Submissions by Trixareforkids
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
30th Aug 2017 5:07am
30th Aug 2017 5:07am
Leaning In
I thought I knew
how to breathe
you suck it in (up)
and blow it out (off)
easy
simple
mostly
automatic
until
it isn't
until
you can't
until
love
lust
beauty
anxiety
smash you up against the lockers
and there's a knot in your back
an elephant on your chest
and nothing
nothing
else matters
except what you now
simply cannot live without
and that
is when you lean in
gasping
how to breathe
you suck it in (up)
and blow it out (off)
easy
simple
mostly
automatic
until
it isn't
until
you can't
until
love
lust
beauty
anxiety
smash you up against the lockers
and there's a knot in your back
an elephant on your chest
and nothing
nothing
else matters
except what you now
simply cannot live without
and that
is when you lean in
gasping
#LifeChangingMoment
777 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Aug 2017 4:22am
28th Aug 2017 4:22am
Held Pieces
It pains me
a toothache
I can't help but tongue
I bite down
words claw the enamel
drill a hole
hiss through in
a kettle whistle
a train whistle
smoke and vapor
burn and caress
sealed lips
until my jaw unclenches
and I chew and swallow
the pulp
of my shitty first draft
a toothache
I can't help but tongue
I bite down
words claw the enamel
drill a hole
hiss through in
a kettle whistle
a train whistle
smoke and vapor
burn and caress
sealed lips
until my jaw unclenches
and I chew and swallow
the pulp
of my shitty first draft
#sadness
661 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Aug 2017 6:53am
18th Aug 2017 6:53am
... What It Seems
My sisters hated me
For 10 years I was the baby
who got away with everything
in my 11th year I got busted
for cutting school on a Friday
I didn't wanna do it
but when I tried to back out
my fat friend knocked me down
and sat on me 'till it was too late
Saturday afternoon Mom and Don hit a trifecta
and brought me home a shiny new BMX
my sisters went ape shit
Mom blew them off, told me to go ride it
I hated bikes after a mishap
left me bloody and scarred 3...
For 10 years I was the baby
who got away with everything
in my 11th year I got busted
for cutting school on a Friday
I didn't wanna do it
but when I tried to back out
my fat friend knocked me down
and sat on me 'till it was too late
Saturday afternoon Mom and Don hit a trifecta
and brought me home a shiny new BMX
my sisters went ape shit
Mom blew them off, told me to go ride it
I hated bikes after a mishap
left me bloody and scarred 3...
#PopCulture
643 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Aug 2017 8:28pm
12th Aug 2017 8:28pm
The Kitchen Sink
target, missed
opportunity, knocks
loud, mouth
open, season
salt, peter
picked, last
call, me
maybe, you
ought, six
pack, up
skirt, issues
bound, determined
guilt, trap
hounds, hell
fire, whole
damn, world
map, maker
mark, place
holder, down
steam, consciousness
lost, boy
howdy, partner
crime, riddles
answered, question
everything, except...
opportunity, knocks
loud, mouth
open, season
salt, peter
picked, last
call, me
maybe, you
ought, six
pack, up
skirt, issues
bound, determined
guilt, trap
hounds, hell
fire, whole
damn, world
map, maker
mark, place
holder, down
steam, consciousness
lost, boy
howdy, partner
crime, riddles
answered, question
everything, except...
#narrative
601 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2017 3:43am
22nd Jul 2017 3:43am
Drinking You In
Out of pain
strength
slowly emerges
scar tissue
glues
broken vessel
holds beautifully
your
eau de vie
strength
slowly emerges
scar tissue
glues
broken vessel
holds beautifully
your
eau de vie
722 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Jul 2017 4:10am
20th Jul 2017 4:10am
Say Love
You say love
as if
it should mean something
beyond and between
these hungry moments
we steal from Death's mouth
every last morsel
rolled 'round tongues
sucked
savored
consumed
piping hot
searing taste buds
leaving us numb
to everything but
the heat
which invariably
dissipates
as if
it should mean something
beyond and between
these hungry moments
we steal from Death's mouth
every last morsel
rolled 'round tongues
sucked
savored
consumed
piping hot
searing taste buds
leaving us numb
to everything but
the heat
which invariably
dissipates
721 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jun 2017 2:52am
29th Jun 2017 2:52am
Pink Pigtails
I noticed you were in a hurry
your bright hair bouncing
along side your down turned face
calling for the attention
you so obviously need
Thin frame shrouded
like mirrors at a funeral
covering the pain of seeing
the light from reflecting
off the scars of your
latest autopsy
I recognize you
little necromancer
defying death
crying for a semblance of life
before the rot spreads
and necessary pieces of you
fall away
I watch you approach
consider stopping you
or fighting my own...
your bright hair bouncing
along side your down turned face
calling for the attention
you so obviously need
Thin frame shrouded
like mirrors at a funeral
covering the pain of seeing
the light from reflecting
off the scars of your
latest autopsy
I recognize you
little necromancer
defying death
crying for a semblance of life
before the rot spreads
and necessary pieces of you
fall away
I watch you approach
consider stopping you
or fighting my own...
675 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Jun 2017 4:21pm
25th Jun 2017 4:21pm
Scarred Memories
I remember pain
but its echoes
have long since faded
into a flesh colored blur
a memory I can touch
and feel
but only
from the outside
but its echoes
have long since faded
into a flesh colored blur
a memory I can touch
and feel
but only
from the outside
756 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2017 11:39pm
23rd Jun 2017 11:39pm
Only, Human-ly
I'm only human, you say
and everyone takes that to mean
Pardon me for being flawed
for tarnishing the image
Except me
Accept me
as fully
un-apologetically
human
in all my glory
and
all my pain
Revel and revile with me
Dance and fight with me
Get over-
ly familiar with me
or kindly
fuck off
and everyone takes that to mean
Pardon me for being flawed
for tarnishing the image
Except me
Accept me
as fully
un-apologetically
human
in all my glory
and
all my pain
Revel and revile with me
Dance and fight with me
Get over-
ly familiar with me
or kindly
fuck off
693 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Jun 2017 3:40am
20th Jun 2017 3:40am
Vine Ripened
Indian summer first beheld your red-gold crown
'n tiny fists that grasped too soon
the lay of broken lands
you had no desire to rule
or choice but to traverse
In spite of your directional disfunctionality
you navigated the wastelands
came out the other side
unscathed to the naked eye
Falling all over yourself to fit in
you kept your head down
nose in books
ducked the troubles
that plagued kith and kin
found yourself
lost
in your own
Wintered a while
in discontent ...
'n tiny fists that grasped too soon
the lay of broken lands
you had no desire to rule
or choice but to traverse
In spite of your directional disfunctionality
you navigated the wastelands
came out the other side
unscathed to the naked eye
Falling all over yourself to fit in
you kept your head down
nose in books
ducked the troubles
that plagued kith and kin
found yourself
lost
in your own
Wintered a while
in discontent ...
989 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th May 2017 4:48am
12th May 2017 4:48am
Not Your Poetry
Dark liquid
indifferently sitting
in the well
the knife
that shaves
the quill
which scratches
tissue papered surface
I can't fit in
deep lines
forever
enjambed
stopping and
stuttering
then flowing
Off the page
indifferently sitting
in the well
the knife
that shaves
the quill
which scratches
tissue papered surface
I can't fit in
deep lines
forever
enjambed
stopping and
stuttering
then flowing
Off the page
933 reads
12 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th May 2017 4:37am
12th May 2017 4:37am
The Economics of Free Speech (prices may vary)
The value of free speech
is whatever the market is willing to bear
branding and packaging
can make or break a product
know your demographic
because if it doesn't sell
you will have to eat the cost
unless it's just a loss leader
to get suckers in the door
is whatever the market is willing to bear
branding and packaging
can make or break a product
know your demographic
because if it doesn't sell
you will have to eat the cost
unless it's just a loss leader
to get suckers in the door
849 reads
16 Comments
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