribute nothing to society.
Especially when they are capable,
But too lazy, sit home getting high,
And saying, "Poor pitiful me."
If I am in a class of 20,
And all grades were averaged,
to give everyone equally.
I would be very upset if I earned an A+,
by passionately learning and hours of studying,
while others slept
and "baked" their day away,
knowing they would pass anyway.
Merit is a beautiful thing.
Effort is a beautiful thing. ...
#frustration
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Dec 2020 1:08am
4th Dec 2020 1:08am
What Does It Look Like?
Let me do my best to describe it..
It's when you realize you're more valuable to them dead, so you consider taking out a life insurance policy.
It's when you shower to feel better, but the weight of the droplets are so heavy that you lay down on the shower bed, and let the water run until it turns cold because you can't get back up until then.
It's when you add more lines to your face in 6 months than you did in decades worth of time.
It's when you can't sleep because your nerves are too worked up and your hair...
It's when you realize you're more valuable to them dead, so you consider taking out a life insurance policy.
It's when you shower to feel better, but the weight of the droplets are so heavy that you lay down on the shower bed, and let the water run until it turns cold because you can't get back up until then.
It's when you add more lines to your face in 6 months than you did in decades worth of time.
It's when you can't sleep because your nerves are too worked up and your hair...
#sadness
#anxiety
#depression #MentalHealth
#depression #MentalHealth
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Nov 2020 10:29pm
30th Nov 2020 10:29pm
A Shared Melody
The only thing I have
to hold and to know
of my grandmother
is her name,
given to me
by her daughter.
A closer bond
than so many loved ones
have gotten to know.
How lucky am I
to know that sound
so intimately?
That simple sound
that I associate with "self"
is the same sweet melody
that set her ears ringing,
just as instinctively.
That sound
that meant her identity
invoked the same response
I find...
to hold and to know
of my grandmother
is her name,
given to me
by her daughter.
A closer bond
than so many loved ones
have gotten to know.
How lucky am I
to know that sound
so intimately?
That simple sound
that I associate with "self"
is the same sweet melody
that set her ears ringing,
just as instinctively.
That sound
that meant her identity
invoked the same response
I find...
#sea
#mythology
#gratitude
#cancer
#emotions
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Nov 2020 10:25am
30th Nov 2020 10:25am
And So, I Walk With You
6 BILLION years of human existence.
But, here we are.
Here together, somehow.
On this planet. Now.
Not in the yesterdays.
Not in the tomorrows.
Walking together. Now.
Occupying the same tiny space in time.
I'm glad each of you shared this with me.
But, here we are.
Here together, somehow.
On this planet. Now.
Not in the yesterdays.
Not in the tomorrows.
Walking together. Now.
Occupying the same tiny space in time.
I'm glad each of you shared this with me.
#nature
#TruthOfLife
#gratitude
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Nov 2020 3:50am
17th Nov 2020 3:50am
Biggest Regret
I should
have stood
for what I knew to be true.
I will use
my platform
to shake this foundation of illusion.
To find truth.
For now,
speaking up,
questioning,
is to be hung in the streets
as an example.
Mark my words,
I will fight
injustice
and heal our pain.
Heal her pain.
A catalyst.
Under the radar if I must,
innocent eyes,
pretty face,
wit forged by pain,
intelligence forged by love,
inner morals, ...
have stood
for what I knew to be true.
I will use
my platform
to shake this foundation of illusion.
To find truth.
For now,
speaking up,
questioning,
is to be hung in the streets
as an example.
Mark my words,
I will fight
injustice
and heal our pain.
Heal her pain.
A catalyst.
Under the radar if I must,
innocent eyes,
pretty face,
wit forged by pain,
intelligence forged by love,
inner morals, ...
#strength
#courage
#determination
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10 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Nov 2020 4:28am
13th Nov 2020 4:28am
If I Hadn't Come to Town
If I hadn't come to town,
I wouldn't have known your pain,
I wouldn't have shed a tear
as I turn another page,
You wouldn't have lifted me up
when I was having a bad day,
And inspired me to be better
or to choose another way.
How can it be
that some of the
most authentic people
that I could ever met,
would be found in community
where our eyes never meet?
For most,
I do not know your name,
I cannot picture your face, ...
I wouldn't have known your pain,
I wouldn't have shed a tear
as I turn another page,
You wouldn't have lifted me up
when I was having a bad day,
And inspired me to be better
or to choose another way.
How can it be
that some of the
most authentic people
that I could ever met,
would be found in community
where our eyes never meet?
For most,
I do not know your name,
I cannot picture your face, ...
#happiness
#friendship
#gratitude
#admiration
#respect
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13 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Nov 2020 10:40am
12th Nov 2020 10:40am
Detective Narration: Dumb Prick
sits wide brim hat on desk and loads a sheet of paper into the typewriter*
Thursday, November 12, 2020
4:14am, eastern.
Got a flu shot yesterday.
Don't recall ever getting one of those.
Maybe I did and don't remember.
Who knows.
The nurse said it would sting a little bit, maybe even be sore for a couple of days.
He wasn't lying about that shit.
Stung like a bitch.
And now it feels like my arm had a boxer swinging at it.
...
Thursday, November 12, 2020
4:14am, eastern.
Got a flu shot yesterday.
Don't recall ever getting one of those.
Maybe I did and don't remember.
Who knows.
The nurse said it would sting a little bit, maybe even be sore for a couple of days.
He wasn't lying about that shit.
Stung like a bitch.
And now it feels like my arm had a boxer swinging at it.
...
#hurt
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Nov 2020 2:55am
12th Nov 2020 2:55am
Unlocked Doors
There's never a slam.
But the door always gets closed.
Hot words are never exchanged.
Tempers never flare.
Just moments of sad exchange,
and tears left on the pillows of our beds.
Days turn into years,
Moments into distant dreams.
Somedays
I rest my head against the door and wonder if you're there,
raising your hand to knock,
only to walk away.
If only the window was bigger,
and not so far away,
Perhaps I’d feel less lonely if I could just ...
But the door always gets closed.
Hot words are never exchanged.
Tempers never flare.
Just moments of sad exchange,
and tears left on the pillows of our beds.
Days turn into years,
Moments into distant dreams.
Somedays
I rest my head against the door and wonder if you're there,
raising your hand to knock,
only to walk away.
If only the window was bigger,
and not so far away,
Perhaps I’d feel less lonely if I could just ...
#love
#regret
#loneliness #ForbiddenLove
#loneliness #ForbiddenLove
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