Submissions by PhantomPhace
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
looking for words for what cannot be said
SELF POEM
Published
14th Jul 2019 4:16pm
14th Jul 2019 4:16pm
Something Killed Me
It’s like this whole time I was dreaming
(Maybe I’m still dreaming now)
But I feel I awoke just now and blinked off all the cobwebs.
The dream is truly beautiful, but only is a dream.
Inside all is quiet now, what sat so deep has crumbled down.
What fine silt so smooth at first enveloping my core
Cracked off to leave a hollow.
Now the notes fall in and resonate without an altered timbre.
There are no ideals here, there is nothing here to reach.
You are no desired, and I am left so clean.
You make me into who I seem to be –
I have...
(Maybe I’m still dreaming now)
But I feel I awoke just now and blinked off all the cobwebs.
The dream is truly beautiful, but only is a dream.
Inside all is quiet now, what sat so deep has crumbled down.
What fine silt so smooth at first enveloping my core
Cracked off to leave a hollow.
Now the notes fall in and resonate without an altered timbre.
There are no ideals here, there is nothing here to reach.
You are no desired, and I am left so clean.
You make me into who I seem to be –
I have...
#dreams
#death
#silence #memories
#silence #memories
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4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jul 2019 4:00pm
14th Jul 2019 4:00pm
Second Love
And I feel you are where I once was,
Eyes open wide, dancing in the dust,
In the height of a kingdom streams color across
A world for so long gray.
But how can my eyes open wide again
For the very first time, as they did then?
My place now’s to let them half-close
And bask in the luxury of being loved.
And I can’t wait until you break
And blink as if you just awoke
To find the build-up of you broke,
That history begins today.
How strange not to be the one chasing after the comet
With all I can give. How strange...
Eyes open wide, dancing in the dust,
In the height of a kingdom streams color across
A world for so long gray.
But how can my eyes open wide again
For the very first time, as they did then?
My place now’s to let them half-close
And bask in the luxury of being loved.
And I can’t wait until you break
And blink as if you just awoke
To find the build-up of you broke,
That history begins today.
How strange not to be the one chasing after the comet
With all I can give. How strange...
#love
#UnrequitedLove
421 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jul 2019 12:33pm
5th Jul 2019 12:33pm
About Nothing
When I was young the world was slowly turning gray as I grew older,
Sunsets ceasing to inspire, mountains draining out their color.
Didn’t want a thing around me, no allures that hooked my mind.
My heart was quiet, waiting for an unseen, unknown diamond light.
I swam inside a sea of rhinestones posing as the sun,
Knowing not one sourced the light when standing on its own.
I couldn’t tie a name or a give a form to the elusive key,
I only knew nowhere in this world lay what did belong to me.
One day when I was younger something touched me from...
Sunsets ceasing to inspire, mountains draining out their color.
Didn’t want a thing around me, no allures that hooked my mind.
My heart was quiet, waiting for an unseen, unknown diamond light.
I swam inside a sea of rhinestones posing as the sun,
Knowing not one sourced the light when standing on its own.
I couldn’t tie a name or a give a form to the elusive key,
I only knew nowhere in this world lay what did belong to me.
One day when I was younger something touched me from...
#love
#earth
#universe
#MyInspiration
#emptiness
614 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jul 2019 00:02am
5th Jul 2019 00:02am
Is it ever circumstance
Well, by now wore off the spell and I stand in the plain.
Metabolized my body the last microbe of this illness
That fogged my brain and skewed my mind as it ran through each vein,
But now I’ve gained immunity forever to this sickness.
Well, worn off has all the spell
And I stand by my lone.
Looking out ahead of me I see but a vast plain.
Looking back upon my life I see it was a dance
I’m forced to ask: was it just me, or was it circumstance?
Who’s to say the flowers weren’t my interpretation
Of abstractions and my friends not...
Metabolized my body the last microbe of this illness
That fogged my brain and skewed my mind as it ran through each vein,
But now I’ve gained immunity forever to this sickness.
Well, worn off has all the spell
And I stand by my lone.
Looking out ahead of me I see but a vast plain.
Looking back upon my life I see it was a dance
I’m forced to ask: was it just me, or was it circumstance?
Who’s to say the flowers weren’t my interpretation
Of abstractions and my friends not...
#LifeStruggles
#philosophical
#SelfDiscovery
377 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2019 1:15pm
2nd Jul 2019 1:15pm
King of my Heart
King of my heart, why don’t you come to me?
I’ve done acrobatics across the world,
Been this and that from sea to sea,
The opposite of what I was, what I never thought I’d be.
King of my heart, I have constant unrest.
I long to draw you to me, but you leave me powerless;
I come to your wall, but find it covered in hieroglyphs.
I had hours of speech prepared but when I open my mouth
I cannot speak your tongue,
And I do not know how to reach undertow and pull your body to mine.
But it’s not my body you touch, it’s in my heart that we...
I’ve done acrobatics across the world,
Been this and that from sea to sea,
The opposite of what I was, what I never thought I’d be.
King of my heart, I have constant unrest.
I long to draw you to me, but you leave me powerless;
I come to your wall, but find it covered in hieroglyphs.
I had hours of speech prepared but when I open my mouth
I cannot speak your tongue,
And I do not know how to reach undertow and pull your body to mine.
But it’s not my body you touch, it’s in my heart that we...
#love
#spiritual
#ghosts
#memories
#hurt
372 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2019 1:13pm
2nd Jul 2019 1:13pm
Right now this is the certainty
Right now, this is the certainty
That courses through. I feel, I do
That you take me wherever I need to go;
I don’t travel alone, when I have my skin.
All towns and gardens look familiar;
I find whatever situation I’ve fallen in
Provides if you flip over the bricks of the places
In the cracks, if you look twice at the inhabitants’ faces
Oh you’ll find a friend, hidden from you at first glance.
Calmly you go with no need to rush.
That is how you lead me.
I walk and the path seems to wind like a choice
Taking me wherever I need to be ...
That courses through. I feel, I do
That you take me wherever I need to go;
I don’t travel alone, when I have my skin.
All towns and gardens look familiar;
I find whatever situation I’ve fallen in
Provides if you flip over the bricks of the places
In the cracks, if you look twice at the inhabitants’ faces
Oh you’ll find a friend, hidden from you at first glance.
Calmly you go with no need to rush.
That is how you lead me.
I walk and the path seems to wind like a choice
Taking me wherever I need to be ...
#sun
#fate
#travel
#luck
#emptiness
333 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jun 2019 12:59pm
14th Jun 2019 12:59pm
I feel like I close my eyes and walk into a light
I feel like I close my eyes and walk into a light,
But oh no that’s not what they see.
Feeling doesn’t translate into what the scene looks like;
Its trace is invisibility.
Where can I find proof to show you
That this truly is the best
When this removes the need for show,
For being appropriately dressed?
No photographs will capture, no neighbors be impressed,
No mansions will be bought from it, no footprints will be left.
No knowledge will support it, no logic will agree.
Until you jump into the kingdom in the air yourself
Anything I...
But oh no that’s not what they see.
Feeling doesn’t translate into what the scene looks like;
Its trace is invisibility.
Where can I find proof to show you
That this truly is the best
When this removes the need for show,
For being appropriately dressed?
No photographs will capture, no neighbors be impressed,
No mansions will be bought from it, no footprints will be left.
No knowledge will support it, no logic will agree.
Until you jump into the kingdom in the air yourself
Anything I...
#relationships
#LifeStruggles
405 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jun 2019 12:58pm
14th Jun 2019 12:58pm
My Heart is a Fish
My heart is a fish swimming in the river,
A little fish with a big death wish,
Throwing itself all over,
Looking for a hook.
My heart is trying to line up
The pickup sticks lying jumbled.
You face may have another name;
And good and bad may look the same.
My heart doesn’t know one situation from another.
My heart fills so many outlines with one color.
My heart will always find some reason to break or maim.
No matter what the cause, it always breaks the same.
Your voice is starting to sound not like yours,
But...
A little fish with a big death wish,
Throwing itself all over,
Looking for a hook.
My heart is trying to line up
The pickup sticks lying jumbled.
You face may have another name;
And good and bad may look the same.
My heart doesn’t know one situation from another.
My heart fills so many outlines with one color.
My heart will always find some reason to break or maim.
No matter what the cause, it always breaks the same.
Your voice is starting to sound not like yours,
But...
#anxiety
#love
#lust #sex
#lust #sex
462 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jun 2019 1:27pm
9th Jun 2019 1:27pm
happy family stories
Happy family stories
are linear narratives
handed down to us
by keepers of myth
(for susceptible kids).
I, after years
of forced observation,
pushed face to face
to stare in wonder at my failings
and destructions, see
the long-form cycle
(always obscuring the other hemisphere)
that I am.
I was built to walk alone
to keep walking
until my death.
Every turn and every failure
I plunge deeper
sculpt an image
to bring to the surface
(it's hard to do),
and if...
are linear narratives
handed down to us
by keepers of myth
(for susceptible kids).
I, after years
of forced observation,
pushed face to face
to stare in wonder at my failings
and destructions, see
the long-form cycle
(always obscuring the other hemisphere)
that I am.
I was built to walk alone
to keep walking
until my death.
Every turn and every failure
I plunge deeper
sculpt an image
to bring to the surface
(it's hard to do),
and if...
#depression
#narrative
#LifeCycle #culture
#LifeCycle #culture
371 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2019 4:43pm
2nd Jun 2019 4:43pm
Memory of Other Organs
One time that you looked at me
Anchors me to memory
I saw so much – how much did I make up?
Do you deny, are you in pain –
Did I see straight, this whole time have I been insane
And imagined feelings that never did reside?
From that one time stems a memory
That won’t let go of me,
A pothole in the past I can’t pull my foot out of,
A hook on a line tuggin’ me all the time
I’ve gone blind to the goings-on outside
Though I move along with the flow
The way my life does go
But way back and behind
And on top of my mind
It...
Anchors me to memory
I saw so much – how much did I make up?
Do you deny, are you in pain –
Did I see straight, this whole time have I been insane
And imagined feelings that never did reside?
From that one time stems a memory
That won’t let go of me,
A pothole in the past I can’t pull my foot out of,
A hook on a line tuggin’ me all the time
I’ve gone blind to the goings-on outside
Though I move along with the flow
The way my life does go
But way back and behind
And on top of my mind
It...
#love
#ghosts
#memories #emptiness
#memories #emptiness
328 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jun 2019 9:33am
1st Jun 2019 9:33am
When the Sky is Clear
My whole life before this,
I waited for you, perfect,
my other half behind my back,
and every day felt like tomorrow
I’d walk around the bend and meet you.
After the whirlwind (which is far behind me),
I walk away from you, dissolved
are you, was I, and now
I face only the empty sky.
What was the point of being filled with so many
illusions, being made with seventeen eyes,
one inside, another distorting the light?
Why did my body have three extra arms dangling awkwardly?
Why did I know truths I strove to prove but...
I waited for you, perfect,
my other half behind my back,
and every day felt like tomorrow
I’d walk around the bend and meet you.
After the whirlwind (which is far behind me),
I walk away from you, dissolved
are you, was I, and now
I face only the empty sky.
What was the point of being filled with so many
illusions, being made with seventeen eyes,
one inside, another distorting the light?
Why did my body have three extra arms dangling awkwardly?
Why did I know truths I strove to prove but...
#heartbroken
#dreams
#rebirth #MovingOn
#rebirth #MovingOn
436 reads
7 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jun 2019 9:31am
1st Jun 2019 9:31am
Where to next?
Where to next?
To love the world, the whole world,
Every inch and crevice
I abandoned, I skimmed over,
Now that I’ve returned.
I never loved the world before.
First I stood outside;
Now I stand within.
Feel the wind through every cell
And let it break you
With no barrier,
No wanting,
Only moving, taking in.
No distance – now you’re in the middle
Spinning in
The center of the whirlwind,
Bearing the severance,
Forgetting rememberance,
Letting everything come and go.
In this...
To love the world, the whole world,
Every inch and crevice
I abandoned, I skimmed over,
Now that I’ve returned.
I never loved the world before.
First I stood outside;
Now I stand within.
Feel the wind through every cell
And let it break you
With no barrier,
No wanting,
Only moving, taking in.
No distance – now you’re in the middle
Spinning in
The center of the whirlwind,
Bearing the severance,
Forgetting rememberance,
Letting everything come and go.
In this...
#beauty
#nature
#rebirth #MovingOn
#rebirth #MovingOn
559 reads
10 Comments
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