Submissions by RobynRenee
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
14th Feb 2020 11:05pm
14th Feb 2020 11:05pm
Dear Future Me
Future self
You have respect
Don't follow him
Let him come
If he wants
Don't bribe her
Let her come
If she wants
Don't drag it
Let it come
If it should
Let all things be
Remember
Yourself
Me
You have respect
Don't follow him
Let him come
If he wants
Don't bribe her
Let her come
If she wants
Don't drag it
Let it come
If it should
Let all things be
Remember
Yourself
Me
#respect
#SelfWorth
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Feb 2020 5:40am
14th Feb 2020 5:40am
My Wheelchair and Me
Together we are unstoppable
Like a horse and its jockey
we race ahead of the crowd
I am the brain, it is the brawn
and together we are whole.
Apart we are useless,
helpless, and stationary
But joined, we are a single bond
free and powerful
no one can stop us.
They are free to keep pointing and laughing
talking behind hands, joking at our expense
but it doesn't matter
because we are free.
Free to leave them far behind
back, in their ignorance and hate
while we race ahead
toward a better future
where...
Like a horse and its jockey
we race ahead of the crowd
I am the brain, it is the brawn
and together we are whole.
Apart we are useless,
helpless, and stationary
But joined, we are a single bond
free and powerful
no one can stop us.
They are free to keep pointing and laughing
talking behind hands, joking at our expense
but it doesn't matter
because we are free.
Free to leave them far behind
back, in their ignorance and hate
while we race ahead
toward a better future
where...
#freedom
#escape
#SelfDiscovery
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Feb 2020 3:21am
13th Feb 2020 3:21am
if I told you
what if I told you...
I am blind
And I have never seen the green grass or the blue sky
I am deaf
And I have never heard a bird’s song or a friend’s laugh
I am mute
And I have never called out in greeting or burst into song
I am crippled
And I have never run in freedom or danced with delight
I am fingerless
And I have never held a hand or cracked a knuckle
I am tasteless
And I have never savored spice or enjoyed sweetness
What if I told you
I am different
And I wonder if it will make a difference in your opinion of me
I am blind
And I have never seen the green grass or the blue sky
I am deaf
And I have never heard a bird’s song or a friend’s laugh
I am mute
And I have never called out in greeting or burst into song
I am crippled
And I have never run in freedom or danced with delight
I am fingerless
And I have never held a hand or cracked a knuckle
I am tasteless
And I have never savored spice or enjoyed sweetness
What if I told you
I am different
And I wonder if it will make a difference in your opinion of me
#confessional
389 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Feb 2020 00:29am
11th Feb 2020 00:29am
my sleeping fish
I picked the fish that was sleeping
I was tired, and found a kindred spirit in its slumber
But even when I took it home
And put it in a tank ten times the size
Of the tiny plastic cup it arrived in
And gave it toys and filters
Instead of the world of nothing it had stayed in
It didn’t wake up
And then I realized
My fish was dead
It had died without ever getting a home
It had died inside its tiny plastic cup
Where all it could do was turn in tight circles
And wait for death or adoption
I don’t know which one my fish was...
I was tired, and found a kindred spirit in its slumber
But even when I took it home
And put it in a tank ten times the size
Of the tiny plastic cup it arrived in
And gave it toys and filters
Instead of the world of nothing it had stayed in
It didn’t wake up
And then I realized
My fish was dead
It had died without ever getting a home
It had died inside its tiny plastic cup
Where all it could do was turn in tight circles
And wait for death or adoption
I don’t know which one my fish was...
#death
#fish
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Feb 2020 3:47am
7th Feb 2020 3:47am
tired from writing
After I write
when people are reading
i sit back
and gaze at nothing
letting my mind wander
Usually though
it just plops down
too wearing to run down
anymore rabbit holes
My poor imagination
must be given
a rest.
when people are reading
i sit back
and gaze at nothing
letting my mind wander
Usually though
it just plops down
too wearing to run down
anymore rabbit holes
My poor imagination
must be given
a rest.
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
28th Jan 2020 4:01am
28th Jan 2020 4:01am
chasing fireflies, a short, short story
Lila ran through the grass, laughing as it tickled her bare feet.
“Come and play, Ted!” she called, beckoning to her brother.
“Hurry, the sun’s setting and the fireflies are out.”
Ted looked up from the book he had been reading.
“I’ll come in a minute. Let me just finish this page.”
Lila watched him for a while, then, stomping in disgust,
stalked over to where Ted sat.
“Get up.” she ordered, hands on hips, staring him down.
Ted laughed, “Alright, alright. I’m done and I’m coming.”
Lila’s face brightened, and she grabbed Ted’s hand.
Then,...
“Come and play, Ted!” she called, beckoning to her brother.
“Hurry, the sun’s setting and the fireflies are out.”
Ted looked up from the book he had been reading.
“I’ll come in a minute. Let me just finish this page.”
Lila watched him for a while, then, stomping in disgust,
stalked over to where Ted sat.
“Get up.” she ordered, hands on hips, staring him down.
Ted laughed, “Alright, alright. I’m done and I’m coming.”
Lila’s face brightened, and she grabbed Ted’s hand.
Then,...
#brother
#sister
#ShortStory
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Jan 2020 6:19pm
20th Jan 2020 6:19pm
i write
I write again and again.
Hoping to find quality in the quantity
Hoping to find peace in the wreckage.
I spill out every thought in my mind
wishing to know if there are any worth saving
If any will bring me the assurance I long for
I write for everything.
I write for myself, because I have to
I write for them because they ask
I write for the future because its coming
I write for the memories of the past.
will any of my words mean a thing
will they all just be erased
will my presence on this earth have helped
even a single...
Hoping to find quality in the quantity
Hoping to find peace in the wreckage.
I spill out every thought in my mind
wishing to know if there are any worth saving
If any will bring me the assurance I long for
I write for everything.
I write for myself, because I have to
I write for them because they ask
I write for the future because its coming
I write for the memories of the past.
will any of my words mean a thing
will they all just be erased
will my presence on this earth have helped
even a single...
#confessional
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ANGER POEM
Published
19th Jan 2020 2:02am
19th Jan 2020 2:02am
brothers
We were brothers in that moment.
Though he was older and wiser,
and I was younger and filled with the vigor of youth,
we were brothers, twins of the womb.
We were brothers in that moment for
we shared the bitterness in our eyes.
We were no strangers to sin,
but this was a fault we had played only the victim of,
never the perpetrator.
It was a crime we were familiar with.
As familiar as life, as familiar as death.
The injustice of it all stung but it was a bite we could not fight.
Instead we let the bitterness flow from our...
Though he was older and wiser,
and I was younger and filled with the vigor of youth,
we were brothers, twins of the womb.
We were brothers in that moment for
we shared the bitterness in our eyes.
We were no strangers to sin,
but this was a fault we had played only the victim of,
never the perpetrator.
It was a crime we were familiar with.
As familiar as life, as familiar as death.
The injustice of it all stung but it was a bite we could not fight.
Instead we let the bitterness flow from our...
#brother
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jan 2020 11:22pm
5th Jan 2020 11:22pm
turning in circles
She turned in circles, the phone pressed to her ear.
It rang
rang
rang
No one picked up.
Was anyone even on the other line?
Was the other number even in existence?
She might never know.
She turned in circles, the phone pressed to her ear.
It rang
rang
rang
It rang
rang
rang
No one picked up.
Was anyone even on the other line?
Was the other number even in existence?
She might never know.
She turned in circles, the phone pressed to her ear.
It rang
rang
rang
#LifeCycle
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Dec 2019 4:12am
24th Dec 2019 4:12am
more
tea stained teeth
happily gulping more
ink stained wrists
happily writing more
wood filled fingers
happily carving more
slightly singed nose
happily burning more
flour dusted feet
happily baking more
dirt coated hair
happily planting more
thistle scratched hands
happily picking more
callous covered heels
happily running more
teenage breaking voice
happily singing more
O the joy we will find when we
happily do more
happily gulping more
ink stained wrists
happily writing more
wood filled fingers
happily carving more
slightly singed nose
happily burning more
flour dusted feet
happily baking more
dirt coated hair
happily planting more
thistle scratched hands
happily picking more
callous covered heels
happily running more
teenage breaking voice
happily singing more
O the joy we will find when we
happily do more
#gratitude
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Dec 2019 1:27am
20th Dec 2019 1:27am
wine of the beautiful
I am perfect, and I am disgusted.
Not a hair is out of place, my lips are the most precious jewel.
My cheeks are softly blushed and my skin is spotless smooth.
I am beautiful. As always.
I hate it.
Now I would not be so vain as to claim status as a goddess, despite everyone’s desire to title me so.
I am simply beautiful.
Though I wish it were as simple as that.
I have always taken my beauty for granted
It is something I have always had, so it is something I accept.
I do not worship it in any form.
Actually, as more time passes, I am...
Not a hair is out of place, my lips are the most precious jewel.
My cheeks are softly blushed and my skin is spotless smooth.
I am beautiful. As always.
I hate it.
Now I would not be so vain as to claim status as a goddess, despite everyone’s desire to title me so.
I am simply beautiful.
Though I wish it were as simple as that.
I have always taken my beauty for granted
It is something I have always had, so it is something I accept.
I do not worship it in any form.
Actually, as more time passes, I am...
#beauty
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Dec 2019 3:00am
13th Dec 2019 3:00am
sit awhile child
Sit awhile child
sit in your tears
Think awhile child
think of your fears
Cry awhile child
cry of the pain
And let the hurt leave you
before it hurts you again
Sing awhile child
yell out in joy
Love awhile child
treasure your toy
Breathe awhile child
be simple and still
And know forever child
You are my child still
sit in your tears
Think awhile child
think of your fears
Cry awhile child
cry of the pain
And let the hurt leave you
before it hurts you again
Sing awhile child
yell out in joy
Love awhile child
treasure your toy
Breathe awhile child
be simple and still
And know forever child
You are my child still
#love
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