Submissions by Pishashee
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The writer smiles, ash on their fingers: “Chaos, I borrowed your teeth to bite eternity. Now eat.”
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
Yesterday 9:08pm
Yesterday 9:08pm
Illusion of Dreams
When my country
landed on the moon,
it was of no
practical value to me.
So young a female
centered on stage
for a different dismantling.
landed on the moon,
it was of no
practical value to me.
So young a female
centered on stage
for a different dismantling.
#hell
#nostalgia
#responsibility
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
Yesterday 7:48pm
Yesterday 7:48pm
Serve Yourself
Can you imagine
you're a hostess
entertaining doubt.
Doubt being all
your past
experiences.
They all take a seat.
What do you serve them?
Whiskey? Crumpets?
The ambiguity is
interesting,
maybe fulfilling,
maybe empty,
but still, you get nothing.
you're a hostess
entertaining doubt.
Doubt being all
your past
experiences.
They all take a seat.
What do you serve them?
Whiskey? Crumpets?
The ambiguity is
interesting,
maybe fulfilling,
maybe empty,
but still, you get nothing.
#nightmares
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
Yesterday 5:37am
Yesterday 5:37am
Shellycoat. The much less common.
I was lost along
the Colonnades,
enjoying the fountains,
hearing a distant bell chime,
when I noticed a man
wearing a Shellycoat
walking nearby.
I turned and watched him.
He made a polite gesture
in passing,
I thought to myself,
I haven't seen a Shellycoat
in a long, long time.
the Colonnades,
enjoying the fountains,
hearing a distant bell chime,
when I noticed a man
wearing a Shellycoat
walking nearby.
I turned and watched him.
He made a polite gesture
in passing,
I thought to myself,
I haven't seen a Shellycoat
in a long, long time.
#dragons
#fairies
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Feb 2025 4:34pm
25th Feb 2025 4:34pm
Intentionally
I walked in,
down
the
stairs.
And without falling, I said,
"I'm going away now,
I'll finish this
conversation
with myself later."
down
the
stairs.
And without falling, I said,
"I'm going away now,
I'll finish this
conversation
with myself later."
#BestFriend
#funny
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2025 6:15pm
23rd Feb 2025 6:15pm
The Raptures of Polyps
To plumb the depths of mind,
a cavern vast,
Where shadows dance
and hidden pathways twist.
The first, stark question,
echoing at last:
What light will pierce
this ever-present mist?
A blindman's fumble,
grasping at the void,
A search for purchase,
where no foothold lies.
Yet, in this darkness,
dreams are unalloyed,
A writer's touch,
where starlight fills the skies.
The sun, a forge,
where fiery rivers run,
Its light...
a cavern vast,
Where shadows dance
and hidden pathways twist.
The first, stark question,
echoing at last:
What light will pierce
this ever-present mist?
A blindman's fumble,
grasping at the void,
A search for purchase,
where no foothold lies.
Yet, in this darkness,
dreams are unalloyed,
A writer's touch,
where starlight fills the skies.
The sun, a forge,
where fiery rivers run,
Its light...
#happiness
#love
#philosophical #symbolism
#philosophical #symbolism
87 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Feb 2025 11:34pm
21st Feb 2025 11:34pm
Hemingway
The writer said,
"Write the truest sentence
that you know".
Faced with such
a phlegmatic horror,
I didn't though.
"Write the truest sentence
that you know".
Faced with such
a phlegmatic horror,
I didn't though.
#epic
#minimalist
#rhyming
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Feb 2025 7:51pm
20th Feb 2025 7:51pm
Concepts
Sorry for the stark reality, but isn't the truth better?
I was watching some Merry Melodies a few days ago on YouTube—ever showing my ability to rise above and be the unstressed individual, escaping our world... today. I cringe at the reality...
Anyway, Porky Pig had a bakery and it was just lovely. Except, he was battling some pesky flies.
The flies, being a threat to his pristine cleanliness to the public; a public he will be selling his bakery goods to, therefore making him rich off the wonderful baked goods and money he rakes in.
And, so there...
I was watching some Merry Melodies a few days ago on YouTube—ever showing my ability to rise above and be the unstressed individual, escaping our world... today. I cringe at the reality...
Anyway, Porky Pig had a bakery and it was just lovely. Except, he was battling some pesky flies.
The flies, being a threat to his pristine cleanliness to the public; a public he will be selling his bakery goods to, therefore making him rich off the wonderful baked goods and money he rakes in.
And, so there...
#MyInspiration
#passion
#PowerOfWords #WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords #WritingPoetry
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STORY POEM
Published
13th Feb 2025 6:11am
13th Feb 2025 6:11am
Introspection and Individuality: Exploring the Landscape of the Self
A Lecture:
(Professor adjusts their glasses, a slight smile playing on their lips)
Alright, class, settle in, settle in! Welcome back to Psychology 301. Or, as I like to call it, "Why We're All a Little Bit Weird (and That's Okay)."
Today, we're diving deep into something very personal, something I've grappled with for years: the fascinating intersection of self-discovery, perception, and the delightful enigma of "weirdness." And we're going to explore it through the lens of poetry – my poetry, actually – and a rather intriguing story...
(Professor adjusts their glasses, a slight smile playing on their lips)
Alright, class, settle in, settle in! Welcome back to Psychology 301. Or, as I like to call it, "Why We're All a Little Bit Weird (and That's Okay)."
Today, we're diving deep into something very personal, something I've grappled with for years: the fascinating intersection of self-discovery, perception, and the delightful enigma of "weirdness." And we're going to explore it through the lens of poetry – my poetry, actually – and a rather intriguing story...
#fiction
#inspirational
#MentalHealth #philosophical
#MentalHealth #philosophical
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Feb 2025 10:35pm
11th Feb 2025 10:35pm
The Writer's Pen
There is an old soul
who's picked up the flame.
Sitting and watching
the sun go down
on the other side of the mountains,
Down, down, down,
It looks as though it's burning.
who's picked up the flame.
Sitting and watching
the sun go down
on the other side of the mountains,
Down, down, down,
It looks as though it's burning.
#admiration
#dawn
#respect #strength
#respect #strength
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STORY POEM
Published
10th Feb 2025 5:24am
10th Feb 2025 5:24am
Bart’s Bouncing Donuts.
Bartholomew "Bart". My Buttercup. He’s a man of boundless enthusiasm, a heart of pure spun sugar, and ideas that would make a caffeinated squirrel look lethargic. I love him dearly. Truly, I do. But sometimes, his entrepreneurial spirit… well, it leaves me a little breathless.
For years, he’s been plagued with flightless business adventures. The "Chihuahua Chinchilla", the "Edible Eyeglasses", the "Self-Folding Laundry". (the less said about the hamster union strike, the better). I still find stray sunflower seeds in the dryer....
For years, he’s been plagued with flightless business adventures. The "Chihuahua Chinchilla", the "Edible Eyeglasses", the "Self-Folding Laundry". (the less said about the hamster union strike, the better). I still find stray sunflower seeds in the dryer....
#determination
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeGoals
#MyInspiration
#uplifting
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STORY POEM
Published
9th Feb 2025 10:48pm
9th Feb 2025 10:48pm
This One's For Luck
Element: Sulfer
The Voodoo Connection
Deep in the Louisiana bayou, where Spanish moss draped like ghostly whispers and the air hummed with crickets and frogs, resided Mama Sulfur, the Voodoo Queen. Her stilt shack, a vibrant patchwork of charms, herbs, and gator skulls, pulsed with raw elemental energy.
Mama Sulfur wasn't your typical voodoo queen. Her magic blended ancient traditions with the bayou's wild heart. Her parchment skin shimmered with a faint yellow glow, a reminder of the sulfur that coursed through her veins. Her piercing eyes held...
The Voodoo Connection
Deep in the Louisiana bayou, where Spanish moss draped like ghostly whispers and the air hummed with crickets and frogs, resided Mama Sulfur, the Voodoo Queen. Her stilt shack, a vibrant patchwork of charms, herbs, and gator skulls, pulsed with raw elemental energy.
Mama Sulfur wasn't your typical voodoo queen. Her magic blended ancient traditions with the bayou's wild heart. Her parchment skin shimmered with a faint yellow glow, a reminder of the sulfur that coursed through her veins. Her piercing eyes held...
#luck
#science
#sports
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STORY POEM
Published
7th Feb 2025 8:24am
7th Feb 2025 8:24am
The Carbon Family Picnic
At Evergreen Meadow,
The air crackled with excitement. It was the summer solstice, the one day of the year the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional meeting spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family, each member unique, yet undeniably Carbon. There was Carbon-13, his eccentric cousin, juggling aetheric energy orbs while debating the merits of isotopic art with...
The air crackled with excitement. It was the summer solstice, the one day of the year the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional meeting spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family, each member unique, yet undeniably Carbon. There was Carbon-13, his eccentric cousin, juggling aetheric energy orbs while debating the merits of isotopic art with...
#art
#countryside
#identity
#nature
#relationships
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