Submissions by Tallen (earth_empath)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am not really a seasoned writer. I write to Feel Less and I read to Feel more.
Retrospect From my Cell
Mirrored shards
Pasts
Glisten against my thinking
Searches for broken glass
Casts
Gather pieces, linking
Reflection of repeats
Redundancy
Unlearned in some respects
A trash can full of ideas
Ideals
Reread a thousand times
A splintered mirror
where
I might see ya
In solitude of commitment
Subject to a Prism
of Feelings
Waiting
Wasting
Wanting
Hoping
Confined
To a Prison
of
my
Dreams.
Pasts
Glisten against my thinking
Searches for broken glass
Casts
Gather pieces, linking
Reflection of repeats
Redundancy
Unlearned in some respects
A trash can full of ideas
Ideals
Reread a thousand times
A splintered mirror
where
I might see ya
In solitude of commitment
Subject to a Prism
of Feelings
Waiting
Wasting
Wanting
Hoping
Confined
To a Prison
of
my
Dreams.
#SelfReflection
#meditation
577 reads
20 Comments
Infinitesimally Deep
Feelings
. . .Tiny
Plankton
in a sea
of
human
emotion
thoughts
experiences
&
dreams.
. . .Tiny
Plankton
in a sea
of
human
emotion
thoughts
experiences
&
dreams.
#philosophical
435 reads
7 Comments
THE Tree
A sometimes symbol.
Standing in our midst for centuries
and even ” in the beginning “…
A sometime symbol of unwavering
power, strength and faith.
An unlimited stalk which we are able
to lean against. Weight fully.
The symbolic plant that bore all our
transgressions.
Upon the shoulders —- our maker(s)
so that we might live.
And now as our maker(s) arose
we too are called to rise, “and when
we fall,” our maker(s) firmly rooted
in our hearts. . .
Roots deeply embedded in universal love
...
Standing in our midst for centuries
and even ” in the beginning “…
A sometime symbol of unwavering
power, strength and faith.
An unlimited stalk which we are able
to lean against. Weight fully.
The symbolic plant that bore all our
transgressions.
Upon the shoulders —- our maker(s)
so that we might live.
And now as our maker(s) arose
we too are called to rise, “and when
we fall,” our maker(s) firmly rooted
in our hearts. . .
Roots deeply embedded in universal love
...
#religion
#Christian
#faith
#spiritual
#pagan
593 reads
15 Comments
Emptied
You are the rifle,
And I, the bullet.
With careless words,
and without thought,
You pull the trigger
and fire but one.
I am an empty shell.
And I, the bullet.
With careless words,
and without thought,
You pull the trigger
and fire but one.
I am an empty shell.
#emotional
544 reads
21 Comments
Lost in Sentience
In an unconscious drool
I crawl on hands and knees.
My swim is lacking fuel –
“ more breast milk, please.”
Too small to reach above
zero experience
too young still needing love
Lost,
lost in sentience.
Mixed emotions, teen aged,
struggling to be sane;
I know all & nothing
drown me with cellophane.
Finished mouse school and maze
caught in a rat’s trap bait
innocence lost, a phase?
still lost in sentience.
To old to have it all
my gait now slows and lags.
I’m nearing...
I crawl on hands and knees.
My swim is lacking fuel –
“ more breast milk, please.”
Too small to reach above
zero experience
too young still needing love
Lost,
lost in sentience.
Mixed emotions, teen aged,
struggling to be sane;
I know all & nothing
drown me with cellophane.
Finished mouse school and maze
caught in a rat’s trap bait
innocence lost, a phase?
still lost in sentience.
To old to have it all
my gait now slows and lags.
I’m nearing...
#philosophical
713 reads
12 Comments
The Star Painters’ Ladder -- ( a Tallen & Sky_dancer collaboration )
Primary colors three
red, blue, Green
pailed in comparison
You and reaching for me
brushes at the ready!
We begin a steady climb.
Our ascension, a destination
through my atmospheric red
blending our violet hues
in waves of your crashing blues
canvas primed,
majestic wash t'ward our skies.
Outstretched arms straining
for the next rung of our path
dodging white holes raining
debris -- universally cast.
A summit not yet revealed
with...
red, blue, Green
pailed in comparison
You and reaching for me
brushes at the ready!
We begin a steady climb.
Our ascension, a destination
through my atmospheric red
blending our violet hues
in waves of your crashing blues
canvas primed,
majestic wash t'ward our skies.
Outstretched arms straining
for the next rung of our path
dodging white holes raining
debris -- universally cast.
A summit not yet revealed
with...
#universe
#spiritual
#pagan
#art
#philosophical
581 reads
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Napkin My Heart
warm my heart with a big black coat
struggling with which path to take
wrap a napkin around my throat
dry my tears
I am not awake
torn between tradition again
my heart has been asunder, 2
not wanting growth afar, a friend
my heart now drowns in ponds of blue
my flame dims and now barely glows
my soul cries for new horizons
only my Goddess knows
She knows
where we could now all be headed
O, napkin my heart
it’s very heavy
and these tears
are not just for me
struggling with which path to take
wrap a napkin around my throat
dry my tears
I am not awake
torn between tradition again
my heart has been asunder, 2
not wanting growth afar, a friend
my heart now drowns in ponds of blue
my flame dims and now barely glows
my soul cries for new horizons
only my Goddess knows
She knows
where we could now all be headed
O, napkin my heart
it’s very heavy
and these tears
are not just for me
#sadness
#universe
#fate #spiritual
#fate #spiritual
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(Her) Woodland Trust
When sheltered in reclusive darkened hall
it is easy to rub sandpaper against the grain
Standing solid like roman columns tall
solid as ash surrounds potential gain
A Woodland trust to be certain
stretching for miles on end
expansive and extensive planting
and protection towards a friend
Thick with innuendos within the forest deep
cracked crystal balls and readings
no longer roll off lips still bleeding
a pine perhaps in pleading
from a Preservation in sleep
wants and needs spin desires of...
it is easy to rub sandpaper against the grain
Standing solid like roman columns tall
solid as ash surrounds potential gain
A Woodland trust to be certain
stretching for miles on end
expansive and extensive planting
and protection towards a friend
Thick with innuendos within the forest deep
cracked crystal balls and readings
no longer roll off lips still bleeding
a pine perhaps in pleading
from a Preservation in sleep
wants and needs spin desires of...
#support
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Quilled
When love hurts
it doesn’t bruise;
it cuts.
I asked for a refill
I asked for
Novacaine
for my cavities,
of course!
(Damn chocolate!)
I received nothing
to dull the pain. . .
All Cupid gave me
was a dozen
arrows
up my butt.
it doesn’t bruise;
it cuts.
I asked for a refill
I asked for
Novacaine
for my cavities,
of course!
(Damn chocolate!)
I received nothing
to dull the pain. . .
All Cupid gave me
was a dozen
arrows
up my butt.
#relationships
391 reads
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Illusional Love
Life doesn’t hurt until you have time to yourself to think about how things have changed, who you’ve lost along the way, and how much of it is your fault.”
I don’t think she truly believed anything I said; it was just another one of her many facades
and because I wanted someone to believe me
I trusted her and believed her…..in her. I allowed myself to become the fool…..foolish.
The other lesson learned here is there can be only one for one lifetime and I had mine long long ago.
No matter that this one was taken from me by nothing other than...
I don’t think she truly believed anything I said; it was just another one of her many facades
and because I wanted someone to believe me
I trusted her and believed her…..in her. I allowed myself to become the fool…..foolish.
The other lesson learned here is there can be only one for one lifetime and I had mine long long ago.
No matter that this one was taken from me by nothing other than...
#love
#breakup
#LifeStruggles
#memories
#hurt
734 reads
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Nicknamed
With but
one name
dropped
I dub
myself
innocent
babe.
Woke up
to a note
to a rose
a name –
Tallen,
upon a
fluffed
pillow
beside
me.
The backdrop
felt
white
cumulus
warm
& dreamy.
<< A Friend told me I’m not allowed to nickname myself >>
lol
I woke up
smiling and
still looking
for my Halo.
one name
dropped
I dub
myself
innocent
babe.
Woke up
to a note
to a rose
a name –
Tallen,
upon a
fluffed
pillow
beside
me.
The backdrop
felt
white
cumulus
warm
& dreamy.
<< A Friend told me I’m not allowed to nickname myself >>
lol
I woke up
smiling and
still looking
for my Halo.
#friendship
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Leftovers or 1 more
I had purchased a kit to build a Glorious Outdoor Shed
made of Barnyard Red Bricks. The clerk said if I adhered
to the directions exactly, I could accomplish this task
in about a week. Excited, I began to open the contents
methodically. Each brick I counted and accounted for
Each bag of mortar mix and all the two by fours - all of
it! Tomorrow I would begin after a good sleep with good
dreams or none at all. And then I would try to be awake
for the time it is time to awaken. Always an excited
time for me.
...
made of Barnyard Red Bricks. The clerk said if I adhered
to the directions exactly, I could accomplish this task
in about a week. Excited, I began to open the contents
methodically. Each brick I counted and accounted for
Each bag of mortar mix and all the two by fours - all of
it! Tomorrow I would begin after a good sleep with good
dreams or none at all. And then I would try to be awake
for the time it is time to awaken. Always an excited
time for me.
...
#FreeVerse
#prose
478 reads
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DU Poetry : Submissions by Tallen (earth_empath)