Submissions by Pishashee
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"Sitting with the angels who have returned with my memories. " ― Alice Walker. It is a pleasure to be in such company.
In Pistachio's Garden
The lotus were the storytellers.
Each night, the garden patch would gather
the aromas from the water
where he had thrown the faded flowers,
and they would listen to the lotus
tell their stories of growth, new beginnings, and wonder.
Each night, the garden patch would gather
the aromas from the water
where he had thrown the faded flowers,
and they would listen to the lotus
tell their stories of growth, new beginnings, and wonder.
#flowers
#nature
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Through the Atmosphere
I stepped on a spider when I was little,
only to see a thousand more racing out
from beneath my shoe in every direction.
They've been on my mind forever.
I imagine if we could take our brains apart
about a million Vuvuzelas
would escape in every direction,
sounding like dying monkeys
pounding on keyboards
trying to figure out what a vuvuzela was.
only to see a thousand more racing out
from beneath my shoe in every direction.
They've been on my mind forever.
I imagine if we could take our brains apart
about a million Vuvuzelas
would escape in every direction,
sounding like dying monkeys
pounding on keyboards
trying to figure out what a vuvuzela was.
#nature
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Inverse Squares & the Measure of Constants
I was studying my neighbor’s
algorithms,
and the book I'm reading mentions
their weighted voting.
And so, I was wondering,
what do they mean?
I, for the longest time, staring straight up,
incapable of offering any reply.
algorithms,
and the book I'm reading mentions
their weighted voting.
And so, I was wondering,
what do they mean?
I, for the longest time, staring straight up,
incapable of offering any reply.
#motivational
#learning
#MovingOn
#escape
#success
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2 in the morning
Down the road I heard it;
One
Two
Three
Four
shots fired on the east side.
They go ignored
until a man shows up
at the emergency room
with his 16-year-old son,
shot to death as a passenger
by stray bullets;
they were going to get ice cream at McDonald's.
One
Two
Three
Four
shots fired on the east side.
They go ignored
until a man shows up
at the emergency room
with his 16-year-old son,
shot to death as a passenger
by stray bullets;
they were going to get ice cream at McDonald's.
#LifeStruggles
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We Know Nothing (but we think about it)
I like people
that say,
hey, if things
go bad,
let's run this way.
that say,
hey, if things
go bad,
let's run this way.
#hope
#courage
#utopia
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February’s Dream
I can smell
the old fashion lilac,
and the
fresh grass nearby.
the old fashion lilac,
and the
fresh grass nearby.
#flowers
#spring
#nature
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Steadfast friend
Sweetheart, oh Sweetheart,
of silver sheen,
we've sailed the city
and chased a dream.
Five years together
in miles untold,
your purr,
a tale of two manifold.
Streetlights dance
on your darling chrome dress,
each avenue a kiss
sweet boulevards caress.
We've chased the sunrise,
we've felt the rain,
seen lovers laugh,
felt abandoned in pain.
Your leather whispers
parked secrets kept,
our laughter shared,
driven tears unwept.
From neon nights
to morning's...
of silver sheen,
we've sailed the city
and chased a dream.
Five years together
in miles untold,
your purr,
a tale of two manifold.
Streetlights dance
on your darling chrome dress,
each avenue a kiss
sweet boulevards caress.
We've chased the sunrise,
we've felt the rain,
seen lovers laugh,
felt abandoned in pain.
Your leather whispers
parked secrets kept,
our laughter shared,
driven tears unwept.
From neon nights
to morning's...
#cars
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In quiet circumambience
After work, I sit at home
and decompress,
influenced by the ambiance.
I take my hair down, in the stillness
I draw from my cigarette,
a smoke ring floats above me, in quiet dance.
and decompress,
influenced by the ambiance.
I take my hair down, in the stillness
I draw from my cigarette,
a smoke ring floats above me, in quiet dance.
#job
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WORLDWIDE
like a bad village cabaret;
There was music, an irrefutable magic
that sounded so familiar.
In the distance, there were mountains.
Mountains like I’d never seen before.
They looked unnatural like the Pyramids of Giza
coming up like triangles through the world,
but they were the brightest emerald green.
My mind then became aware of my fingers
around the strings, as I felt the body
of the guitar held against me.
I was waking. It was then I started to realize
it was me playing the music.
There was music, an irrefutable magic
that sounded so familiar.
In the distance, there were mountains.
Mountains like I’d never seen before.
They looked unnatural like the Pyramids of Giza
coming up like triangles through the world,
but they were the brightest emerald green.
My mind then became aware of my fingers
around the strings, as I felt the body
of the guitar held against me.
I was waking. It was then I started to realize
it was me playing the music.
#escape
#scifi
#PersonalGrowth
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The Snow is Starting to Stick
You made it up this morning I see,
beating your siren wings
you finally made it to the page to start writing;
a day off with the tortured poet.
I’m sure you moseyed aimless
as you got up to wash & pee
wishing for less pain in your feat,
then you made you a cup of coffee + espresso.
In the bottle,
there was one more slug of whiskey,
and as you warned yourself about bad
rhyme & timing,
hoping it didn’t come back up,
you drank it, decorously,
charmingly, & neatly, ...
beating your siren wings
you finally made it to the page to start writing;
a day off with the tortured poet.
I’m sure you moseyed aimless
as you got up to wash & pee
wishing for less pain in your feat,
then you made you a cup of coffee + espresso.
In the bottle,
there was one more slug of whiskey,
and as you warned yourself about bad
rhyme & timing,
hoping it didn’t come back up,
you drank it, decorously,
charmingly, & neatly, ...
#narrative
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there is no wisdom where
they live in echo chambers
inside fallen walls of old castles,
and its just that the ocean hasn't taken them yet
And as you can see, and hear, and taste,
you join into the dust.
inside fallen walls of old castles,
and its just that the ocean hasn't taken them yet
And as you can see, and hear, and taste,
you join into the dust.
#parody
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Forgiveness
Through forgiveness I have taken accountability for my life. Life is unforgiving and so its a challenge.
We're these mere beings not knowing anything about ourselves for a long long time, but life feels good and days and months and the years go by, and we're living our lives making the best of these things happening around us trying not to fall apart inside.
I embraced my wrongdoings. This is a hard & ugly task to endure, because on the inside your guts are screaming & crying and hating you over these things that you just can't skip over.
When...
We're these mere beings not knowing anything about ourselves for a long long time, but life feels good and days and months and the years go by, and we're living our lives making the best of these things happening around us trying not to fall apart inside.
I embraced my wrongdoings. This is a hard & ugly task to endure, because on the inside your guts are screaming & crying and hating you over these things that you just can't skip over.
When...
#SelfReflection
#acceptance
#SelfWorth
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