Submissions by Umm
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction ..by no means a poet, but have always loved to read ♡ ..and occasionally (if I can't help it) do write something :p
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
26th Sep 2019 7:48pm
26th Sep 2019 7:48pm
Everything is dandy
but I could be lying next to him now.
instead, my cold nose is kilometers away
from his bed, where our sleep
laden limbs would entwine & we could burrow under a soft mountain of duvets
kept warm by our body heat
instead, my cold nose is kilometers away
from his bed, where our sleep
laden limbs would entwine & we could burrow under a soft mountain of duvets
kept warm by our body heat
#love
210 reads
14 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
8th Feb 2019 9:54pm
8th Feb 2019 9:54pm
2/08/2019
(you said i was a gift, the universe owed you one)
cover my eyes with daisies,
make me feel like i'm choking on daffodils
say "thank you; you may have her back now"
cover my eyes with daisies,
make me feel like i'm choking on daffodils
say "thank you; you may have her back now"
#love
740 reads
45 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
30th Jan 2019 6:31pm
30th Jan 2019 6:31pm
winter birds
One of the sparrow's tiny legs hung like a broken branch from halfway up its length, I found myself no longer comfortable taking pictures of the dear creature, albeit he seemed as undaunted..as single-mindedly focused on filling up his downy tummy as his comrades (if not more so)
#animals
#birds
485 reads
32 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
24th Nov 2018 10:04am
24th Nov 2018 10:04am
on becoming a monument
He said this place has grown old & I have grown old with it as we walked into the deep and shallow sea
...
life feels so full, yet there doesn't seem to be much to write about
...
life feels so full, yet there doesn't seem to be much to write about
#art
546 reads
33 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
25th Nov 2016 7:41am
25th Nov 2016 7:41am
..
Sometimes I feel like my heart's about to explode
and I might die in his presence
and how embarrassing would that be..
and I might die in his presence
and how embarrassing would that be..
1077 reads
46 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Aug 2016 7:42am
19th Aug 2016 7:42am
No..
If I was a sunflower
And you were the sun
I'd refuse to bloom
And you were the sun
I'd refuse to bloom
1129 reads
69 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
22nd Jan 2016 5:46pm
22nd Jan 2016 5:46pm
a prose poem
I will trade warmth for safety
this nothing for a better nothing
a less painful nothing
where forgiveness is no longer
an option and mistakes
aren't possible
(photo by me)
this nothing for a better nothing
a less painful nothing
where forgiveness is no longer
an option and mistakes
aren't possible
(photo by me)
1100 reads
35 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
2nd Jan 2016 9:02pm
2nd Jan 2016 9:02pm
laze
Warm Colorado evening.
Unseen mountains looming beyond cheap motel walls.
The dust, the clouds, the setting sun...drifting slowly in different directions.
The only skeleton i carry with me is my own.
Unseen mountains looming beyond cheap motel walls.
The dust, the clouds, the setting sun...drifting slowly in different directions.
The only skeleton i carry with me is my own.
946 reads
38 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
6th Dec 2015 11:29am
6th Dec 2015 11:29am
October
The water was whatever color the sky was, but greener, and the trees were black.
Memories, like the shadows of trees, wash over me as we walk. She tells me about her dog, boyfriend and the house they're building. I tell her about my rabbit, books and more books, the ones im reading and want to read, as if they matter. We're so different and the same, when she talks it reminds me of the way I talk, & I can hardly talk about anything important without the cold wind laying its icy hands on my throat.
She doesn't seem to mind the silences.
Memories, like the shadows of trees, wash over me as we walk. She tells me about her dog, boyfriend and the house they're building. I tell her about my rabbit, books and more books, the ones im reading and want to read, as if they matter. We're so different and the same, when she talks it reminds me of the way I talk, & I can hardly talk about anything important without the cold wind laying its icy hands on my throat.
She doesn't seem to mind the silences.
1123 reads
43 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
6th Dec 2015 5:39am
6th Dec 2015 5:39am
the woes of...
never mind
(sketch by me :) ..ref: The Horse Fair by Bonheur)
(sketch by me :) ..ref: The Horse Fair by Bonheur)
970 reads
28 Comments
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