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
3rd Apr 2025 4:52am
3rd Apr 2025 4:52am
Chapter 2:
The Bone
and the Ballad.
He brought her a bone.
White, clean, from a rabbit.
She ignored it. Mud.
She ate mud.
He howled.
A long, sad sound.
It went across the fields.
The cows looked.
The chickens clucked.
She did not look...
I will miss all of you...
and the Ballad.
He brought her a bone.
White, clean, from a rabbit.
She ignored it. Mud.
She ate mud.
He howled.
A long, sad sound.
It went across the fields.
The cows looked.
The chickens clucked.
She did not look...
I will miss all of you...
#admiration
#hope
#love #motivational
#love #motivational
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2025 4:04am
3rd Apr 2025 4:04am
Now I hate him.
The paper is a block of wood.
I stood watching.
I'll not speak of what he may have been thinking, but I heard him recite evil words on small beings.
The mouse was dangling from the glue trap, Already dead in his screaming.
There was no need for torment. Or to draw the torment to my attention.
Now I hate him.
I stood watching.
I'll not speak of what he may have been thinking, but I heard him recite evil words on small beings.
The mouse was dangling from the glue trap, Already dead in his screaming.
There was no need for torment. Or to draw the torment to my attention.
Now I hate him.
#anger
#anxiety
#hate
#heartbroken
#rejection
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Mar 2025 8:14pm
27th Mar 2025 8:14pm
the 80's,
Back in the 80's,
besides the music & concerts.
We didn't know what we were
going to do for the summer
Hopefully, some farmer
would want his bails of hay
stacked up in the loft.
besides the music & concerts.
We didn't know what we were
going to do for the summer
Hopefully, some farmer
would want his bails of hay
stacked up in the loft.
#fairies
#homelessness
#HumanRights
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Mar 2025 5:48am
15th Mar 2025 5:48am
14 years in the business
They come to my door,
warning me about shadows
walking among us,
They, homeless
innthe hood.
They want drugs
I suppose
Secretly,
They like meth,
They like crack,
anything that will make them
feel good again.
No body doing
no yard work today.
They walk up the block,
because they're not really
going anywhere.
Sometimes,
they live respectful lives.
warning me about shadows
walking among us,
They, homeless
innthe hood.
They want drugs
I suppose
Secretly,
They like meth,
They like crack,
anything that will make them
feel good again.
No body doing
no yard work today.
They walk up the block,
because they're not really
going anywhere.
Sometimes,
they live respectful lives.
#consumerism
#fate
#marijuana
#money
#nostalgia
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Mar 2025 4:27am
15th Mar 2025 4:27am
Fear Not
I have made
peace
with the devil,
and with
God,
and I fear you not!
peace
with the devil,
and with
God,
and I fear you not!
#MyInspiration
#politics
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Mar 2025 9:21pm
11th Mar 2025 9:21pm
Chip Conspicuous
Have you ever noticed that whoever goes in the Mar-a-Lago mansion comes out chirping a
little different, with a new perspective
of the current leadership.
little different, with a new perspective
of the current leadership.
#politics
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STORY POEM
Published
8th Mar 2025 7:47pm
8th Mar 2025 7:47pm
Born of the Paper
The Whispering Blossoms:
Ready for
Aesop's Approval(imagined)
I took a path that was staggered,
It was one of those paths
that no one knows
quite where it goes,
or just how long it mattered.
It smelled of jam
down in the brambles.
In an ancient hollow,
in a clearing,
there stood a mulberry tree.
It had a spicy story
to tell me.
It riddled & rattled
& as I listened
to its barking echo,
I ambled.
"In a...
Ready for
Aesop's Approval(imagined)
I took a path that was staggered,
It was one of those paths
that no one knows
quite where it goes,
or just how long it mattered.
It smelled of jam
down in the brambles.
In an ancient hollow,
in a clearing,
there stood a mulberry tree.
It had a spicy story
to tell me.
It riddled & rattled
& as I listened
to its barking echo,
I ambled.
"In a...
#forest
#trees
#WritingPoetry
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Mar 2025 2:23am
8th Mar 2025 2:23am
Banana
He’s always buying me bananas,
always talking about how
I need to eat the bananas.
He always buys too many bananas.
I’ll eat a banana to make him happy.
But then he’ll walk around,
holding up the hand of bananas,
looking for the vanilla wafers
and banana pudding.
Always driving me nuts
with wanting to do something
with the banana.
always talking about how
I need to eat the bananas.
He always buys too many bananas.
I’ll eat a banana to make him happy.
But then he’ll walk around,
holding up the hand of bananas,
looking for the vanilla wafers
and banana pudding.
Always driving me nuts
with wanting to do something
with the banana.
#relationships
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STORY POEM
Published
7th Mar 2025 1:16am
7th Mar 2025 1:16am
The Wild Rose
I'm the Gardner
He's the Wild Rose
It wasn't a whirlwind romance, more like a glacial thaw in a neglected garden, a place where the promise of vibrant blooms lay buried beneath a thick layer of frost and tangled vines.
Year one: I viewed him as a particularly stubborn weed, a thistle masquerading as something potentially useful.
I spent most of my time meticulously weeding around him, convinced he was a detriment to my carefully planned landscape. And, let's be honest, I got pricked. More than once. A sharp word here, a dismissive glance there –...
He's the Wild Rose
It wasn't a whirlwind romance, more like a glacial thaw in a neglected garden, a place where the promise of vibrant blooms lay buried beneath a thick layer of frost and tangled vines.
Year one: I viewed him as a particularly stubborn weed, a thistle masquerading as something potentially useful.
I spent most of my time meticulously weeding around him, convinced he was a detriment to my carefully planned landscape. And, let's be honest, I got pricked. More than once. A sharp word here, a dismissive glance there –...
#forgiveness
#kindness
#love #rose
#love #rose
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Mar 2025 9:49pm
6th Mar 2025 9:49pm
A Writer
A willingness to sit with truth—
to name the shame,
to name the silence—
is a testament to bravery.
Here, in the marrow of unspoken things,
is where the most powerful writing lives:
not in the shouting,
not in the chaos,
but in the quiet reckoning.
In the way ink bleeds truth
onto the pages.
to name the shame,
to name the silence—
is a testament to bravery.
Here, in the marrow of unspoken things,
is where the most powerful writing lives:
not in the shouting,
not in the chaos,
but in the quiet reckoning.
In the way ink bleeds truth
onto the pages.
#mystery
#narrative
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Mar 2025 4:10pm
6th Mar 2025 4:10pm
Inner World I Didn't Know
Embedded in life were small moments. I owned these moments, unknowing anything, just living the dream.
Standing in a room filled with strange people who thought they knew me, and were sure what I would do next—because I was their puppet. All I wanted was for them to get up out of my space.
I was watching something about astronomy. Must have been PBS. No one else was paying attention.
It was a scientific documentary explaining space expansion.
I didn't know the language they were speaking, but I can imagine it must have been physics, speaking of parsecs....
Standing in a room filled with strange people who thought they knew me, and were sure what I would do next—because I was their puppet. All I wanted was for them to get up out of my space.
I was watching something about astronomy. Must have been PBS. No one else was paying attention.
It was a scientific documentary explaining space expansion.
I didn't know the language they were speaking, but I can imagine it must have been physics, speaking of parsecs....
#astronomy
#confessional
#freedom #passion
#freedom #passion
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2025 11:55pm
3rd Mar 2025 11:55pm
Rainy World
The world used to feel
so beautiful.
I adapted to the rain
falling.
The tempo changed
often
with an emotional
drumming, clearing
the world, exposing
the scent of rusted oak
woods along my path.
In gilded water
drops in my hand,
The world feels so beautiful,
clutching the magic.
We get old
and the world
gets cold
and rain we use to know
is only a wet mess.
The rain I used to know
/ as magic /
is just a wet mess
of disillusionment, ...
so beautiful.
I adapted to the rain
falling.
The tempo changed
often
with an emotional
drumming, clearing
the world, exposing
the scent of rusted oak
woods along my path.
In gilded water
drops in my hand,
The world feels so beautiful,
clutching the magic.
We get old
and the world
gets cold
and rain we use to know
is only a wet mess.
The rain I used to know
/ as magic /
is just a wet mess
of disillusionment, ...
#depression
#hope
#metaphor #strength
#metaphor #strength
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