Submissions by PhantomPhace
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
looking for words for what cannot be said
LOVE POEM
Published
4th May 2019 2:29pm
4th May 2019 2:29pm
My Lover
Oh, my lover, I see inside you.
This connection is just divine.
Flitting from form to form like a trick
Of the light, but each time is so right,
It holds me up in the air alight,
Aloft, so far removed from aloof,
The mask I wear too often to
Keep stable on the ground.
Now just look at what I’ve found.
Oh my lover, I see through
The outer shell to what’s in you.
Through your eyes and your ways,
Your mannerisms, your gaze.
Sometimes you’re a person, more often a haze,
A formless mirage that wanders always.
...
This connection is just divine.
Flitting from form to form like a trick
Of the light, but each time is so right,
It holds me up in the air alight,
Aloft, so far removed from aloof,
The mask I wear too often to
Keep stable on the ground.
Now just look at what I’ve found.
Oh my lover, I see through
The outer shell to what’s in you.
Through your eyes and your ways,
Your mannerisms, your gaze.
Sometimes you’re a person, more often a haze,
A formless mirage that wanders always.
...
#love
#ghosts
#lover
414 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
4th May 2019 2:26pm
4th May 2019 2:26pm
I've stood before the archway
I’ve stood before the archway
And it makes light of my world.
The plans we sit preparing
And the daily stories told
Fade before the archway
That leads us far beyond
To drop the crude and vapored
And to know no limits’ hold.
Through the archway I can’t pass
Because you know there’s no return,
But standing right before it, staring
Outward to the stars,
You learn an openness
That there’s no other way to learn.
Many times I’ve reached the archway
And it’s real as stone and fern.
January 4, 2010
And it makes light of my world.
The plans we sit preparing
And the daily stories told
Fade before the archway
That leads us far beyond
To drop the crude and vapored
And to know no limits’ hold.
Through the archway I can’t pass
Because you know there’s no return,
But standing right before it, staring
Outward to the stars,
You learn an openness
That there’s no other way to learn.
Many times I’ve reached the archway
And it’s real as stone and fern.
January 4, 2010
#spiritual
#freedom
344 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd May 2019 9:24am
3rd May 2019 9:24am
A Little Here, A Little There
A little bit here and a little bit there
A drop of humor, a moment of fear
An analysis long but then throw it away
Blanken my mind to keep thoughts at bay
A sec of security, then an hour of doubt
Little signs everywhere turn me all about
Self-disparagement, then indignance,
Each minute steal a backward glance
Chase like a puppy, then to chase I’m affronted
Never could really pinpoint what it was I wanted.
Minutes of poetry to spill the crap out;
Feels like a solution, but it’s roundabout
Feels good to calm down but the problem’s...
A drop of humor, a moment of fear
An analysis long but then throw it away
Blanken my mind to keep thoughts at bay
A sec of security, then an hour of doubt
Little signs everywhere turn me all about
Self-disparagement, then indignance,
Each minute steal a backward glance
Chase like a puppy, then to chase I’m affronted
Never could really pinpoint what it was I wanted.
Minutes of poetry to spill the crap out;
Feels like a solution, but it’s roundabout
Feels good to calm down but the problem’s...
#anxiety
#relationships
#dating
372 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd May 2019 9:14am
3rd May 2019 9:14am
I have an appetite that doesn't consume
I have an appetite that doesn’t consume,
A hunger inside for which nothing will do.
Every satisfaction for a time subdues,
But again it wakes up to gnaw.
I’m carrying a bomb that I need to drop,
Every nook of the world seems like such a good spot
But as I run around looking for it,
It doesn’t matter where, all in all.
08-05-2009
A hunger inside for which nothing will do.
Every satisfaction for a time subdues,
But again it wakes up to gnaw.
I’m carrying a bomb that I need to drop,
Every nook of the world seems like such a good spot
But as I run around looking for it,
It doesn’t matter where, all in all.
08-05-2009
#spiritual
#philosophical
#anxiety
399 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd May 2019 8:42am
2nd May 2019 8:42am
Traveler on the Road
Wherever I go, I leave no trace,
I’m only passing through this place.
For a while I do take part;
But in the end leave only footprints on your heart.
Your home is here, it seems to me;
I fell in accidentally,
Chanced to wander through your sphere;
I won’t for long stay here.
We collide like charges, me and you;
I’ll leave once you’ve transformed into
The next skin to envelop you;
Don’t worry – you transform me, too.
Soon I’ll leave, watch you recede,
Waving goodbye as the distance increases,
Watching you...
I’m only passing through this place.
For a while I do take part;
But in the end leave only footprints on your heart.
Your home is here, it seems to me;
I fell in accidentally,
Chanced to wander through your sphere;
I won’t for long stay here.
We collide like charges, me and you;
I’ll leave once you’ve transformed into
The next skin to envelop you;
Don’t worry – you transform me, too.
Soon I’ll leave, watch you recede,
Waving goodbye as the distance increases,
Watching you...
#relationships
#TruthOfLife
#MovingOn
483 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd May 2019 8:32am
2nd May 2019 8:32am
Wanting
My life’s so bare,
But I don’t care;
What more is there that I can do
Against the lack of “fun and new”?
It tastes so bland;
Head in the sand;
I long to sleep it all away,
’Cause day to day as I go through
Find I have nothing more to say.
Waiting, waiting
Its abating,
And in place a diamond jewel;
Could I be any more a fool?
I’m bored, and all the flavors rushing past
Do only that, and never last.
Something more
I hunger for
A hunger I can’t satisfy,
And just as much, cannot deny
Although I try, I...
But I don’t care;
What more is there that I can do
Against the lack of “fun and new”?
It tastes so bland;
Head in the sand;
I long to sleep it all away,
’Cause day to day as I go through
Find I have nothing more to say.
Waiting, waiting
Its abating,
And in place a diamond jewel;
Could I be any more a fool?
I’m bored, and all the flavors rushing past
Do only that, and never last.
Something more
I hunger for
A hunger I can’t satisfy,
And just as much, cannot deny
Although I try, I...
#spiritual
#emptiness
#boredom
368 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Apr 2019 7:39am
29th Apr 2019 7:39am
Labor force ditty
the thing I want more than anything is freedom
the thing I want more than anything is time
the thing I want more than anything
is for no man to pull upon my string
the thing I want more than anything is freedom
the thing that is hardest of all to wield is freedom
you may find you run back to structure in no time
you find that you walk in an open field
with no one before you to take the lead
the thing that is hardest of all to wield is freedom
the thing that costs more than anything is freedom
to get it you must invest great...
the thing I want more than anything is time
the thing I want more than anything
is for no man to pull upon my string
the thing I want more than anything is freedom
the thing that is hardest of all to wield is freedom
you may find you run back to structure in no time
you find that you walk in an open field
with no one before you to take the lead
the thing that is hardest of all to wield is freedom
the thing that costs more than anything is freedom
to get it you must invest great...
#LifeStruggles
#freedom
364 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Apr 2019 9:29pm
28th Apr 2019 9:29pm
On a String
I’m pulled along by a string
Or a million,
Every which way; I don’t have my own say.
So quick takes effect every tug ’round my neck.
I’m ready to change course so suddenly.
All my senses today have gone mad;
Catapult me up twenty feet in my own head;
Every whip of a fly, every minute gone by,
To all of the tiniest stimuli,
Watch the clock, watch it tick-tock my life away.
In anxious anxiety, await the next gunshot –
How does each tiny thing so easily sway?
Every look that I got, and every one I did not;
The slightest...
Or a million,
Every which way; I don’t have my own say.
So quick takes effect every tug ’round my neck.
I’m ready to change course so suddenly.
All my senses today have gone mad;
Catapult me up twenty feet in my own head;
Every whip of a fly, every minute gone by,
To all of the tiniest stimuli,
Watch the clock, watch it tick-tock my life away.
In anxious anxiety, await the next gunshot –
How does each tiny thing so easily sway?
Every look that I got, and every one I did not;
The slightest...
#relationships
#UnrequitedLove
469 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Apr 2019 9:26pm
28th Apr 2019 9:26pm
I don't wanna think about it
I don’t wanna think about it, I just wanna move
I don’t wanna think about it, I just want to do
I don’t want to think about it, I just want to act
The moment that an impulse comes I let myself react.
I don’t wanna think about it, I just want to live
No doubt or hesitation, without a thought to give.
I don’t want to think about it, I just want to be
Closer to an animal, live completely free.
It isn’t objective, but I wanna try it on for size
See the world through another pair of eyes
Be able to be the way I can’t be;
I don’t wanna be...
I don’t wanna think about it, I just want to do
I don’t want to think about it, I just want to act
The moment that an impulse comes I let myself react.
I don’t wanna think about it, I just want to live
No doubt or hesitation, without a thought to give.
I don’t want to think about it, I just want to be
Closer to an animal, live completely free.
It isn’t objective, but I wanna try it on for size
See the world through another pair of eyes
Be able to be the way I can’t be;
I don’t wanna be...
#frustration
365 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Apr 2019 6:46pm
26th Apr 2019 6:46pm
An Object For My Affection
All I seek to find
Is an object for my affection
That hangs formless in the air
Without a vessel by necessity
Bring down to my level what starts so high above
Transmute through coarser images what truly is so fine
I seek an object for my affection –
If this affection’s even mine.
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For someone I feel much tenderness,
A longing to hold and to love and caress,
No ulterior motives that we must undress,
And no quality gives to this more or less.
A feeling...
Is an object for my affection
That hangs formless in the air
Without a vessel by necessity
Bring down to my level what starts so high above
Transmute through coarser images what truly is so fine
I seek an object for my affection –
If this affection’s even mine.
******************************
For someone I feel much tenderness,
A longing to hold and to love and caress,
No ulterior motives that we must undress,
And no quality gives to this more or less.
A feeling...
#anxiety
#love
#confessional
394 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Apr 2019 6:42pm
26th Apr 2019 6:42pm
Self-Love
Never, never – get used to the word;
That’s when you’ll forever have someone by side.
Shatter your notions and face the world;
The inside should match the outside.
Or could it be said the other way,
Either way, something’s got to change.
“Fuck you” to the world outside you can say
And go on your own way.
Catch the train, run to catch up,
It’s only going one way.
And it always seems to be way ahead –
Or are you just out of place?
But you stop to look and see that you’re running,
Always running away from your...
That’s when you’ll forever have someone by side.
Shatter your notions and face the world;
The inside should match the outside.
Or could it be said the other way,
Either way, something’s got to change.
“Fuck you” to the world outside you can say
And go on your own way.
Catch the train, run to catch up,
It’s only going one way.
And it always seems to be way ahead –
Or are you just out of place?
But you stop to look and see that you’re running,
Always running away from your...
#motivational
#SelfWorth
441 reads
0 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2019 6:08am
22nd Apr 2019 6:08am
Blind Fish
blind fish swimming wants an eye
swims far away from the other blind
from family, from familiar sea,
far away from how things must be
swims far away from the other blind
from family, from familiar sea,
far away from how things must be
#identity
#narrative
#fish
518 reads
2 Comments
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