Submissions by Tracey_Leigh
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am a raging sea trapped inside a raindrop~
ANGER POEM
Published
18th Oct 2017 2:48am
18th Oct 2017 2:48am
Another Dark Chapter~ Co write with John Patrick Robbins
Often as adults we question everything where children care blindly without remorse .
The jaded no longer control the meek and we all find our own way somewhere in between.
Nobody has the answers , just a few are far more gifted at selling lies as answers .
We are strangers locked within the same tomb.
Castaways from are truths so we covered ourselves from their lies .
Lost within and somehow standing beside others we have little hope for.
Do we settle for the comfort or embrace the truth to understand all with little to show . ...
The jaded no longer control the meek and we all find our own way somewhere in between.
Nobody has the answers , just a few are far more gifted at selling lies as answers .
We are strangers locked within the same tomb.
Castaways from are truths so we covered ourselves from their lies .
Lost within and somehow standing beside others we have little hope for.
Do we settle for the comfort or embrace the truth to understand all with little to show . ...
#hurt
512 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Aug 2017 1:09am
16th Aug 2017 1:09am
Digging in Deep~ Co-write with Steve247
Damn that man
for being buried
on the hottest day
of that putrid summer
Droplets of sweat
moved like honey
between my sweet
full breasts
While fanning myself
I see the Cemetery’s Sexton
on all fours...
searching for plot lines
His body was rock hard
every muscle so defined
that my thoughts wandered
over every inch
My inner thighs
began a mourning process
of their own
weeping while the desire
to feel his impale takes over me
Placing my...
for being buried
on the hottest day
of that putrid summer
Droplets of sweat
moved like honey
between my sweet
full breasts
While fanning myself
I see the Cemetery’s Sexton
on all fours...
searching for plot lines
His body was rock hard
every muscle so defined
that my thoughts wandered
over every inch
My inner thighs
began a mourning process
of their own
weeping while the desire
to feel his impale takes over me
Placing my...
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#temptation
#passion
907 reads
12 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
13th Aug 2017 3:47pm
13th Aug 2017 3:47pm
Anticipation~
My life has been on hold for years. After my divorce then falling in love with someone who claimed to be available and wasn't in so many ways I was actually in prison. Even after the divorce we lived together for 4 years while I attempted to save my family home. But the financial world doesn't like self employed people.
So my losses were stacking up. 30 years of marriage gone and a divorce thinking I was going to be with the love of my life...which was the biggest lie of my life. My family home sold to investors that will rent it out for profit. During all of this I lost my...
So my losses were stacking up. 30 years of marriage gone and a divorce thinking I was going to be with the love of my life...which was the biggest lie of my life. My family home sold to investors that will rent it out for profit. During all of this I lost my...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#MovingOn
665 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
5th Aug 2017 6:36am
5th Aug 2017 6:36am
Burnt orange shag~
Traveling through the mountains of Alaska and into the Yukon with nothing but time to think I felt connected yet disconnected. Time stops there and becomes surreal. Between the beauty that seems gentle and the reality of the harsh conditions. Pulling into Whitehorse, I got a room and was exhausted. Opening the door, I noticed burnt orange shag carpet, the old cotton quilts, and heard Patti Page singing on a radio that had been left on.
Extreme emotion, while stepping back in time and feeling my past rush through me. This had the old triggers of my Mother and her Mother. The sight...
Extreme emotion, while stepping back in time and feeling my past rush through me. This had the old triggers of my Mother and her Mother. The sight...
#nonfiction
562 reads
3 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
2nd Aug 2017 5:53am
2nd Aug 2017 5:53am
Cinnamon, Sugar and all those Things~
Over the past few years I've realized I spend a lot of time alone. It's not because I have two heads, three teeth and multiple nipples but more so due to the fact that in learning to be alone I am learning to love myself. All of those small intricate things that make myself unique (as we all are) or even quirky have re-entered my life and it's been fun.
Just getting back to the simple things. The moments. Not living in the past with hate, disappointment, anger, longing, sorrow or grief. Not living in the future with a racing heart and always running towards something that is...
Just getting back to the simple things. The moments. Not living in the past with hate, disappointment, anger, longing, sorrow or grief. Not living in the future with a racing heart and always running towards something that is...
#family
#memories
669 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th May 2017 3:58pm
24th May 2017 3:58pm
Internal~External Babble
There is a unique happening when you believe your in a fight for your life. It's a tug of war between what your soul purpose is for this life and whether or not you'll succeed.
So many voices in my head telling me what to do and how and faces of friends and family doing the same. I just want it all to shut the fuck up. Just let me be or let me die. I'm not sure of which makes much difference anymore.
When is the fighting done? Constantly moving over obstacles thinking there will be a huge
payoff and then damn...next challenge staring you in the face. Angels and...
So many voices in my head telling me what to do and how and faces of friends and family doing the same. I just want it all to shut the fuck up. Just let me be or let me die. I'm not sure of which makes much difference anymore.
When is the fighting done? Constantly moving over obstacles thinking there will be a huge
payoff and then damn...next challenge staring you in the face. Angels and...
862 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd May 2017 2:42am
22nd May 2017 2:42am
Rivers Edge~
All that could be heard was
the chewing of her bones in
life's mouth
Spit out into the water like
stones spilling into the sewage
bilge
The tear running down her
face wasn't for pity
it was from pain so deep inside
that there isn't a word that could
hold the power of the emotion
Losing everything but the beat
in her heart...has left a hollow
void inside the well of souls
How many times has this river
taken her tears on a journey
a million miles away?
They all think she's...
the chewing of her bones in
life's mouth
Spit out into the water like
stones spilling into the sewage
bilge
The tear running down her
face wasn't for pity
it was from pain so deep inside
that there isn't a word that could
hold the power of the emotion
Losing everything but the beat
in her heart...has left a hollow
void inside the well of souls
How many times has this river
taken her tears on a journey
a million miles away?
They all think she's...
689 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th May 2017 2:23pm
18th May 2017 2:23pm
Something Gained~
Time passed with moments stolen
by the demands of life
for the first time in a long time
joy flowed through my veins
with peace giving me that warm glaze
Unexpectedly finding love
when it was the last thing I wanted
to seek out
...it found me here by the redwoods
on a stone so far away from the beaten
path
By letting my guard down
it found me...; I fell in love
all over again
The shine of the heart
blinded me, the compassion
flowed like my favorite river
not a selfish space was found
...
by the demands of life
for the first time in a long time
joy flowed through my veins
with peace giving me that warm glaze
Unexpectedly finding love
when it was the last thing I wanted
to seek out
...it found me here by the redwoods
on a stone so far away from the beaten
path
By letting my guard down
it found me...; I fell in love
all over again
The shine of the heart
blinded me, the compassion
flowed like my favorite river
not a selfish space was found
...
488 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Apr 2017 4:24am
26th Apr 2017 4:24am
The Mastery of it All~
Water draws me in like an old lover. Whispering sweet everythings to me. Enticing me inside every drop, while gathering thoughts of yesterday and this moment. Dreamstate becomes a part of every breath. All my problems drift away in the current and there I am left for a bountiful renewal.
Baptism of sorts. Cleansing away the monkey brain and allowing me to just be. Why is that important? Because I'm tired of being a fool and being fooled. Of people hurting each other over and over for reasons that make no sense. I've lost so much that there are to many moments where I...
Baptism of sorts. Cleansing away the monkey brain and allowing me to just be. Why is that important? Because I'm tired of being a fool and being fooled. Of people hurting each other over and over for reasons that make no sense. I've lost so much that there are to many moments where I...
565 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Apr 2017 00:27am
13th Apr 2017 00:27am
The truth of you~
Blame got his hands dirty
...yet still clung to the flower
The single flower gave him hope and light
...she loved the smell of the earth
Forgetting all that transpired
...Blame crushed the flower in his hand
Blame was washed clean
...yet his hands are still imprinted with shadows of
The flower was crushed
...in decay she still loves him
He never once crushed her soul~
~It was your choice to leave...so why do you still follow me? To hurt me more?
...yet still clung to the flower
The single flower gave him hope and light
...she loved the smell of the earth
Forgetting all that transpired
...Blame crushed the flower in his hand
Blame was washed clean
...yet his hands are still imprinted with shadows of
The flower was crushed
...in decay she still loves him
He never once crushed her soul~
~It was your choice to leave...so why do you still follow me? To hurt me more?
568 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Apr 2017 4:19am
6th Apr 2017 4:19am
Delicates Dance~
Ego was stripped from skin
in layers until the trail of tears
was no longer visible to the blind
eye
Monks chant in the distance
as souls dance to the melancholy;
strength of the limb is tested
...wearing Sunday's best
Frayed rope is placed on ivory
rough against the delicate truth
only to be choked before it could be heard
Lover be damned; pained eyes meet
the noose being tightened by hands
that once cupped the breast of the Mother
...betrayal found in man's milk
Foundation is kicked away in...
in layers until the trail of tears
was no longer visible to the blind
eye
Monks chant in the distance
as souls dance to the melancholy;
strength of the limb is tested
...wearing Sunday's best
Frayed rope is placed on ivory
rough against the delicate truth
only to be choked before it could be heard
Lover be damned; pained eyes meet
the noose being tightened by hands
that once cupped the breast of the Mother
...betrayal found in man's milk
Foundation is kicked away in...
699 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2017 2:39pm
3rd Apr 2017 2:39pm
Reflection~
I'm not the same person I was yesterday let alone, a year ago. That seems to be a lifetime away considering all I've learned, all the lessons that have come my way.
This time has allowed me to go inward, to also be an observer of myself and others. Spiritual stealth mode. What I've come to know and realize within myself is that the judgement of others means nothing to me. I have been their lesson as much as they have been mine. We walk equal on this earth. My soul vibrates and transmits at its own frequency. I am not less than to anyone.
In my quiet time I have seen...
This time has allowed me to go inward, to also be an observer of myself and others. Spiritual stealth mode. What I've come to know and realize within myself is that the judgement of others means nothing to me. I have been their lesson as much as they have been mine. We walk equal on this earth. My soul vibrates and transmits at its own frequency. I am not less than to anyone.
In my quiet time I have seen...
677 reads
12 Comments
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