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
16th Feb 2024 5:04pm
16th Feb 2024 5:04pm
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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STORY POEM
Published
16th Feb 2024 5:26am
16th Feb 2024 5:26am
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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SELF POEM
Published
15th Feb 2024 2:12am
15th Feb 2024 2:12am
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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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Feb 2024 9:25pm
13th Feb 2024 9:25pm
Into the echoes
The world feels like a prickly cactus.
A February wind blows
the wind chimes
taking them way up into the distance.
Way up and inside the
stunning rings of Saturn
where they're locked in silence.
An airplane flies by
and disrupts the moment,
where you can faintly hear
the echo of something beautiful,
but you can't quite grasp it.
A February wind blows
the wind chimes
taking them way up into the distance.
Way up and inside the
stunning rings of Saturn
where they're locked in silence.
An airplane flies by
and disrupts the moment,
where you can faintly hear
the echo of something beautiful,
but you can't quite grasp it.
#art
#meditation
#emotions
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Feb 2024 11:52pm
11th Feb 2024 11:52pm
I Like It Strong.
I'm scrambling out the door
with my double café latte.
I'm pushing through downtown
traffic to make it to work by 5.
The chaos is exhilarating.
But I have my latte, and I always
make it on time, somehow.
He fell in love with me all over again,
a while back, and bought me
an expresso machine, and I love it.
I don't brew pots of coffee
anymore, or use pods.
A café latte is an expresso
and steamed milk, & some froth.
Sometimes, if I'm feeling sweet, ...
with my double café latte.
I'm pushing through downtown
traffic to make it to work by 5.
The chaos is exhilarating.
But I have my latte, and I always
make it on time, somehow.
He fell in love with me all over again,
a while back, and bought me
an expresso machine, and I love it.
I don't brew pots of coffee
anymore, or use pods.
A café latte is an expresso
and steamed milk, & some froth.
Sometimes, if I'm feeling sweet, ...
#love
#luck
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
11th Feb 2024 7:03am
11th Feb 2024 7:03am
Premise of the Pishashee (Vibrations)
Her motivation is light
and creation,
her conflict is pain.
Her message is to be who
you were meant to be.
To search, and find the best
version of yourself
that will manifest
through the higher vibration.
She, in her lower vibration,
feels unwanted,
unneeded, and alienated.
She holds the violence of the stars
within her
swirling in chaos & iron rain,
for other people, this sometimes
makes her scary.
But she also holds the star's
creation, beauty,
light, and entropy. ...
and creation,
her conflict is pain.
Her message is to be who
you were meant to be.
To search, and find the best
version of yourself
that will manifest
through the higher vibration.
She, in her lower vibration,
feels unwanted,
unneeded, and alienated.
She holds the violence of the stars
within her
swirling in chaos & iron rain,
for other people, this sometimes
makes her scary.
But she also holds the star's
creation, beauty,
light, and entropy. ...
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
10th Feb 2024 4:50am
10th Feb 2024 4:50am
Cocks Mean Everything: Little things I've learned from Taylor Swift.
If I were a man, I cannot deny
If I came off meth
18 years ago -
& in changing my life
to the direction
I always knew it could be.
If I were a man, in doing that
& going to college
and earning a degree and start writing
and exploring my childhood dreams,
If I were a man,
I would be the most celebrated
& on-stage mother fucker ever seen.
If I came off meth
18 years ago -
& in changing my life
to the direction
I always knew it could be.
If I were a man, in doing that
& going to college
and earning a degree and start writing
and exploring my childhood dreams,
If I were a man,
I would be the most celebrated
& on-stage mother fucker ever seen.
#strength
#courage
#forgiveness
#admiration
#emotions
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
3rd Feb 2024 2:25am
3rd Feb 2024 2:25am
This is some of the worst poetry in the world, but I'm paid up.
Author of the Ferryman–12 hrs Dead
Hello, fans of the turnabout,
and the underworld.
I'm your host, the crazy Charon
I start again, once more, small steps through the mire –
its a landmine out here. But if this works,
if I make it through this small
test
of
myself,
I know they know not what they do,
but who's gonna take off the kid gloves and tell them
the truth, and not about Politics.
That...
Hello, fans of the turnabout,
and the underworld.
I'm your host, the crazy Charon
I start again, once more, small steps through the mire –
its a landmine out here. But if this works,
if I make it through this small
test
of
myself,
I know they know not what they do,
but who's gonna take off the kid gloves and tell them
the truth, and not about Politics.
That...
#mythology
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STORY POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2024 1:25am
3rd Feb 2024 1:25am
Tammy
I had a scary friend, except she wasn't scared of anything,
when we were children, she taught me the words to,
They're Coming to Take me Away Ha-haa!
She ran away once. They had to go & get her.
when we were children, she taught me the words to,
They're Coming to Take me Away Ha-haa!
She ran away once. They had to go & get her.
#childhood
#nostalgia
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
23rd Jan 2024 6:48am
23rd Jan 2024 6:48am
“We do not ride the railroad; it rides upon us.”
Where I was raised on the outskirts of life;
on the edge of society.
I could barely hear the whistle
late at night in the silence.
I knew where the tracks lay,
and I wanted to be there so badly.
I wanted to go where they traveled.
20 years later
as I lay 2 blocks away
where
a million ton train shook me awake -
deep in the night
downtown where I always wanted to be,
staring straight up at a high-rise.
Let me go back to asleep,
as I the ferryman trod there
through mud,
the...
on the edge of society.
I could barely hear the whistle
late at night in the silence.
I knew where the tracks lay,
and I wanted to be there so badly.
I wanted to go where they traveled.
20 years later
as I lay 2 blocks away
where
a million ton train shook me awake -
deep in the night
downtown where I always wanted to be,
staring straight up at a high-rise.
Let me go back to asleep,
as I the ferryman trod there
through mud,
the...
#mythology
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2023 4:04am
3rd Nov 2023 4:04am
One page I Write (OPIW)
The darkness
in the business
with the contrast of light,
It never stops.
I make it to 635,
Northbound,
Its got stories;
that stretch of hiway.
Every night,
We keep each other's secrets -
5 minutes to Argentine.
I ask them,
They ask me;
What lead you here?
in the business
with the contrast of light,
It never stops.
I make it to 635,
Northbound,
Its got stories;
that stretch of hiway.
Every night,
We keep each other's secrets -
5 minutes to Argentine.
I ask them,
They ask me;
What lead you here?
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#passion
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Aug 2023 00:14am
10th Aug 2023 00:14am
Faith
I didn't know what path to take. The Will, or the character within me, was still unspoken. So weak. Blind measure, blind means. I knew only of faith. I walked with faith in the dark soft light, forever borrowing her gracious heart for strength. We were lonely in the silence of unspoken things. I did believe. Any path would have lead me.
#uplifting
#philosophical
#symbolism
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