Submissions by Thetravelingfairy
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Come sail my ocean and we'll drown together
DARK POEM
Published
26th Sep 2020 8:13pm
26th Sep 2020 8:13pm
Forever Winter
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear” - C.S. Lewis
Let’s keep our rooms cold
Inside this house of old
I don’t want to clean up
Let the candles do the work
And my journal take the hurt instead
Let’s keep the front door locked
Nobody knock
There’s nothing left inside
But four walls of rotting wood
Unswept floors and tangled curtains
Dirty dishes
And a scent buried in perfume
Autumn foliage takes hold
Outside this house of mold
This skull of mine aching
From the stench that’s...
Let’s keep our rooms cold
Inside this house of old
I don’t want to clean up
Let the candles do the work
And my journal take the hurt instead
Let’s keep the front door locked
Nobody knock
There’s nothing left inside
But four walls of rotting wood
Unswept floors and tangled curtains
Dirty dishes
And a scent buried in perfume
Autumn foliage takes hold
Outside this house of mold
This skull of mine aching
From the stench that’s...
#depression
#grief
#dark
#death
#fear
80 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Sep 2020 8:29pm
12th Sep 2020 8:29pm
Clutter
I unpacked various belongings
Dusty packages and rotting cardboard
In the cobwebbed clutter of my mind
How it asks to be opened
How it begs to be discovered
With a rusted boxcutter
I sliced them apart, a bloody mess of my heart
Scattered on the ground
Untidy attic..
Traversing a journal jungle
Splattered ink and torn documents
Postcards and albums
Intrude my memory
I fucking hate unboxing..
“Rip us up!” They cry
“Might as well..” I sigh
These historic items of mine
Have become a junkyard...
Dusty packages and rotting cardboard
In the cobwebbed clutter of my mind
How it asks to be opened
How it begs to be discovered
With a rusted boxcutter
I sliced them apart, a bloody mess of my heart
Scattered on the ground
Untidy attic..
Traversing a journal jungle
Splattered ink and torn documents
Postcards and albums
Intrude my memory
I fucking hate unboxing..
“Rip us up!” They cry
“Might as well..” I sigh
These historic items of mine
Have become a junkyard...
#sadness
#depression
#memories
#MovingOn
#hurt
60 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Sep 2020 6:08pm
1st Sep 2020 6:08pm
Rotten Summer
Apple trees didn’t speak to me
Bitter tasting fruits to end the season
Colder weather breaks in, without knocking
Drenched my body in its misery
Every summer day spent cloud watching
From windows that don’t open
Granted, I was following orders
Honoring authority whilst summertime ignoring
It made the apples sour, I believe
Just as it was time for picking
Kicked aside for molding
Let me out! My orchard is crying
My god, it’s screaming
Neglect is ripening
October frost will kill them dead
Perhaps it’s time...
Bitter tasting fruits to end the season
Colder weather breaks in, without knocking
Drenched my body in its misery
Every summer day spent cloud watching
From windows that don’t open
Granted, I was following orders
Honoring authority whilst summertime ignoring
It made the apples sour, I believe
Just as it was time for picking
Kicked aside for molding
Let me out! My orchard is crying
My god, it’s screaming
Neglect is ripening
October frost will kill them dead
Perhaps it’s time...
#anger
#trees
#CallToAction
#rebellion
#pandemic
65 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Aug 2020 3:04am
25th Aug 2020 3:04am
Butterfly Spine
if her spine is the stem
her ribs are the leaves
where insects feed
on her hollow bones
devouring the green
now she is bare and fruitless
with no pollen to offer the bees
bruised and bloody
pale skin eroding
she cries, she tries, she fails
to turn weeds to roses
and grow back the places
where butterflies landed
her ribs are the leaves
where insects feed
on her hollow bones
devouring the green
now she is bare and fruitless
with no pollen to offer the bees
bruised and bloody
pale skin eroding
she cries, she tries, she fails
to turn weeds to roses
and grow back the places
where butterflies landed
#sadness
#depression
#dark
#butterfly
#myself
97 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Aug 2020 00:59am
21st Aug 2020 00:59am
Speak in Ink
I speak in ink, let the black and blue show
Sometimes the pages get covered in pen
With the flip of my paper, I start again
If I’m cheery, I write with a rainbow
Those colors go muddy if I’m less so
Say my words dare to tear, what happens then?
I count past entries: seven.. eight.. nine.. ten
Fold my heart in an airplane.. make a throw
I scream in ink and it hurts my notebook
They bleed until they crumble on my floor
Some of my scribbles don’t deserve a look
Others I bury inside of my drawer
To the ones who found my...
Sometimes the pages get covered in pen
With the flip of my paper, I start again
If I’m cheery, I write with a rainbow
Those colors go muddy if I’m less so
Say my words dare to tear, what happens then?
I count past entries: seven.. eight.. nine.. ten
Fold my heart in an airplane.. make a throw
I scream in ink and it hurts my notebook
They bleed until they crumble on my floor
Some of my scribbles don’t deserve a look
Others I bury inside of my drawer
To the ones who found my...
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#WritingPoetry #emotional
#WritingPoetry #emotional
84 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Aug 2020 6:24pm
14th Aug 2020 6:24pm
Chained Heart
a million shattered pieces of my heart
is a million broken shards to hold
for a million years i’ve cut myself
on a million chains of old
a million times at it i’ve cried
a million attempts at it i’ve tried
a million keys don’t make the fit
a million beats already died
a million days i wonder
a million thoughts i ponder
how many numbers will i count
until this chained heart ticks no longer?
is a million broken shards to hold
for a million years i’ve cut myself
on a million chains of old
a million times at it i’ve cried
a million attempts at it i’ve tried
a million keys don’t make the fit
a million beats already died
a million days i wonder
a million thoughts i ponder
how many numbers will i count
until this chained heart ticks no longer?
#sadness
#depression
#dark
#heartbroken
#suffering
90 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Aug 2020 5:42pm
11th Aug 2020 5:42pm
Wisdom from a Dandelion
grow strong as they step
show your color, when it’s time
if they uproot you too soon
know it wasn’t wishing season
as you age and lose your flower
thank the sun for its nurturing skies
and when you wilt into the earth
let the wind scatter those seeds
replant where it decides
show your color, when it’s time
if they uproot you too soon
know it wasn’t wishing season
as you age and lose your flower
thank the sun for its nurturing skies
and when you wilt into the earth
let the wind scatter those seeds
replant where it decides
#motivational
#inspirational
#flowers
#uplifting
#wisdom
83 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Aug 2020 7:03pm
8th Aug 2020 7:03pm
I am a Selfish Poet
I am a selfish poet
Yes, I covet the paper
And guard my pen
Even my torn up pages
Belong to me
It’s fragments of myself
Some I’ve disposed
Some I’ve buried
Won’t be discovered again
My treasures, nevertheless
I am a selfish poet
Not for my journal greed
But rather for the script inside the margins for whom the text addresses
Inspiration happens so suddenly
And it is my mind that transposes these
But I am a selfish poet
Because the depths of my emotions
Stained on paper
Are written for me...
Yes, I covet the paper
And guard my pen
Even my torn up pages
Belong to me
It’s fragments of myself
Some I’ve disposed
Some I’ve buried
Won’t be discovered again
My treasures, nevertheless
I am a selfish poet
Not for my journal greed
But rather for the script inside the margins for whom the text addresses
Inspiration happens so suddenly
And it is my mind that transposes these
But I am a selfish poet
Because the depths of my emotions
Stained on paper
Are written for me...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#uplifting
#myself
#WritingPoetry
90 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Aug 2020 10:04pm
6th Aug 2020 10:04pm
Gone Girl
Come home
Lost girl
She’s a
Gone girl
With dirt beneath her nails
And blood dampened blonde hair
Come back
Troubled child
Never thought
She’d wander so
And mess around
With shadows and evil souls
Come back
It’s warm inside
Before the bitter storm
Eats you alive
Skin and bone
She’s shrinking numb
Slowly turning
To ashy stone
Come home
Lost girl
She’s a
Gone girl
With dirt beneath her nails
And blood dampened blonde hair
Come back
Troubled child
Never thought
She’d wander so
And mess around
With shadows and evil souls
Come back
It’s warm inside
Before the bitter storm
Eats you alive
Skin and bone
She’s shrinking numb
Slowly turning
To ashy stone
Come home
#sadness
#depression
#homelessness #hurt
#homelessness #hurt
59 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Aug 2020 5:24pm
5th Aug 2020 5:24pm
Count my Thorns and Tattered Leaves
if you spot me in the field
where you once crushed me
count my thorns and tattered leaves
if you notice my spring vibrancy
and stop to smell my breath
don’t forget
count my thorns and tattered leaves
i didn’t always look this way
know that flowers don’t grow the same
take time now, to admire what you see
zoom in closely
count my thorns and tattered leaves
i wear these wounds proudly
it’s impossible to hide the pain I’m bearing
can’t stop the petals from tearing
or the stem from bending
so pause what...
where you once crushed me
count my thorns and tattered leaves
if you notice my spring vibrancy
and stop to smell my breath
don’t forget
count my thorns and tattered leaves
i didn’t always look this way
know that flowers don’t grow the same
take time now, to admire what you see
zoom in closely
count my thorns and tattered leaves
i wear these wounds proudly
it’s impossible to hide the pain I’m bearing
can’t stop the petals from tearing
or the stem from bending
so pause what...
#flowers
#myself
#healing
#hurt
#SelfWorth
76 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jul 2020 6:24pm
30th Jul 2020 6:24pm
Pastel Petal
she is
a pastel petal
or a watercolor painting
still damp with hues
that drip
florets so sweetly delicate
fragile as a monarch
with patchy scales
fluttering as she smiles
sensitive and secluded
her heart sheltered
under thorny guard
but oh, the aroma she bears
when one stops to water
her pastel petals
shaming every rose
that dare grow in her garden
a pastel petal
or a watercolor painting
still damp with hues
that drip
florets so sweetly delicate
fragile as a monarch
with patchy scales
fluttering as she smiles
sensitive and secluded
her heart sheltered
under thorny guard
but oh, the aroma she bears
when one stops to water
her pastel petals
shaming every rose
that dare grow in her garden
#strength
#friendship
#flowers
#MyInspiration
#support
94 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Jul 2020 9:05pm
20th Jul 2020 9:05pm
Ink Heartbeat
when the coffin carries me
in a floral shower
bathed in your tears
remove that hand from wood
place it in my journals
feel my words in every margin
there, you’ll find me
breathing with each splattered dot
and smiling as you read
if you find your fingertips
smearing the sides of poetry
know you carry my ink heartbeat
a stain for you to keep
on grieving skin
in a floral shower
bathed in your tears
remove that hand from wood
place it in my journals
feel my words in every margin
there, you’ll find me
breathing with each splattered dot
and smiling as you read
if you find your fingertips
smearing the sides of poetry
know you carry my ink heartbeat
a stain for you to keep
on grieving skin
#grief
#death
#memorial
#myself
#WritingPoetry
87 reads
1 Comment
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