Submissions by PurpuraBuho
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have been wearing the ocean all day.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Mar 2023 7:15pm
28th Mar 2023 7:15pm
Sustain Yourself
Everyone clings to life in different ways.
Me?
One day at a time.
Some days grisly and grim,
in the cruelest weather,
holding on to every drop of rain.
Disheartened by reasoning of ignoble notions.
my concept of wherewithal;
shattering shivers of smithereens.
Other days graceful and agile,
blooming beneath the blazing sun.
Gasconading my extravagant colors;
that lives inside of me,
crevices shimmering with gold
that buttresses me continuously.
Serenity will always be on the horizon
and euphoria...
Me?
One day at a time.
Some days grisly and grim,
in the cruelest weather,
holding on to every drop of rain.
Disheartened by reasoning of ignoble notions.
my concept of wherewithal;
shattering shivers of smithereens.
Other days graceful and agile,
blooming beneath the blazing sun.
Gasconading my extravagant colors;
that lives inside of me,
crevices shimmering with gold
that buttresses me continuously.
Serenity will always be on the horizon
and euphoria...
#strength
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8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Mar 2023 6:08pm
25th Mar 2023 6:08pm
astophysical grief
Every time I said I wanted to die
I meant I am willing to do anything to live.
Build a new home atop a dust cloud and
stick a straw into a buried tarn on Pluto
and get merry on weightlessness,
creating new asterisms,
walking the tightrope between
uncharted celestial bodies.
existing bodiless, a shadow in reverse.
a smudge of luminescence made by
the iniquity I escaped.
But no one really wants to die,
they want relief,
and they believe they will never find it in this world.
that belief could be right or wrong.
you need...
I meant I am willing to do anything to live.
Build a new home atop a dust cloud and
stick a straw into a buried tarn on Pluto
and get merry on weightlessness,
creating new asterisms,
walking the tightrope between
uncharted celestial bodies.
existing bodiless, a shadow in reverse.
a smudge of luminescence made by
the iniquity I escaped.
But no one really wants to die,
they want relief,
and they believe they will never find it in this world.
that belief could be right or wrong.
you need...
#depression
#grief
134 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Sep 2021 1:32am
7th Sep 2021 1:32am
Remember the why?
Why
the
fuck
am
I
here
for
then?! '
as the demons of dreams, comes to educate you if you are brave enough to look into those dark recesses of the brain....
the
fuck
am
I
here
for
then?! '
as the demons of dreams, comes to educate you if you are brave enough to look into those dark recesses of the brain....
#dreams
#nightmares
162 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jun 2021 9:39am
14th Jun 2021 9:39am
Untitled
He sucked at the air like
it had suddenly become thick
and was now almost too difficult to draw in.
He became deaf to my pleas to stop,
rapidly back-tracking on my
previously tough stance;
But by then it was irreversible.
Nearly suffocating
Choking out weak cries
while gasping for air,
An act of violence to the body
and soul of the victim,
to their spirit,
to their enduring sense of
self-worth and esteem.
It is an act of power,
of cold indifference a form of evil.
This time I won’t let it be
an...
it had suddenly become thick
and was now almost too difficult to draw in.
He became deaf to my pleas to stop,
rapidly back-tracking on my
previously tough stance;
But by then it was irreversible.
Nearly suffocating
Choking out weak cries
while gasping for air,
An act of violence to the body
and soul of the victim,
to their spirit,
to their enduring sense of
self-worth and esteem.
It is an act of power,
of cold indifference a form of evil.
This time I won’t let it be
an...
#abuse
#MentalHealth
#hurt
113 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Jun 2021 8:18am
10th Jun 2021 8:18am
Cosmically Vast
My words fail me,
I comprehend so much more
than can ever be explained,
that sense of love that hits
me in a nanosecond,
that's when my emotional intelligence
leaps far beyond that
which speech can ever accomplish.
That's when I feel safe with you,
love you for as "forever"
as we are and will be.
And it's that love that wakes me,
shows me my best self,
opens such wide vistas
of imagination and
reality combined.
I comprehend so much more
than can ever be explained,
that sense of love that hits
me in a nanosecond,
that's when my emotional intelligence
leaps far beyond that
which speech can ever accomplish.
That's when I feel safe with you,
love you for as "forever"
as we are and will be.
And it's that love that wakes me,
shows me my best self,
opens such wide vistas
of imagination and
reality combined.
#happiness
#love
#gratitude
114 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Jun 2021 9:04am
9th Jun 2021 9:04am
Clemency
Your compassion was the overpass,
it just took time to
trust my avoirdupois to it.
You extended succor
and stayed while I showed
you the scars, the mess, the fear.
You let me come close,
let me hide,
let me return without shame.
Every time I thought you
had enough there was
only patience I never
felt I had earned.
it just took time to
trust my avoirdupois to it.
You extended succor
and stayed while I showed
you the scars, the mess, the fear.
You let me come close,
let me hide,
let me return without shame.
Every time I thought you
had enough there was
only patience I never
felt I had earned.
#relationships
114 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Jun 2021 8:58am
9th Jun 2021 8:58am
Papery
I feel ardently raw today;
like there is no skin
over my pain
and the ramshackle
wind makes it bleed.
like there is no skin
over my pain
and the ramshackle
wind makes it bleed.
#hurt
119 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2021 8:17am
2nd Jun 2021 8:17am
Rimy
The white-blues and silvers
of wintry dreams swirled in the sky above.
The frigid air has a way of
keeping me in the moment.
Breaths rise in puffs,
arms hugs me tightly
and there is a dawdle to my movements;
making my atoms shiver;
letting it rob the last whispers
of heat from my very bones.
I feel it wash over my skin,
again and again,
only to be met by the
beat of my heart,
again and again
of wintry dreams swirled in the sky above.
The frigid air has a way of
keeping me in the moment.
Breaths rise in puffs,
arms hugs me tightly
and there is a dawdle to my movements;
making my atoms shiver;
letting it rob the last whispers
of heat from my very bones.
I feel it wash over my skin,
again and again,
only to be met by the
beat of my heart,
again and again
#winter
111 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Jun 2021 1:23pm
1st Jun 2021 1:23pm
Fleefle
Welkin's sunlit glitter wafted down
to bring our world to a new shine.
Respectively,
as if formed by an artisan,
august for their simplicity.
Dancing in the wintry air,
water in its most artistic form.
Crystal obeisance as
the air is their stage and
they were born to command it.
The newly clothed trees rose
as white fairy-tale beings
in a wintry landscape,
for the pearl-grey clouds
had bequeathed a bounty of snow
for earth to
become a fresh new page.
to bring our world to a new shine.
Respectively,
as if formed by an artisan,
august for their simplicity.
Dancing in the wintry air,
water in its most artistic form.
Crystal obeisance as
the air is their stage and
they were born to command it.
The newly clothed trees rose
as white fairy-tale beings
in a wintry landscape,
for the pearl-grey clouds
had bequeathed a bounty of snow
for earth to
become a fresh new page.
#snow
56 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Jun 2021 9:29am
1st Jun 2021 9:29am
Piety
Following as a sheep is a pestilence,
what you bring has real value
in this world and every other –
you bring wisdom
and lay it at my feet as if
it were my feat rather
than your own.
a thinker,
a protector,
a soul resurrector
even when my soul-pulse
needs re-ignition.
You are loyalty and
I hear you with all that I am.
what you bring has real value
in this world and every other –
you bring wisdom
and lay it at my feet as if
it were my feat rather
than your own.
a thinker,
a protector,
a soul resurrector
even when my soul-pulse
needs re-ignition.
You are loyalty and
I hear you with all that I am.
#love
#support
107 reads
13 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st May 2021 11:28am
31st May 2021 11:28am
laureate
The poet soul feels all
and so learns not to cry,
yet to knot the truth of existence,
to fashion ropes from threads of light,
to make possible the escape
from the pits others dare not see.
The poet soul goes full raw
so that it can go full roar,
so it can loose the bounds of mortal men
and with free arms offer up thy ink,
to knit the threads,
to weave the fabric of divinity.
The poet soul swims beneath the tears,
beneath that salty brine,
to find the warm currents
that carry life onward and
support...
and so learns not to cry,
yet to knot the truth of existence,
to fashion ropes from threads of light,
to make possible the escape
from the pits others dare not see.
The poet soul goes full raw
so that it can go full roar,
so it can loose the bounds of mortal men
and with free arms offer up thy ink,
to knit the threads,
to weave the fabric of divinity.
The poet soul swims beneath the tears,
beneath that salty brine,
to find the warm currents
that carry life onward and
support...
#WritingPoetry
110 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th May 2021 7:02pm
30th May 2021 7:02pm
Vigil
Insomnia is a red flag upon a red flag,
for the brain is so much in pain
that it feels it must keep on working to keep you safe.
my biota needs a reset,
a reboot,
time away.
Every night is a futile tussle
of conflicting thoughts.
my mind churns on in the darkness
like a runaway motor.
While the rest of the world embraces their dreams,
their eight hours of rest,
I toss and turn chasing the white rabbit.
He has my dreams in his pocket.
This...
for the brain is so much in pain
that it feels it must keep on working to keep you safe.
my biota needs a reset,
a reboot,
time away.
Every night is a futile tussle
of conflicting thoughts.
my mind churns on in the darkness
like a runaway motor.
While the rest of the world embraces their dreams,
their eight hours of rest,
I toss and turn chasing the white rabbit.
He has my dreams in his pocket.
This...
#insomnia
#sleep
109 reads
8 Comments
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