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
plum
i chose plum for her, and not just because
it’s her favorite color
there’s a reserved kind of beauty she radiates
but chooses to hide under blankets all day
how sad that she dull her violet to gray
being around her is a whirlwind of emotions
thoughtful in every way, she chooses each word that passes her purplish lips
there’s a fragile strand of words that fall, as if they’re about to collapse, like she feels at times
and those memories ache within her.. wearing black and blue on her sleeve, rather than her heart.. so damaged, so broken ...
it’s her favorite color
there’s a reserved kind of beauty she radiates
but chooses to hide under blankets all day
how sad that she dull her violet to gray
being around her is a whirlwind of emotions
thoughtful in every way, she chooses each word that passes her purplish lips
there’s a fragile strand of words that fall, as if they’re about to collapse, like she feels at times
and those memories ache within her.. wearing black and blue on her sleeve, rather than her heart.. so damaged, so broken ...
#depression
#friendship
#PTSD
#support
#NaPoWriMo2022
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neurotic
skip songs
knock three
times precisely
pause microwave
at twenty
five seconds
hit shuffle
can’t listen
to this
song one
more time
again to
even it
out, quick!
turn the
alarm off
the phone
if you’re
too late
you’re dead
don’t lock
the door?
he will
be there
to haunt
with knives
why don’t
they understand?
these compulsions
control.. control..
controls me
i think
can’t get
a grip
a meteor ...
knock three
times precisely
pause microwave
at twenty
five seconds
hit shuffle
can’t listen
to this
song one
more time
again to
even it
out, quick!
turn the
alarm off
the phone
if you’re
too late
you’re dead
don’t lock
the door?
he will
be there
to haunt
with knives
why don’t
they understand?
these compulsions
control.. control..
controls me
i think
can’t get
a grip
a meteor ...
#OCD
#MentalHealth
#obsession #NaPoWriMo2022
#obsession #NaPoWriMo2022
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the cure
you wonder why i leave the house
convinced it’s a evening walk, perhaps?
as if you beckon deception!
i hide away in the hollows of my feelings
running with damage only nature can restore
i don’t care, i turn my back
slither away, under barbed wires
i smell wisteria, their lavender petals so therapeutic
listening as my eyes quench thirsty roots
even they hunger for something
healing in the pale moonlight
no other human in sight
proof that people are mirages
i can’t seem to catch them
the forest is all i need ...
convinced it’s a evening walk, perhaps?
as if you beckon deception!
i hide away in the hollows of my feelings
running with damage only nature can restore
i don’t care, i turn my back
slither away, under barbed wires
i smell wisteria, their lavender petals so therapeutic
listening as my eyes quench thirsty roots
even they hunger for something
healing in the pale moonlight
no other human in sight
proof that people are mirages
i can’t seem to catch them
the forest is all i need ...
#nature
#despair
#escape
#healing
#NaPoWriMo2022
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ocean blue
he said he was the hue of
ocean blue
turbulent tides, couldn’t sail them
i tried
eyes so wide, fatigued
an empty abyss of marine layer
something was missing there
maybe i was a lighthouse
steering you in the right direction
maybe i was a siren
i didn’t mean to drown you
it’s what i always do
yes, he was
pale blonde
sand and sea
an embrace that caught me
for a little while..
when i pushed him out of my mind
and left the house that condemned me
i knew i had dumped what ...
ocean blue
turbulent tides, couldn’t sail them
i tried
eyes so wide, fatigued
an empty abyss of marine layer
something was missing there
maybe i was a lighthouse
steering you in the right direction
maybe i was a siren
i didn’t mean to drown you
it’s what i always do
yes, he was
pale blonde
sand and sea
an embrace that caught me
for a little while..
when i pushed him out of my mind
and left the house that condemned me
i knew i had dumped what ...
#boyfriend
#breakup
#sea
#MovingOn
#NaPoWriMo2022
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coffee talk
i knew he was a jerk from the start
using women like dumpsters
no respect
trash talk
but i was done with his disgusting junk
snobby comments, and tailored drinks
made special by my barista hands
i always made his mocha perfect
half sweet, peanut butter, extra hot
and no whipped cream
turns out his drink wasn’t the only thing half sweet
so
i let it go, pulling shots
and allowing my thoughts to show
steaming milk hotter than my angered cheeks, bright pink
call it what you want
he said my...
using women like dumpsters
no respect
trash talk
but i was done with his disgusting junk
snobby comments, and tailored drinks
made special by my barista hands
i always made his mocha perfect
half sweet, peanut butter, extra hot
and no whipped cream
turns out his drink wasn’t the only thing half sweet
so
i let it go, pulling shots
and allowing my thoughts to show
steaming milk hotter than my angered cheeks, bright pink
call it what you want
he said my...
#anger
#conflict
#coffee
#job
#NaPoWriMo2022
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only butterflies
let her hair flow
like waterfalls, that crash over granite cliffs
stop to gaze into her emerald eyes
iris like poison ivy that grows wild
and she has a thorny edge
so hold her in the right places
let her skin unfold
a fog like presence, as she melds with clouds
an angel, who rests her halo
you might spot her in the flower fields, among poppies and daisies
can you keep up?
are you strong with nets?
though she be light and airy, only butterflies fall into your trap
and even if you capture her, she’s bound to...
like waterfalls, that crash over granite cliffs
stop to gaze into her emerald eyes
iris like poison ivy that grows wild
and she has a thorny edge
so hold her in the right places
let her skin unfold
a fog like presence, as she melds with clouds
an angel, who rests her halo
you might spot her in the flower fields, among poppies and daisies
can you keep up?
are you strong with nets?
though she be light and airy, only butterflies fall into your trap
and even if you capture her, she’s bound to...
#power
#inspirational
#butterfly
#SelfWorth
#NaPoWriMo2022
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carmine
i knew she was red from the start
for every soul owns a color
a vivid reflection of the heart
carmine is what i call her
a deeper shade, yet not entirely charred or shadowed
just bright enough to leave a mark
like lipstick lasts on skin
and she stained me
everybody
suddenly i feared, her red would somehow mix into my pastel violets and blues
so very delicate, they are
how could she?
i cannot erase those spots
the damage is done
a burden colored carmine
onto me
now i sit and pray.
for every soul owns a color
a vivid reflection of the heart
carmine is what i call her
a deeper shade, yet not entirely charred or shadowed
just bright enough to leave a mark
like lipstick lasts on skin
and she stained me
everybody
suddenly i feared, her red would somehow mix into my pastel violets and blues
so very delicate, they are
how could she?
i cannot erase those spots
the damage is done
a burden colored carmine
onto me
now i sit and pray.
#memories
#TimeHeals
#frustration
#responsibility
#fear
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poetic vices
in romeo’s bedroom, i sit
and breathe in slow motion
.. or maybe the world decided to spin faster
if i pull laced curtains back
too tall still, to peek out
cement that holds the winter chill
catches every act
for i can hear wind whispering now
bed, toilet, and sink
witnessing my poetic vices
yes.. i know now, the longer i wait
for this sentence to end
i am prolonging the suffering
i don’t want death to delay
now i know why he drank the poison…
though there’s no juliet for me
my journals...
and breathe in slow motion
.. or maybe the world decided to spin faster
if i pull laced curtains back
too tall still, to peek out
cement that holds the winter chill
catches every act
for i can hear wind whispering now
bed, toilet, and sink
witnessing my poetic vices
yes.. i know now, the longer i wait
for this sentence to end
i am prolonging the suffering
i don’t want death to delay
now i know why he drank the poison…
though there’s no juliet for me
my journals...
#dark
#suicide
#prison
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cerulean skies
rolling hills beneath cerulean skies
mimicking the ocean, forming clouds like foam caught in pacific tide
sail away in a hot air balloon, and forget the ground life, for a while
it’s easy to get lost in it all, but dust stings
a summer breeze will take control
let go.. you know it’s time
and they’ll see how beautifully your auburn hair glows, as it approaches the sun
you might ask yourself:
“how far?”
dangerously so, perhaps..
whoever told you surrender was easy, is a coward
but you are not
trust is a key...
mimicking the ocean, forming clouds like foam caught in pacific tide
sail away in a hot air balloon, and forget the ground life, for a while
it’s easy to get lost in it all, but dust stings
a summer breeze will take control
let go.. you know it’s time
and they’ll see how beautifully your auburn hair glows, as it approaches the sun
you might ask yourself:
“how far?”
dangerously so, perhaps..
whoever told you surrender was easy, is a coward
but you are not
trust is a key...
#courage
#motivational
#inspirational
#sky
#CallToAction
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crystal tears
She cried with crystal tears
And dried them with porcelain hands
Had she forgotten her value?
For with tears so pure as they flow
They leave a soft sparkling glow
Over ruby lips and petal cheeks
How important she know
Her inner beauty below
For her skin like snow has been beaten, bruised, misused
There’s a river of pain running deep
Like a thief in the night robbing sleep
Sometimes, she can’t even believe her reflection
But mirrors don’t reveal what’s underneath
For she is lovely, pure, and bright
Like a...
And dried them with porcelain hands
Had she forgotten her value?
For with tears so pure as they flow
They leave a soft sparkling glow
Over ruby lips and petal cheeks
How important she know
Her inner beauty below
For her skin like snow has been beaten, bruised, misused
There’s a river of pain running deep
Like a thief in the night robbing sleep
Sometimes, she can’t even believe her reflection
But mirrors don’t reveal what’s underneath
For she is lovely, pure, and bright
Like a...
#sadness
#friendship
#motivational
#TruthOfLife
#support
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forswear
i understand your focus has shifted
our names have erased themselves from notebook pages
much like a temporary tattoo abandons skin
a little too soon
i wasn’t owed permission
i just needed a warning
or
someone to teach me how to grieve
“i miss you”
“are you visiting?”
and you told me you’d
“be there soon!”
but it appears you forgot
three crucial words..
how could you forget?
every last
text
call
hug
“i love you”
then i suppose, it’s true
“i promise” ...
our names have erased themselves from notebook pages
much like a temporary tattoo abandons skin
a little too soon
i wasn’t owed permission
i just needed a warning
or
someone to teach me how to grieve
“i miss you”
“are you visiting?”
and you told me you’d
“be there soon!”
but it appears you forgot
three crucial words..
how could you forget?
every last
text
call
hug
“i love you”
then i suppose, it’s true
“i promise” ...
#love
#friendship
#betrayal
#MovingOn
#IMissYou
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reminisce
reminisce
as moments slip away
i begged them to stay
now square and blurry
polaroids on my wall
i count them all, each night
dreaming
of bike rides in the park
hopping fences through the dark
i even smell the clouds of smoke
feel my head against her chest
and hear the strum of ukuleles
a reality so perfect, so pure
once filled my heart so full
has turned into tears that burn
it hurts
for a piece i hold
..held
so preciously
has been ripped out of me
so i sit
and ...
as moments slip away
i begged them to stay
now square and blurry
polaroids on my wall
i count them all, each night
dreaming
of bike rides in the park
hopping fences through the dark
i even smell the clouds of smoke
feel my head against her chest
and hear the strum of ukuleles
a reality so perfect, so pure
once filled my heart so full
has turned into tears that burn
it hurts
for a piece i hold
..held
so preciously
has been ripped out of me
so i sit
and ...
#sadness
#loneliness
#memories
#MovingOn
#nostalgia
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