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.”
STORY POEM
Published
7th Feb 2025 3:17am
7th Feb 2025 3:17am
Periodic Table of Arguments
Oxygen, a fiery little redhead with a southern drawl, tapped her foot impatiently.
"Hydro, honey, you're fixin' to make a fool out of yourself. Carbon is obviously gonna choose me. We make water together, darlin'. Everybody needs water. It's the lifeblood of everything!"
Hydrogen, Oxygen's nervous little sister with a squeaky voice, wrung her hands.
"You're so bossy!" Whispering loudly. "So grabby! You hog all the electrons! I offer Carbon a nice, even share. Think of all the cool stuff we can build together – hydrocarbons, the...
"Hydro, honey, you're fixin' to make a fool out of yourself. Carbon is obviously gonna choose me. We make water together, darlin'. Everybody needs water. It's the lifeblood of everything!"
Hydrogen, Oxygen's nervous little sister with a squeaky voice, wrung her hands.
"You're so bossy!" Whispering loudly. "So grabby! You hog all the electrons! I offer Carbon a nice, even share. Think of all the cool stuff we can build together – hydrocarbons, the...
#earth
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#nature
#universe
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STORY POEM
Published
5th Feb 2025 7:42pm
5th Feb 2025 7:42pm
Oh Elara, Where Art Thou?
Elara, a cartographer of the cosmos, traced the swirling nebulae projected onto the dome of her observatory. Dust motes, illuminated by the starlight simulator, danced like miniature galaxies. She wasn't charting constellations; she was mapping the spaces between them, the dark rivers where stardust flowed. Her grandmother, a woman who read the whispers of the wind and the rustle of leaves, called it "starmist," the veil between worlds.
Elara, a scientist, preferred the language of parsecs and light-years. Yet, sometimes, when the hum of the machinery faded, she felt a...
Elara, a scientist, preferred the language of parsecs and light-years. Yet, sometimes, when the hum of the machinery faded, she felt a...
#earth
#shadows
#stars #universe
#stars #universe
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
4th Feb 2025 3:09am
4th Feb 2025 3:09am
Chemistry
The train rattled softly through the Georgia pines, golden hour spilling over fields of cotton like melted butter. I was scribbling equations in a weathered notebook—half-work, half-daydream—when the compartment door slid open.
She entered like a controlled reaction: precise, inevitable. Her curls were auburn chaos pinned with a pencil, and her eyes held the warm, calculating gleam of a labradorite gem. A faded "Standing on the Shoulders of Giants" tote-bag hung from her shoulder, stuffed with a biology textbook and a dog-eared copy of 'Cosmos'.
“Mind if I...
She entered like a controlled reaction: precise, inevitable. Her curls were auburn chaos pinned with a pencil, and her eyes held the warm, calculating gleam of a labradorite gem. A faded "Standing on the Shoulders of Giants" tote-bag hung from her shoulder, stuffed with a biology textbook and a dog-eared copy of 'Cosmos'.
“Mind if I...
#coffee
#dialogue
#fiction
#luck
#science
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Feb 2025 6:47am
1st Feb 2025 6:47am
Night Walk
I took a walk through the tapestry of night,
where streetlamps stitched their gold tight across midnight’s throat—
not stars, but close enough to mimic light,
to guard the paths where restless shadows are rubies.
A chorus hummed through bones of bending trees,
the wind’s tender grasp combed through the thorny thicket.
Far above, in blackened galaxies,
starlight blew its kisses—thick as good luck & hope.
The moon, ripe as a strawberry, dripped its glow,
and climbed the clouds like stairs, playing calipee. ...
where streetlamps stitched their gold tight across midnight’s throat—
not stars, but close enough to mimic light,
to guard the paths where restless shadows are rubies.
A chorus hummed through bones of bending trees,
the wind’s tender grasp combed through the thorny thicket.
Far above, in blackened galaxies,
starlight blew its kisses—thick as good luck & hope.
The moon, ripe as a strawberry, dripped its glow,
and climbed the clouds like stairs, playing calipee. ...
#escape
#nature
#PersonalGrowth
#strength
#wisdom
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Feb 2025 5:34am
1st Feb 2025 5:34am
The story survives… until it doesn’t.
The writer smiles,
ash on their fingers:
“Chaos, I borrowed
your teeth to bite
eternity. Now eat.”
ash on their fingers:
“Chaos, I borrowed
your teeth to bite
eternity. Now eat.”
#LifeAsAWriter
#universe
106 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Aug 2024 11:23pm
13th Aug 2024 11:23pm
Made in the Shade
Nice lady,
her name's Alice
they say
she sits on the square
and writes poetry
spinning
in the shade all day.
her name's Alice
they say
she sits on the square
and writes poetry
spinning
in the shade all day.
#WritingPoetry
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Apr 2024 8:21am
26th Apr 2024 8:21am
Chain
The flash of light came
& I waited with anticipation
for the thunder it gave.
It cracked my heart wide open.
The night was chaotic & beautiful,
and a little poetic,
and then the sweetness of rain.
& I waited with anticipation
for the thunder it gave.
It cracked my heart wide open.
The night was chaotic & beautiful,
and a little poetic,
and then the sweetness of rain.
#lover
#rain
#storm
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Apr 2024 6:48am
19th Apr 2024 6:48am
Cordial Conversation on the Weather
Reading my book
on how to make taffy.
I look outside
and I listen to the rain.
The world is screaming,
and wonders;
what
color
is
the
rain
water;
little gloomy little grey.
It's the color of
bitter
&
soda
poured into a pan
and baked until clay.
The birds are singing
and clapping
that the worms
are a...
on how to make taffy.
I look outside
and I listen to the rain.
The world is screaming,
and wonders;
what
color
is
the
rain
water;
little gloomy little grey.
It's the color of
bitter
&
soda
poured into a pan
and baked until clay.
The birds are singing
and clapping
that the worms
are a...
#hope
#motivational
161 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Apr 2024 6:00am
13th Apr 2024 6:00am
Optimistic Heaven
Dogs.
Lots of dogs.
Lots of dogs.
#love
#dogs
#animals
161 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Apr 2024 6:36am
8th Apr 2024 6:36am
Eastside KC
Twang! Twang!
Tang!
Here it comes again;
Tang! Tang!
Twang!
Bullets across
the hood
from my balcony.
My son is
on heroine tonight.
Tang!
Here it comes again;
Tang! Tang!
Twang!
Bullets across
the hood
from my balcony.
My son is
on heroine tonight.
#drugs
#addiction
#culture
152 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Apr 2024 3:06am
6th Apr 2024 3:06am
Helpless
My brain, in the middle of the night
while I'm sleeping,
is trying to figure out,
without my knowabouts,
how to get out of my skull.
I can't get it out of my head
now that I have absolutely no way
to communicate with my brain,
to tell it to calm down.
Fascinating. The mind.
The darkness
within the darkness.
The murmed brain that expels the thought.
while I'm sleeping,
is trying to figure out,
without my knowabouts,
how to get out of my skull.
I can't get it out of my head
now that I have absolutely no way
to communicate with my brain,
to tell it to calm down.
Fascinating. The mind.
The darkness
within the darkness.
The murmed brain that expels the thought.
#Taoism
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Mar 2024 8:36pm
30th Mar 2024 8:36pm
Out of the wind
Out of the wind
….………………….and the night
a new sorrow
…….……………….is not so deep.
The softness of the stars` dim light,
…………………….makes it drowsy
and it goes to sleep………………..
….………………….and the night
a new sorrow
…….……………….is not so deep.
The softness of the stars` dim light,
…………………….makes it drowsy
and it goes to sleep………………..
#stars
#night
#WritingPoetry
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