Submissions by Thetravelingfairy
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Come sail my ocean and we'll drown togetherA delicately dainty quill, doused in the darker depths of my heart
Take me to Your River
I lie amongst wet rocks
with sand between my toes
shells litter your waterbed
like an open conch
rounded edges, symmetrical curves
I get lost inside
I hear the crashing waves
tides are changing
your salty taste awakens me
go ahead and drown me
rip current swept me away
waves of delight crash over
and begin to engulf me
show me your buried treasure
send me to the depths
chase me from this sea
into shallow waters
where I can feel waterfalls
gently trickle over me
tangle me in rapids ...
with sand between my toes
shells litter your waterbed
like an open conch
rounded edges, symmetrical curves
I get lost inside
I hear the crashing waves
tides are changing
your salty taste awakens me
go ahead and drown me
rip current swept me away
waves of delight crash over
and begin to engulf me
show me your buried treasure
send me to the depths
chase me from this sea
into shallow waters
where I can feel waterfalls
gently trickle over me
tangle me in rapids ...
#sex
#erotic
#river
#nature
#lover
646 reads
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What I Could Do
I could cry you a river
and drown the words you say
tie them to stones
toss them away
I could carve at my skin
with a razor blade
write down my feelings
to make sure they stayed
I could run far away
leave your name in the dust
but I can’t forget you
you broke my trust
I could drive to the bridge
wave goodbye
leave this all behind
and finally fly
I could believe
you’d take it all back
but it’s easier to die
let it all fade to black
and drown the words you say
tie them to stones
toss them away
I could carve at my skin
with a razor blade
write down my feelings
to make sure they stayed
I could run far away
leave your name in the dust
but I can’t forget you
you broke my trust
I could drive to the bridge
wave goodbye
leave this all behind
and finally fly
I could believe
you’d take it all back
but it’s easier to die
let it all fade to black
#sadness
#SelfHarm
#despair
#hurt
#NaPoWriMo2019
602 reads
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Summer Moon
I remember you
and that lambent summer moon
illuminating your pickup truck
for the world to see
I heard the wind blustering
through the sage and oak trees
and your steady breath
was all I was feeling
as we held each other
interwoven, tangled
like my hair through dirty palms
you didn’t brush it
you left me wild
my effervescence showing
in the silence
those days are long gone
my memories eroding
now all i recollect
is that lambent summer moon
slowly ascending on the horizon
and that lambent summer moon
illuminating your pickup truck
for the world to see
I heard the wind blustering
through the sage and oak trees
and your steady breath
was all I was feeling
as we held each other
interwoven, tangled
like my hair through dirty palms
you didn’t brush it
you left me wild
my effervescence showing
in the silence
those days are long gone
my memories eroding
now all i recollect
is that lambent summer moon
slowly ascending on the horizon
#boyfriend
#relationships
#moon
#night
#NaPoWriMo2019
440 reads
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Stained
a stain
is what you left me
like a kiss to the cheek
haunting memories
only yielding misery
abrasive words
inflicting agony
can’t scrub a tortured heart
with a dirty rag
it only sets the pain
and makes it last
stains may fade
at best
only time will tell
if your words are capable
of withering
but retracing is hard
so your words remain
a stain
to me
is what you left me
like a kiss to the cheek
haunting memories
only yielding misery
abrasive words
inflicting agony
can’t scrub a tortured heart
with a dirty rag
it only sets the pain
and makes it last
stains may fade
at best
only time will tell
if your words are capable
of withering
but retracing is hard
so your words remain
a stain
to me
#hurt
#NaPoWriMo2019
357 reads
6 Comments
Swinging
the earth gazed upon her platinum strands
why is she swinging from the branches?
is she ever climbing down?
just a day ago she was leaping over little puddles
and jumping in the bigger ones
just a week ago she was with her friends
sending texts at midnight when she should’ve been dreaming
now she’s swinging back and forth
tangled in the leaves
her skin is turning blue
her lips are no longer pink
I wish she told us why she stopped her violin playing
why she tore up old letters
and burned her watercolor paintings ...
why is she swinging from the branches?
is she ever climbing down?
just a day ago she was leaping over little puddles
and jumping in the bigger ones
just a week ago she was with her friends
sending texts at midnight when she should’ve been dreaming
now she’s swinging back and forth
tangled in the leaves
her skin is turning blue
her lips are no longer pink
I wish she told us why she stopped her violin playing
why she tore up old letters
and burned her watercolor paintings ...
#depression
#dark
#death
#suicide
#NaPoWriMo2019
402 reads
1 Comment
Black Dress
there you stand
clothed in a black dress
tightened corset
and an ashy bow
your prized possession
you keep it neat
you stitch it’s holes
with sable thread
even with your unbrushed hair
even with that crooked grin
you’re not a mess
because you wear a black dress
I ask who made it
I wonder how you got it
it fits so well
it flatters you
you must’ve created it
you’re a talented seamstress
I try my best to look
as beautiful as you
but I don’t have a black dress
I...
clothed in a black dress
tightened corset
and an ashy bow
your prized possession
you keep it neat
you stitch it’s holes
with sable thread
even with your unbrushed hair
even with that crooked grin
you’re not a mess
because you wear a black dress
I ask who made it
I wonder how you got it
it fits so well
it flatters you
you must’ve created it
you’re a talented seamstress
I try my best to look
as beautiful as you
but I don’t have a black dress
I...
#identity
#NaPoWriMo2019
375 reads
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On Her Sleeve
there she goes again
scribbling little words
and jotting down her thoughts
engraved in red
under fabric
satin and lace masking
her emotional outpouring
only the finest of ink
can reflect such words
the deepest things
never can erase
she’ll try her best
to keep her novel safe
it hurts less to read it herself
yes, only she can see
until she writes again
and pulls up her bloody shirt sleeve
scribbling little words
and jotting down her thoughts
engraved in red
under fabric
satin and lace masking
her emotional outpouring
only the finest of ink
can reflect such words
the deepest things
never can erase
she’ll try her best
to keep her novel safe
it hurts less to read it herself
yes, only she can see
until she writes again
and pulls up her bloody shirt sleeve
#sadness
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfHarm
#NaPoWriMo2019
421 reads
2 Comments
Come Again
I hear your familiar voice
echo through the night
and when I close my tired eyes
I see that you’re alive
clinging onto you
like I hold old postcards
old letters
making sure you never leave
and making sure to read those letters
in case I lose them
in case I lose you
perpetual daydreams
lost in journals
can’t wake up
since that ceremony
were you here before?
will you come again?
do deaths rivers always flow
because of rain
or by their choice?
slipping back...
echo through the night
and when I close my tired eyes
I see that you’re alive
clinging onto you
like I hold old postcards
old letters
making sure you never leave
and making sure to read those letters
in case I lose them
in case I lose you
perpetual daydreams
lost in journals
can’t wake up
since that ceremony
were you here before?
will you come again?
do deaths rivers always flow
because of rain
or by their choice?
slipping back...
#sadness
#grief
#death
#IMissYou
#NaPoWriMo2019
424 reads
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In Time
in time I’ve learned
that being broken isn’t really broken
unless you were the one
who let yourself fall
and never bothered to thread a needle
and stitch your heart back
in time I’ve learned
that you have to let things grow
build a garden of your own
because the flowers that are given
by someone you love
you end up killing
in time I’ve learned
to build my own road
because following your trail
made me remember the pain of hiking
and made me forget
the flowers that painted the way ...
that being broken isn’t really broken
unless you were the one
who let yourself fall
and never bothered to thread a needle
and stitch your heart back
in time I’ve learned
that you have to let things grow
build a garden of your own
because the flowers that are given
by someone you love
you end up killing
in time I’ve learned
to build my own road
because following your trail
made me remember the pain of hiking
and made me forget
the flowers that painted the way ...
#nature
#learning
#MovingOn
#healing
#NaPoWriMo2019
545 reads
6 Comments
Beauty is a Rose
beauty is a rose
soft and pink
dwelling in a garden
and hidden by weeds
she clothes you in her scent
she bursts in the spring
and even when the seasons change
beauty is asleep
she endures relentless rain
she weathers monsoons
growing ever taller through these trials
beauty is alive and free
beauty is a rose
trampled by heavy feet
ignored by other flowers
their roots will never meet
they shun her
pluck her delicate petals
and cut her thorny stem
stick her in a little vase ...
soft and pink
dwelling in a garden
and hidden by weeds
she clothes you in her scent
she bursts in the spring
and even when the seasons change
beauty is asleep
she endures relentless rain
she weathers monsoons
growing ever taller through these trials
beauty is alive and free
beauty is a rose
trampled by heavy feet
ignored by other flowers
their roots will never meet
they shun her
pluck her delicate petals
and cut her thorny stem
stick her in a little vase ...
#beauty
#flowers
#rose #NaPoWriMo2019
#rose #NaPoWriMo2019
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Little Broken Thing
little broken things
scattered on the floor
shards of glass and porcelain
and a broken little door
the little broken things
are what make up little me
I wonder if I were whole
how normal would I be?
little broken wings
on a dainty butterfly
she tries to fly away
but never touches the sky
she’s tried to piece together
her little severed shards
but fitting them together
is like building a house of cards
a little broken razor
to a skinny little arm
breaking is a little easier
with a...
scattered on the floor
shards of glass and porcelain
and a broken little door
the little broken things
are what make up little me
I wonder if I were whole
how normal would I be?
little broken wings
on a dainty butterfly
she tries to fly away
but never touches the sky
she’s tried to piece together
her little severed shards
but fitting them together
is like building a house of cards
a little broken razor
to a skinny little arm
breaking is a little easier
with a...
#anxiety
#depression
#dark
#SelfHarm
#NaPoWriMo2019
472 reads
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Vanishing
not a sound to be heard through the trees
not even an owl, wolf, or coyote
yesterday we were swinging from the branches of pines
and jumping in the leaves
and that lake we used to swim in
is slowly disappearing
I can’t help but remember my glory days
when all we did was fly kites, play hopscotch, and crochet
now I’m standing on cold sand
wishing I could wash away my chalk stained hands
with water that once engulfed me
the lake held my best and worst memories
like a mother nurtures a child
the water...
not even an owl, wolf, or coyote
yesterday we were swinging from the branches of pines
and jumping in the leaves
and that lake we used to swim in
is slowly disappearing
I can’t help but remember my glory days
when all we did was fly kites, play hopscotch, and crochet
now I’m standing on cold sand
wishing I could wash away my chalk stained hands
with water that once engulfed me
the lake held my best and worst memories
like a mother nurtures a child
the water...
#sadness
#forest
#trees #nature
#trees #nature
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