Submissions by WillowsWhimsies
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
At one time also known here as TimidlyTemped and FromtheAsh. All voices of the same soul. Only one voice needed now. Also recently one of the voices for the now defunct Confluence account.
clinging to whispers
gentle rolls the building tide
its nature's constant
the inevitable push & pull
unpredictable & ever unknown
tethered eternally to Moon's endless rhythms
yet ever adrift
as intoxication seeks satiation
suckling softly at passion's shore
eliciting gasps & tender sighs
pressure in the downward
dragging ever outward
only to eagerly surge back in
a relentless barrage
washing over & under
...overwhelming...
always hunting more
while delicate hunger tugs
pulsing 'neath panting...
its nature's constant
the inevitable push & pull
unpredictable & ever unknown
tethered eternally to Moon's endless rhythms
yet ever adrift
as intoxication seeks satiation
suckling softly at passion's shore
eliciting gasps & tender sighs
pressure in the downward
dragging ever outward
only to eagerly surge back in
a relentless barrage
washing over & under
...overwhelming...
always hunting more
while delicate hunger tugs
pulsing 'neath panting...
#erotic
#lover
#sensual
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cradling the aftermath
two came feverishly together
words of hope glistening on starving lips
tangled up in blinding passion
souls intertwined
bodies alive with fire
they fervently merged
into one
as it sometimes does
time cooled their frenzied bliss
and the one least invested became restless
slipping silently from their embrace
while she in trust slumbered on
still bewitched & oblivious
loneliness crept in
and took his vacant place
broken is the newborn
left wailing in its cradle
the rhythm of its lifeblood ...
words of hope glistening on starving lips
tangled up in blinding passion
souls intertwined
bodies alive with fire
they fervently merged
into one
as it sometimes does
time cooled their frenzied bliss
and the one least invested became restless
slipping silently from their embrace
while she in trust slumbered on
still bewitched & oblivious
loneliness crept in
and took his vacant place
broken is the newborn
left wailing in its cradle
the rhythm of its lifeblood ...
#sister
#heartbroken
#breakup
#TimeHeals
#UnrequitedLove
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force
push
this stone
won’t roll without me
crushingly heavy in its solidity
covered with time-thickened moss
bearding its craggy surface
far too long neglected
it’s time to let it go
move it along
and be
done
pull
struggling lungs
once clogged with stagnation
each breath drawn with less desperation
resting a beat for new strength to rise
shielding my light-sensitive eyes
climb from this self-dug grave
leave it now & walk away
……apathy ……
……must……
…now…
stop
...
this stone
won’t roll without me
crushingly heavy in its solidity
covered with time-thickened moss
bearding its craggy surface
far too long neglected
it’s time to let it go
move it along
and be
done
pull
struggling lungs
once clogged with stagnation
each breath drawn with less desperation
resting a beat for new strength to rise
shielding my light-sensitive eyes
climb from this self-dug grave
leave it now & walk away
……apathy ……
……must……
…now…
stop
...
#strength
#courage
#TimeHeals
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wrath of a lady
she woke me
with rage building in her throat
her deep seated rumble the first sign of trouble
shaking my bed with her anger
and I rose wiping sleep from my eyes
ready to hear her out
well accustomed to her moods
as she gathered momentum
I stood in awe at her fierce expression
but cautious
it is wise to be wary of her temperament
going from moaning
to weeping
to howling fury
stomping the ground with the weight of it
flashing skies of her eyes
lashing & dancing all around
threatening to drown
or burn...
with rage building in her throat
her deep seated rumble the first sign of trouble
shaking my bed with her anger
and I rose wiping sleep from my eyes
ready to hear her out
well accustomed to her moods
as she gathered momentum
I stood in awe at her fierce expression
but cautious
it is wise to be wary of her temperament
going from moaning
to weeping
to howling fury
stomping the ground with the weight of it
flashing skies of her eyes
lashing & dancing all around
threatening to drown
or burn...
#rain
#storm
#wind
#admiration
#respect
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skeleton keys to fused locks
it's a mad dash
silent as a sleeping dream
slinking through brambles
lurking in underbrush
just another shadow blending unseen
a mirage in darkened corners
thoughts whisper
timid as a shriek
banshee wind & viper sting
zombie cradling beloved corpse of memory
such bittersweet shambles
trailing bits & pieces
littering chaos in piles left behind
remnants of constructs once known to be solid
now fallen
howling
haunted
hungry
bereft
seeking the familiar
the easy mark...and yet...
where...
silent as a sleeping dream
slinking through brambles
lurking in underbrush
just another shadow blending unseen
a mirage in darkened corners
thoughts whisper
timid as a shriek
banshee wind & viper sting
zombie cradling beloved corpse of memory
such bittersweet shambles
trailing bits & pieces
littering chaos in piles left behind
remnants of constructs once known to be solid
now fallen
howling
haunted
hungry
bereft
seeking the familiar
the easy mark...and yet...
where...
#strength
#hope
#healing
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Hunter's Moon (Featuring Naajir)
it's the growl of a beast on the prowl
pulled from deep slumber
by desperate hunger
face lifted
eyes closed
easing leisurely from its hidden lair
drawn by instinct
scent of prey in the air
moving on silent feet
hunting the sensed
tracking the unseen
aggression leads
down a winding trail
through ethereal woodlands
as beads of sweat
flows in silent patterns
the animus is
ultra-felt as kindred
extraverted through thickened adrenaline
razor sharpening intuition
panting a nostalgic...
pulled from deep slumber
by desperate hunger
face lifted
eyes closed
easing leisurely from its hidden lair
drawn by instinct
scent of prey in the air
moving on silent feet
hunting the sensed
tracking the unseen
aggression leads
down a winding trail
through ethereal woodlands
as beads of sweat
flows in silent patterns
the animus is
ultra-felt as kindred
extraverted through thickened adrenaline
razor sharpening intuition
panting a nostalgic...
#forest
#moon
#night
#nature
#mythology
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need & want are not the same thing
draped in hollow darkness
bleeding hope into cold shadow
tired of the sound of my own voice
the constant taste of salt coating my cheeks
stiff where it dried untended
closer to over than I’d ever come
prepared to bid farewell
throw in my existence towel
afraid I was no longer strong enough
to keep holding on
feeling more defeated than ever before
exhausted at my deepest core
finally debating if it was really worth it
not at all sure
grip slowly slipping
a finger’s length from just letting go
how simple it would be...
bleeding hope into cold shadow
tired of the sound of my own voice
the constant taste of salt coating my cheeks
stiff where it dried untended
closer to over than I’d ever come
prepared to bid farewell
throw in my existence towel
afraid I was no longer strong enough
to keep holding on
feeling more defeated than ever before
exhausted at my deepest core
finally debating if it was really worth it
not at all sure
grip slowly slipping
a finger’s length from just letting go
how simple it would be...
#hope
#dark
#suicide #moon
#suicide #moon
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and he better not duck...
she only writes when emotions run high
deeply inspired
by moments of intensity
her release valve
when it all gets too much
greatly impacted
by upheavals, actions & thoughts
in a very real sense
it's never a good thing
when she remains silent
without passion, anger, pain or lust
her words all crumble into so much dust
I'm hit with both grief & delight
whenever she picks up the pen
and starts to write
seeing tears making tracks down her beautiful face
is almost more than I can take
and I encourage her...
deeply inspired
by moments of intensity
her release valve
when it all gets too much
greatly impacted
by upheavals, actions & thoughts
in a very real sense
it's never a good thing
when she remains silent
without passion, anger, pain or lust
her words all crumble into so much dust
I'm hit with both grief & delight
whenever she picks up the pen
and starts to write
seeing tears making tracks down her beautiful face
is almost more than I can take
and I encourage her...
#sadness
#sister
#breakup
#silence
#LifeAsAWriter
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vortex of perfection
cauldron stirred by unseen force
churning turbulence
shattering quivering surface
breath stalled on inhale
and pulse skips
missing a single beat
as reality slowly shifts
adding buoyancy to heavy thoughts
iridescent swirls rising from the bottom
bits of memory long haunting me
at long last settling
and I’m looking through the debris
mud & silt clouding visibility
trying futilely to find the beauty in pain
as I dry heave all the yesterdays my stomach couldn’t take
trying desperately to see
through vision that’s...
churning turbulence
shattering quivering surface
breath stalled on inhale
and pulse skips
missing a single beat
as reality slowly shifts
adding buoyancy to heavy thoughts
iridescent swirls rising from the bottom
bits of memory long haunting me
at long last settling
and I’m looking through the debris
mud & silt clouding visibility
trying futilely to find the beauty in pain
as I dry heave all the yesterdays my stomach couldn’t take
trying desperately to see
through vision that’s...
#love
#SelfReflection
#healing
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the final insult
I stood condemned for choosing sanity over family
nevertheless I stood my ground
doing what's best for me
but you...you threw poisoned darts
guilt-laden barbs
ever the daggers at tender back
feeling sorry for yourself
for taking my power back
I actually hate that expression
what power - as a child - could I really call mine
when you were supposed to protect me
instead you were grooming me for the monster who molested me
take it back indeed
I have a better idea
you take it back
take back the pain & the...
nevertheless I stood my ground
doing what's best for me
but you...you threw poisoned darts
guilt-laden barbs
ever the daggers at tender back
feeling sorry for yourself
for taking my power back
I actually hate that expression
what power - as a child - could I really call mine
when you were supposed to protect me
instead you were grooming me for the monster who molested me
take it back indeed
I have a better idea
you take it back
take back the pain & the...
#anger
#abuse
#LifeStruggles #responsibility
#LifeStruggles #responsibility
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weary bones & dragging feet
how heavy can it be
when it's hollow
but the pull does wear
flesh stretched
almost past bearing
lessons thus earned
come long in the learning
adhering to memory
for all eternity
nothing drags so hard
as feeling empty
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when it's hollow
but the pull does wear
flesh stretched
almost past bearing
lessons thus earned
come long in the learning
adhering to memory
for all eternity
nothing drags so hard
as feeling empty
Copyright @ Willow. All rights reserved
#sadness
#dark
#LifeStruggles #emptiness
#LifeStruggles #emptiness
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just for a while
there's a booth in the corner
(though the café is now gone
another casualty of the times)
I want be there
leaning on that table
legs tucked under my behind
relaxed
nursing a Long Beach Iced Tea
talking about nothing
no masks or make believe
conversation or quiet
laughing in awkward silence
no false smiles or bravado
nothing crazy...wait, what am I saying
fuck that
just being me
walking wounded resting for a spell
pay it no mind if my voice trembles
breaking unexpectedly
it does that sometimes now...
(though the café is now gone
another casualty of the times)
I want be there
leaning on that table
legs tucked under my behind
relaxed
nursing a Long Beach Iced Tea
talking about nothing
no masks or make believe
conversation or quiet
laughing in awkward silence
no false smiles or bravado
nothing crazy...wait, what am I saying
fuck that
just being me
walking wounded resting for a spell
pay it no mind if my voice trembles
breaking unexpectedly
it does that sometimes now...
#friendship
#escape
#nostalgia
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