Submissions by Thesilverymoon (Lauren Brenner)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Well. Um. I’m just your average wannabe poet, standing in front of a bunch of, um, you guys, asking you to read my, errr, poems.
Keeper
I’ve decided to start a relationship
with Google Keep
I can say anything I want to her
and she always listens
She’s always there for me
with a blank note to cry on
📝
She never blocks me
gives me as much space as I want
Sometimes she even tries to finish my sentences
She remembers everything I tell her
down to the last word
and even notes down the dates
of all the secrets
I’ve ever shared with her
She knows all the men I’ve ever loved ...
with Google Keep
I can say anything I want to her
and she always listens
She’s always there for me
with a blank note to cry on
📝
She never blocks me
gives me as much space as I want
Sometimes she even tries to finish my sentences
She remembers everything I tell her
down to the last word
and even notes down the dates
of all the secrets
I’ve ever shared with her
She knows all the men I’ve ever loved ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#relationships
#WritingPoetry
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2 Comments
The Beach
Did you know that if you drill a vertical foxhole
from the marble backstreets of Lisbon
through molten rock
to the underside of the earth
then slide down, feet first
turns out you’ll reach the Kapiti coast
In the middle of New Zealand
Crazy huh?
I’d recommend tossing down some
tinned sardines, fresh clams,
baby buttered snails
and semi-aerated green wine
As take-home mementos of Portugal
Then drive a jeep
to an undisclosed beach location
climb up to the Iberian coastline ...
from the marble backstreets of Lisbon
through molten rock
to the underside of the earth
then slide down, feet first
turns out you’ll reach the Kapiti coast
In the middle of New Zealand
Crazy huh?
I’d recommend tossing down some
tinned sardines, fresh clams,
baby buttered snails
and semi-aerated green wine
As take-home mementos of Portugal
Then drive a jeep
to an undisclosed beach location
climb up to the Iberian coastline ...
#beach
#beauty
#lover
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
160 reads
3 Comments
When Hockney curtsies The Queen
When words trace pictures
and pictures hear colours
and colours bleed moments
and moments project music
and music believes dancing
and dancing explodes camera
and camera grips kaleidoscope
and kaleidoscope breathes melody
and melody tastes like birds
and birds dream in pigment
and pigment feels up Hockney
and Hockney curtsies the Queen...
and pictures hear colours
and colours bleed moments
and moments project music
and music believes dancing
and dancing explodes camera
and camera grips kaleidoscope
and kaleidoscope breathes melody
and melody tastes like birds
and birds dream in pigment
and pigment feels up Hockney
and Hockney curtsies the Queen...
#art
#WritingPoetry
121 reads
1 Comment
One Day
One day
I sat in the eye of a needle
and squinted down at the world
watching the city
its bricks and mortar lining the streets
where bicycle wheels rotated past
the choices we made
One day I stopped to take a breath
reaching down
to blow the feathers
off a lion’s tooth
then simply waited to see
what would float past
One day in the morning I woke up
and dressed myself
I looked in the mirror
fastened the patch over my right eye
the blue-black bruise looked
pretty ghoulish if...
I sat in the eye of a needle
and squinted down at the world
watching the city
its bricks and mortar lining the streets
where bicycle wheels rotated past
the choices we made
One day I stopped to take a breath
reaching down
to blow the feathers
off a lion’s tooth
then simply waited to see
what would float past
One day in the morning I woke up
and dressed myself
I looked in the mirror
fastened the patch over my right eye
the blue-black bruise looked
pretty ghoulish if...
#grief
#politics
#violence #war
#violence #war
147 reads
2 Comments
An ending
The last time you loved me
we rolled and swam and tussled
and melted and mixed together
then tied our bodies firmly
like a ribbon adorning its gift
The last time you held me
time hovered above the bed
deciding how to capture
a photograph of two lovers
locked in their closing moments
The last time you kissed me
space disappeared
like a luke-warm shadow
dissolving between
the press of our lips
The last time you touched me
I shivered as the wind
plucked at my jacket
You briefly...
we rolled and swam and tussled
and melted and mixed together
then tied our bodies firmly
like a ribbon adorning its gift
The last time you held me
time hovered above the bed
deciding how to capture
a photograph of two lovers
locked in their closing moments
The last time you kissed me
space disappeared
like a luke-warm shadow
dissolving between
the press of our lips
The last time you touched me
I shivered as the wind
plucked at my jacket
You briefly...
#love
166 reads
2 Comments
I won’t be a ghost
Another day another dumb fuck
Despite my better judgement
You told me not to
But I did it anyway
I kept texting him
Like some dumb lame-ass junkie
Raking up the breadcrumbs
Like they were a dessert topping
But evidently they were just left overs
Hard and stale
Old, even
Ghosting isn’t gracious
But the slow fade method
Reminiscent of a waning snake burn
Twisted and intentional
Then a caustic dissolution
of rising smoke leaving hot asphalt
Compelling you to scramble and flock ...
Despite my better judgement
You told me not to
But I did it anyway
I kept texting him
Like some dumb lame-ass junkie
Raking up the breadcrumbs
Like they were a dessert topping
But evidently they were just left overs
Hard and stale
Old, even
Ghosting isn’t gracious
But the slow fade method
Reminiscent of a waning snake burn
Twisted and intentional
Then a caustic dissolution
of rising smoke leaving hot asphalt
Compelling you to scramble and flock ...
#anger
#heartbroken
#hurt
200 reads
3 Comments
Jagged Edge
🩵
In
her
dream
one friday
at lunchtime
she carved out
a message to him
written in the sand
beneath the shadow
that captured her breath
floating between jagged rocks
swift and curious he moved his hand
across the top of her thigh, learning the
angles and edges of her shape and skin
following the line of mellowed sunlight
sharpened above the crests of waves
a streamlined net that tossed itself
widely across the ocean’s teeth
sitting beneath the stone walls
pawing...
In
her
dream
one friday
at lunchtime
she carved out
a message to him
written in the sand
beneath the shadow
that captured her breath
floating between jagged rocks
swift and curious he moved his hand
across the top of her thigh, learning the
angles and edges of her shape and skin
following the line of mellowed sunlight
sharpened above the crests of waves
a streamlined net that tossed itself
widely across the ocean’s teeth
sitting beneath the stone walls
pawing...
#lust
#sea
#beach
#lover
#sensual
268 reads
5 Comments
Birth #1
Eighteen summers back
I forged the silhouette
of a love bird
that chirped
with fledgling strength
Her lyrics and melody
fashioned a layered truth
from the language of stars
And wild mountain flocks
Etched their way through
the heat and pressure of clouds
turning the carbon rocks
into a pool of diamonds
For nine long moons I stretched
Into the shapes of limbs and wings
Fierce and graceful
a baby dragonette grew
deep within my belly
I beckoned the flocks
to...
I forged the silhouette
of a love bird
that chirped
with fledgling strength
Her lyrics and melody
fashioned a layered truth
from the language of stars
And wild mountain flocks
Etched their way through
the heat and pressure of clouds
turning the carbon rocks
into a pool of diamonds
For nine long moons I stretched
Into the shapes of limbs and wings
Fierce and graceful
a baby dragonette grew
deep within my belly
I beckoned the flocks
to...
#birth
#motherhood
206 reads
2 Comments
The Britomart Hotel
Hey Bluey from Woolongong
salt-of-the-earth strength
flame breathing dragon
blasting your fire crotch
drifted in from the south
and helped yourself
to a generous
portion
of me
then left
salt-of-the-earth strength
flame breathing dragon
blasting your fire crotch
drifted in from the south
and helped yourself
to a generous
portion
of me
then left
#anxiety
#lover
#confusion #hurt
#confusion #hurt
192 reads
2 Comments
Wtf
When my lover ran off with another lover
What the fuck was she thinking, really?
How could she love me so hard
Then goddammit suddenly leave me
I refused to believe she’d do that to me
She’d told me she loved me
and furiously
I really did feel that she meant it
Truly
But the whole fucking thing filled me with insecurity
I was genuinely concerned for her mental state
Flaky, like a blow up car-yard inflatable soul mate
I’m not sure if she had really planned to leave me
Just straight out impulsive...
What the fuck was she thinking, really?
How could she love me so hard
Then goddammit suddenly leave me
I refused to believe she’d do that to me
She’d told me she loved me
and furiously
I really did feel that she meant it
Truly
But the whole fucking thing filled me with insecurity
I was genuinely concerned for her mental state
Flaky, like a blow up car-yard inflatable soul mate
I’m not sure if she had really planned to leave me
Just straight out impulsive...
#LifeStruggles
#lover
195 reads
5 Comments
Jangly Bones
On the eve of her death lay a ballad composed
With her mouth wide open
and his eyes closed
From deep velvet mellowed out baritones
He conjured up a love-song
from
her jangly bones
Whittling away on splintered body parts
And the charred remains of her skeleton heart
He played her like wind-chimes made of pearl-string stones
In fresh river water
over her jangly bones
I witnessed him
Rip the bones from her flesh
Even before she’d been laid to rest
And then when she’d not long been buried
I saw...
With her mouth wide open
and his eyes closed
From deep velvet mellowed out baritones
He conjured up a love-song
from
her jangly bones
Whittling away on splintered body parts
And the charred remains of her skeleton heart
He played her like wind-chimes made of pearl-string stones
In fresh river water
over her jangly bones
I witnessed him
Rip the bones from her flesh
Even before she’d been laid to rest
And then when she’d not long been buried
I saw...
#love
#death
#music
249 reads
2 Comments
Love and Porcupines
#love
#animals
#PersonalGrowth
154 reads
1 Comment
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