Submissions by SURVIVOR
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm steadily learning while slowly gaining moving ever forward one step at a time👣
CONNECTION.....
lost my soul, a body's verry essence. aged 2 1/2 father shattered me into many fragments
according to my doctor's records & hypnosis, my soul & my very essence gone.
however, my spirit was left unscathed. she soars swirling within the winds.
somehow, sometime my spirit connected with H.B..
It's actually crazy when i think about him & me.
we've never seen, not even a true picture, of him & me
my gawd, he's half my age. shhh...
what was thinking, have I gone mad?? Shhh... ...
according to my doctor's records & hypnosis, my soul & my very essence gone.
however, my spirit was left unscathed. she soars swirling within the winds.
somehow, sometime my spirit connected with H.B..
It's actually crazy when i think about him & me.
we've never seen, not even a true picture, of him & me
my gawd, he's half my age. shhh...
what was thinking, have I gone mad?? Shhh... ...
#happiness
#confessional
#SelfReflection
890 reads
30 Comments
kit KAT...
In the depth of vast nothingness, a slumbering, fearsome tigress slips open her stained glass eyes.
Arching her graceful, sleek spine, a low, throaty rumble resonates. Soft, warm fleece clutched in sharpened claws.
Slipping onto the icy floor, she begins her hunt.
Silently, she pads into the lights shadow. Ears pricked, she targets her prey. Shhh...
Ahh, yes. There, do you smell it? Can you hear it? Are you able to see it?
Musky, human. Shifting with restlessness. A dim silhouette.
Stalking with stealth. Ears highly attuned for guarded,...
Arching her graceful, sleek spine, a low, throaty rumble resonates. Soft, warm fleece clutched in sharpened claws.
Slipping onto the icy floor, she begins her hunt.
Silently, she pads into the lights shadow. Ears pricked, she targets her prey. Shhh...
Ahh, yes. There, do you smell it? Can you hear it? Are you able to see it?
Musky, human. Shifting with restlessness. A dim silhouette.
Stalking with stealth. Ears highly attuned for guarded,...
#identity
#MentalHealth
922 reads
12 Comments
THUNDERSTORMS... {collaboration with sinisterpenz}
#erotic
1168 reads
20 Comments
Free Fall {reinvented
5-9-2018}
pacing
picking up speed
hazy
far oh so far
no no nothing
spinning blurring
out of control
intruders invading
desperately seeking escape
falling shaking
sweating
so fucking cold
pacing hiding
emotionally bankrupt
punishing punishment
anxious
wringing icy hands
falling
throat like sand
breathless
backing away
agonizing pain
gasping grasping
spirits bleeding
pacing sniffling
blending falling
confusion
nerves are vibrating ...
pacing
picking up speed
hazy
far oh so far
no no nothing
spinning blurring
out of control
intruders invading
desperately seeking escape
falling shaking
sweating
so fucking cold
pacing hiding
emotionally bankrupt
punishing punishment
anxious
wringing icy hands
falling
throat like sand
breathless
backing away
agonizing pain
gasping grasping
spirits bleeding
pacing sniffling
blending falling
confusion
nerves are vibrating ...
#anxiety
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
#despair
#suffering
1018 reads
22 Comments
BRUISES...
Poor little girl, cloaked in polka dots of blue, head slung back, auburn curls feathering out, Swirling, twirling, whirling, round and round. ¤ Poor little girl, cloaked in polka dots of blue, carefree and dancing with wild abandonment. Melodies of ghostly violins vibrated in tragedy and despair. ¤ Poor little girl, cloaked in polka dots of blue, arms spread wide, an unearthly smile playing bout her...
#happiness
#hope
1127 reads
19 Comments
My Pothole...
It has been said one is strong for surviving tragedy. Many roads have been paved from such inspirational words of comfort. ¤ Along the fog and smog of my journey, I occasionally find a comfy pothole to rest, breath and reflect in. Upon much rest and reflection, I dare say, fuck that. ¤ What strength can be found in acceptance of innocence. It's not like one can walk away, fend for...
#inspirational
#SelfReflection
1055 reads
14 Comments
Merci Mon Frere...
Early Christmas morning, I received the most beautiful and to die for gift. I'd wished, many many times, even upon stars for this. It seemed to always elude me. Till this morning. Quite frankly, it gave our spirit the sniffles. We were gifted our blood brother, with a purple heart of valor, he was true and thru. Like us, he was a Soldier. Each fighting the exact same war, literally, the exact same war! Back to Back, we were strong and fucking fierce. Charging from the front lines, HellBound and proud, straight into the booming chaotic abyss of freezing darkness. Armed with battle scarred...
#gratitude
#admiration
#respect
999 reads
I'M DONE...
I hope your noticing, I'm leaving, I'm done. Your brainwashing and twisting of facts, leave me realizing, they're nothing more than reflections of yourself. ¤ I've gotten stronger by knowing, it never was about me. You, quite frankly, are incapable of loving another. So filled with arrogance, you'll never see, you, and you alone, are responsible for the destruction of you and me. ¤ I no longer want counseling. It wouldn't help. How can you...
#marriage
#MovingOn
1158 reads
20 Comments
A WANNABE...
I wanna be a rock star, Not just any old rock star either. I wannabe a smashing, successful billionaire with respect kinda rock star. ¤ I've practiced and practiced so I'd be a sure success. I've bruised many ears black and blue, yeah, even mine to. ¤ Memorizing the lyrics, what a snap to do. Singing...
#funny
751 reads
9 Comments
The Backwoods...
Deep in the backwoods, on our great, great grandfather's land, ancient, satanic rituals, for generations, were practiced there. ¤ The only light breaking the ominous, starless night were heated flames, licking at the malevolence floating in the air. ¤ Brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers, uncles and aunts, bodies and heartbeats swaying in rhythm to the somber, resonance of chants. ¤ ...
#anxiety
#abuse
#memories
764 reads
6 Comments
So the debate lingers on...
There must be laws, even stricter gun laws! Laws rule our feral lands. But here, at least to me, things get shady. What good do laws do for the deviants and innocents who make our world go around! They aren't able to hide or be protected if they're as flat broke as me! All deviants and children have to do, (from the ghettos to penthouses) is look. Gutters, alleyways, closets and "safe" hiding spots, they are everywhere. They can even be purchased with a bag of weed or dope! Billions upon billions are being wasted by highfaultin politician's viewpoint that lead to no realistic new laws. My...
#PowerOfWords
870 reads
8 Comments
CLARITY....
#identity
#rebirth
#confessional
1093 reads
18 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by SURVIVOR