Submissions by Pretty_Vacuous
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
Yesterday 4:27pm
Yesterday 4:27pm
Brain Dead
I admit I suck at poetry
especially lately
but really is shooting blanks a crime?
I just can’t catch a rhyme
blinded by the light of a blank page
The
sick
tick
tick
of the cursor blink
Into the nowhere
I
sink
Empty mind
Three eye blind
Downward slide
maybe I’ll see you on the other side…of whatever this shit is, maybe not, time is all I’ve got, words…not a whole hell of a lot
just another cautionary tale without a plot
especially lately
but really is shooting blanks a crime?
I just can’t catch a rhyme
blinded by the light of a blank page
The
sick
tick
tick
of the cursor blink
Into the nowhere
I
sink
Empty mind
Three eye blind
Downward slide
maybe I’ll see you on the other side…of whatever this shit is, maybe not, time is all I’ve got, words…not a whole hell of a lot
just another cautionary tale without a plot
#honesty
27 reads
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2024 5:33am
23rd Dec 2024 5:33am
5 Uneasy Pieces
Sometimes I think I’d do well in a padded cell, as long as I had my favorite book
I found it abandoned on a bus station bench, I’ve read it so many times it starting to look like me, it’s seen some weather and still holding itself together
A knock off beanie baby in the shape of a squirrel someone threw out a moving car window somewhere between West LA and Montebello
The ring I was wearing the night of the incident and that’s all I’m going to say about it
A phone number I’m sure is no longer in order and a box of ashes of the best friend I ever had...
I found it abandoned on a bus station bench, I’ve read it so many times it starting to look like me, it’s seen some weather and still holding itself together
A knock off beanie baby in the shape of a squirrel someone threw out a moving car window somewhere between West LA and Montebello
The ring I was wearing the night of the incident and that’s all I’m going to say about it
A phone number I’m sure is no longer in order and a box of ashes of the best friend I ever had...
#confessional
127 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Dec 2024 7:16am
17th Dec 2024 7:16am
Birds of a Feather
This one…
He reminds me of a caged bird
that mimics words, amusement for amusements sake, hollow and fake and yet I understand why he still tries to sing…
it’s the clipped wings and a lack of any magic or mystery left in this wretched thing
I see it…
The push
The pull
The empty
The bitter pill
Time distilled
never full filled
Waiting on someone to open the cage door, knowing he can never get airborne, certainly never soar, he can never taste the wind, this awareness has left him beat down and thin...
He reminds me of a caged bird
that mimics words, amusement for amusements sake, hollow and fake and yet I understand why he still tries to sing…
it’s the clipped wings and a lack of any magic or mystery left in this wretched thing
I see it…
The push
The pull
The empty
The bitter pill
Time distilled
never full filled
Waiting on someone to open the cage door, knowing he can never get airborne, certainly never soar, he can never taste the wind, this awareness has left him beat down and thin...
#honesty
149 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Nov 2024 9:10am
30th Nov 2024 9:10am
Yet I Endure
My heart is not broken
in fact in a pure un-poetic notion
it’s simply an organ going about the function of pumping
I do however think my soul died with a smile
I looked it’s nowhere in the Manual (anywhere) that I should despair over a desire while that same desire unfulfilled lends itself to despair
it’s a fruitless endeavor
like a snake trying to swallow itself, so eons ago I imprisoned my own vulnerability, so much so it’s unavailable even to me
I then erased the past
embraced the idea of iconoclast ...
in fact in a pure un-poetic notion
it’s simply an organ going about the function of pumping
I do however think my soul died with a smile
I looked it’s nowhere in the Manual (anywhere) that I should despair over a desire while that same desire unfulfilled lends itself to despair
it’s a fruitless endeavor
like a snake trying to swallow itself, so eons ago I imprisoned my own vulnerability, so much so it’s unavailable even to me
I then erased the past
embraced the idea of iconoclast ...
#honesty
166 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Apr 2024 5:15am
27th Apr 2024 5:15am
Come Back With A Warrant
He thought I’d be safer underwater
he was right
even from his lofty height
wretchedness lives in plain sight
it’s always the ones with a lot to say that come and go don’t they
like wraiths in the night
trying to sell their
window love
and tunnel vision
inside this wall-less prison
there may be blood on the floor
but I am not Poe’s poor dead Lenore, so when sex & other atrocities come rap, rap, rapping
I don’t answer the door
and if the quasi half deads don’t like it…tough
I only have one voice in my head…mine,...
he was right
even from his lofty height
wretchedness lives in plain sight
it’s always the ones with a lot to say that come and go don’t they
like wraiths in the night
trying to sell their
window love
and tunnel vision
inside this wall-less prison
there may be blood on the floor
but I am not Poe’s poor dead Lenore, so when sex & other atrocities come rap, rap, rapping
I don’t answer the door
and if the quasi half deads don’t like it…tough
I only have one voice in my head…mine,...
#honesty
465 reads
SELF POEM
Published
6th Mar 2024 3:44pm
6th Mar 2024 3:44pm
Planting Flowers on the Moon
The sun doesn’t rise here
it wouldn’t dare
the two halves part the whole
and yet all three are still in control
as observers in a Necropolis full of somnambulists lucid dreaming
how do they not know
all moments are fleeting
beautiful tragedy
swimming in irony
there really is no nuance in a renaissance
to get there takes pain
a historically stubborn stain
existing, resisting, struggling not to get it twisted holding the floodgates
against the pressure of prose...
it wouldn’t dare
the two halves part the whole
and yet all three are still in control
as observers in a Necropolis full of somnambulists lucid dreaming
how do they not know
all moments are fleeting
beautiful tragedy
swimming in irony
there really is no nuance in a renaissance
to get there takes pain
a historically stubborn stain
existing, resisting, struggling not to get it twisted holding the floodgates
against the pressure of prose...
#honesty
434 reads
SELF POEM
Published
1st Dec 2022 5:14am
1st Dec 2022 5:14am
Unbraided
I once ran toward something
then ran the other way
at the point of convergence
for self preservation’s sake
oceans of distance were left in my wake
back to the quite room
in a blacked out curtained cocoon
he used to send letters with all the O’s, X’ed out
never really knew what that was all about
but then the Sun went into retrograde
and fell off the clock
before any inquiries could be made
Mr. E
twisted poetry
it all unraveled
got tangled
became sharp edges on bent angles ...
then ran the other way
at the point of convergence
for self preservation’s sake
oceans of distance were left in my wake
back to the quite room
in a blacked out curtained cocoon
he used to send letters with all the O’s, X’ed out
never really knew what that was all about
but then the Sun went into retrograde
and fell off the clock
before any inquiries could be made
Mr. E
twisted poetry
it all unraveled
got tangled
became sharp edges on bent angles ...
#shadows
451 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Nov 2022 6:28am
16th Nov 2022 6:28am
Sturgeon’s Law
Laughter is abundant in the mouth of fools
ain’t no sunshine on the end of lit fuse
inside a quantum vacuum chaos ensues
a disillusioned cynic, the worst sort of critic
with nothing much, and nothing much to lose
still its going be awhile before I give up the ghost
because I’m good at waiting, better than most
for what…well…I’ll never tell
but I have questions
the ultimate absentee isn’t going to answer
turns out silence is its own cancer
and that tiny dancer on my other shoulder
who insists he only wants to get the band back...
ain’t no sunshine on the end of lit fuse
inside a quantum vacuum chaos ensues
a disillusioned cynic, the worst sort of critic
with nothing much, and nothing much to lose
still its going be awhile before I give up the ghost
because I’m good at waiting, better than most
for what…well…I’ll never tell
but I have questions
the ultimate absentee isn’t going to answer
turns out silence is its own cancer
and that tiny dancer on my other shoulder
who insists he only wants to get the band back...
#TruthOfLife
405 reads
SELF POEM
Published
28th Jul 2022 2:25pm
28th Jul 2022 2:25pm
The Porkchop Express
I’m a very reasonable woman
Who’s experienced
some very unreasonable things
So when the shit starts rolling downhill
When everything around me is falling apart
and the panic attacks start
all I can feel is trembling and the
thunderous pounding of my heart
or when someone rouses my sleeping rage
and all I can see is a red haze
I Just remember what ol' Jack Burton does when the earth quakes
and the poison arrows fall from the sky
and the pillars of Heaven shake
Yeah, Jack Burton just looks that big...
Who’s experienced
some very unreasonable things
So when the shit starts rolling downhill
When everything around me is falling apart
and the panic attacks start
all I can feel is trembling and the
thunderous pounding of my heart
or when someone rouses my sleeping rage
and all I can see is a red haze
I Just remember what ol' Jack Burton does when the earth quakes
and the poison arrows fall from the sky
and the pillars of Heaven shake
Yeah, Jack Burton just looks that big...
#honesty
539 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jul 2022 2:09am
18th Jul 2022 2:09am
What Little Humanity
I know where there is field of tall grasses
and a single weeping willow tree
and lying at its roots, a weathered headstone
the name is gone but you can still make out the year 1883
I go there sometimes to sit and read
I don’t who’s down there
I only know we keep one another company
and a single weeping willow tree
and lying at its roots, a weathered headstone
the name is gone but you can still make out the year 1883
I go there sometimes to sit and read
I don’t who’s down there
I only know we keep one another company
#confessional
480 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Jul 2022 1:32pm
17th Jul 2022 1:32pm
No time for love Dr. Jones
Teeth grinding
have to unclench the jaw
Shhhhh…
if you don’t mind
I’m trying to coalesce into a unified flaw
Refreezing
after the last big thaw
putting a hex on Apollo
for all his empty promises
of a sun filled tomorrow
Poseidon can keep the seas
I’ll keep my ocean in a bucket
I don’t need a trident
to stir the pot
and I’m not
in the mood
to be in the middle
of middle America
with nothing but time
to puzzle out
how this puzzle
puzzles together
I don’t know man...
have to unclench the jaw
Shhhhh…
if you don’t mind
I’m trying to coalesce into a unified flaw
Refreezing
after the last big thaw
putting a hex on Apollo
for all his empty promises
of a sun filled tomorrow
Poseidon can keep the seas
I’ll keep my ocean in a bucket
I don’t need a trident
to stir the pot
and I’m not
in the mood
to be in the middle
of middle America
with nothing but time
to puzzle out
how this puzzle
puzzles together
I don’t know man...
#boredom
563 reads
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