Submissions by PencilScribbles (Scribbles)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm just human, like you.
Resolution
I'm reaching today
for internal motivation,
And forgiving myself of the
many chores left undone.
Give me the strength
to abandon my pillow.
And adjust my eyes to see
the sun's bright hues of yellow.
Begging to begin a new year
with a brand new spirit,
With longing so strong,
I can almost hear it.
Being healthy doesn't stop
At turning over a new leaf,
I've decided it's best, this year,
To aim for the whole tree,
So much...
for internal motivation,
And forgiving myself of the
many chores left undone.
Give me the strength
to abandon my pillow.
And adjust my eyes to see
the sun's bright hues of yellow.
Begging to begin a new year
with a brand new spirit,
With longing so strong,
I can almost hear it.
Being healthy doesn't stop
At turning over a new leaf,
I've decided it's best, this year,
To aim for the whole tree,
So much...
#motivational
#NewYear
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Bittersweet Madness
Take me back to that sweet place,
Where I felt your sweet embrace.
When all the promises felt real,
And time wasn't required, to heal.
Take me back to late night calls,
To long wandering wilderness strolls,
So I can hear the sound of laughter,
Not the sobs that came after.
Take me back to before you hated me,
Before either of us were tired & angry,
When running away wasn't a choice,
And, in your presence, I had a voice.
I don't want to be who we've...
Where I felt your sweet embrace.
When all the promises felt real,
And time wasn't required, to heal.
Take me back to late night calls,
To long wandering wilderness strolls,
So I can hear the sound of laughter,
Not the sobs that came after.
Take me back to before you hated me,
Before either of us were tired & angry,
When running away wasn't a choice,
And, in your presence, I had a voice.
I don't want to be who we've...
#sadness
#love
#TimeHeals #emotions
#TimeHeals #emotions
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Synapse
I close my eyes, like listening to the beat of an old favorite tune, head down, sitting in a dark room on the last lonely barstool.
"They are only memories, they only exist now within you.", I remember to think, even as I find my hands reaching out to find the lost part of myself.
As if beliving it strong enough, hard enough, could make tangible pages to be found, left bookmarked on some shelf.
You know, if only I could have written it down better, taken the time to put the feelings into lines, perhaps I would have finished writing the story by now. ...
"They are only memories, they only exist now within you.", I remember to think, even as I find my hands reaching out to find the lost part of myself.
As if beliving it strong enough, hard enough, could make tangible pages to be found, left bookmarked on some shelf.
You know, if only I could have written it down better, taken the time to put the feelings into lines, perhaps I would have finished writing the story by now. ...
#sadness
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Touché
Cog in the machine,
Chasing after a carrot on a string,
Exhaustingly building up a castle.
Then, having the riches dispersed,
like a socialist capital.
No finishing line,
Only a mirage, in the distance,
a tight-rope to break through.
Oh how fun: a hamster...
trying to outrun the spinning wheel.
Around and around we go.
Faster, faster!
Don't trip, and don't slow!
You have to move faster,
to keep up with the surface below!
(Forgetting it is you,...
Chasing after a carrot on a string,
Exhaustingly building up a castle.
Then, having the riches dispersed,
like a socialist capital.
No finishing line,
Only a mirage, in the distance,
a tight-rope to break through.
Oh how fun: a hamster...
trying to outrun the spinning wheel.
Around and around we go.
Faster, faster!
Don't trip, and don't slow!
You have to move faster,
to keep up with the surface below!
(Forgetting it is you,...
#frustration
#boredom
#responsibility
#tradition
#vulnerability
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Some Carry Me Home
And then there are songs
That take my heart,
To a place that feels like going home.
If it were a breeze,
It would be a gentle autumn breeze,
And playful leaves would dance like butterflies to the ground.
Powerful, but short-lived.
If it were laughter,
It would be giddy laughter,
The kind that cannot help but to abandon all regard for its surroundings.
Unintentionally contagious, unstoppable.
If it were summer,
It would be a warm sun,
a blanket on the...
That take my heart,
To a place that feels like going home.
If it were a breeze,
It would be a gentle autumn breeze,
And playful leaves would dance like butterflies to the ground.
Powerful, but short-lived.
If it were laughter,
It would be giddy laughter,
The kind that cannot help but to abandon all regard for its surroundings.
Unintentionally contagious, unstoppable.
If it were summer,
It would be a warm sun,
a blanket on the...
#music
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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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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...
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...
#LifeGoals
#magic
#acceptance #passion
#acceptance #passion
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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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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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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...
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...
#love
#regret
#loneliness
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Who Are You Now?
Take a walk in the woods with me,
I want to see your expression,
As you describe the landscape.
Can you feel unity when touching a
tree?
Would you ponder the veins of
a leaf?
Do your eyes light up at the call of a
bird?
Is there a world past the surface of the
water?
How much strength is felt in loose
earth?
Could tears come if you find a
tiny invasive insect?
I need to see if you still see the earth's beauty and if the mother still calls your heart to protect her.
...
I want to see your expression,
As you describe the landscape.
Can you feel unity when touching a
tree?
Would you ponder the veins of
a leaf?
Do your eyes light up at the call of a
bird?
Is there a world past the surface of the
water?
How much strength is felt in loose
earth?
Could tears come if you find a
tiny invasive insect?
I need to see if you still see the earth's beauty and if the mother still calls your heart to protect her.
...
#love
#loneliness
#nature #emptiness
#nature #emptiness
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Tapestry
I used to think
that the world
was just like me.
I thought
the rest of the world
lived the way I did,
That everyone believed
what I believe.
And yet,
the older I get
the more I see
how we are
much more like
the delicate weaves
in a beautiful human tapestry.
Our cultures
are rich, vibrant, and unique
for every country,
every province,
state, and city.
It is okay ...
that the world
was just like me.
I thought
the rest of the world
lived the way I did,
That everyone believed
what I believe.
And yet,
the older I get
the more I see
how we are
much more like
the delicate weaves
in a beautiful human tapestry.
Our cultures
are rich, vibrant, and unique
for every country,
every province,
state, and city.
It is okay ...
#peace
#patience
#tolerance
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