Submissions by _Me_
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Careful spelling is intentional (Fingers like to do that for Me). Oh, and have you heard of meter?
DARK POEM
Published
31st Aug 2018 10:30pm
31st Aug 2018 10:30pm
"Muse"
Clock hand ticks
solar rays commit
the sheep sleep
eyes black open
the sky lies awake
stillness still invites
ill, no Shepards’ count
fucked up in shoes
glances, nothing to speak
don’t fret (not aloud)
emotions subdued from
under a burial shroud
behind the underground veil
gone without a sound.
solar rays commit
the sheep sleep
eyes black open
the sky lies awake
stillness still invites
ill, no Shepards’ count
fucked up in shoes
glances, nothing to speak
don’t fret (not aloud)
emotions subdued from
under a burial shroud
behind the underground veil
gone without a sound.
#anxiety
#insomnia
#frustration #WritingPoetry
#frustration #WritingPoetry
511 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Aug 2018 7:38am
28th Aug 2018 7:38am
“Asphyxiation”
I Wrote a piece and it was something that went like this:
Not to sound egotistical but Freudian circumstances alike
out of the either the fuck the either god damn it.
Phones ring with guitar rings from the dual pickups
And sounds of spittoons and cigarette butts.
With the others’ looks and ‘ship of win-winns;
Dreary sided eyed looks that are nothing of
The best intentions, and or the worst to come
Mind racing without the straight face of coherence
How do you describe knot no-ing what to do.
Two nails each for the pieces that deserved
...
Not to sound egotistical but Freudian circumstances alike
out of the either the fuck the either god damn it.
Phones ring with guitar rings from the dual pickups
And sounds of spittoons and cigarette butts.
With the others’ looks and ‘ship of win-winns;
Dreary sided eyed looks that are nothing of
The best intentions, and or the worst to come
Mind racing without the straight face of coherence
How do you describe knot no-ing what to do.
Two nails each for the pieces that deserved
...
#WritersBlock
471 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Jul 2018 1:45pm
9th Jul 2018 1:45pm
"Strong & Weak"
Like chemistry: Where nearly separated,
mental forces try to betray the strong.
As sigils of self attempt, for ideal identity:
Though Sulfuric symbols, overcome the weak.
The Sun ‘burns’ in nuclear fusion.
As the bonds of Sulfuric sigils portray,
between you and I; these melds, too late.
Forces that be, I asked for this.
Strong and Weak: Eternity, we are bound.
mental forces try to betray the strong.
As sigils of self attempt, for ideal identity:
Though Sulfuric symbols, overcome the weak.
The Sun ‘burns’ in nuclear fusion.
As the bonds of Sulfuric sigils portray,
between you and I; these melds, too late.
Forces that be, I asked for this.
Strong and Weak: Eternity, we are bound.
#love
#girlfriend
#relationships
#romantic
#confusion
653 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2018 10:48pm
3rd Jul 2018 10:48pm
"Well"
Dip into reasoning, not just to see;
Unexpected, yet some things expected.
Seek more to find, not quite rite;
rephrase, still not the one, right?
As things uncertain, the pail dips again;
well seems dry, with no water left to find.
Like dry bucket’s dismal presentation:
Heart’s disheartened, when no equivalent.
Now you want explanation.
Well, still you are in this conversation.
Unexpected, yet some things expected.
Seek more to find, not quite rite;
rephrase, still not the one, right?
As things uncertain, the pail dips again;
well seems dry, with no water left to find.
Like dry bucket’s dismal presentation:
Heart’s disheartened, when no equivalent.
Now you want explanation.
Well, still you are in this conversation.
#anxiety
#frustration
#confusion
#disappointment
#denial
568 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jun 2018 3:08pm
27th Jun 2018 3:08pm
"Just"
Let it go;
all of it, just:
Let it go.
Cats and Dogs;
can’t we just:
Let it go.
Color skin;
still not just.
Let it go.
Can’t do it;
nothing is just.
Let it go.
Can’t we though,
do unto:
Everyone?
All the same;
we are, not?
Just let be?
History
repeats:
We’ve become.
Hand in sky,
no better,
we’ve become.
Just some ‘ists,
to destroy;
latin: nihil.
Can we Not?
Is not just?
Can we just?
all of it, just:
Let it go.
Cats and Dogs;
can’t we just:
Let it go.
Color skin;
still not just.
Let it go.
Can’t do it;
nothing is just.
Let it go.
Can’t we though,
do unto:
Everyone?
All the same;
we are, not?
Just let be?
History
repeats:
We’ve become.
Hand in sky,
no better,
we’ve become.
Just some ‘ists,
to destroy;
latin: nihil.
Can we Not?
Is not just?
Can we just?
#peace
#CallToAction
#WritingPoetry
#HumanRights
#respect
557 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Jun 2018 1:39pm
27th Jun 2018 1:39pm
“Things to say: (Insert Parenthetical Inflection)”
Fear, comfort, anxiety, (and desire) are but things to be subdued.
Change in faces, change in people, change in numbers held, are nothing new;
many things that many have to say.
Deep looks, deep stares, deep connections; end the day:
Judgement, expectation; disappoint.
Nothing is none (or better)?
Everyone, not many (few-and-far between) have many things to say.
When done, completed, dead lined, things to say get thrown out, only to fray;
Parenthetical Inflections stray.
No matter, however, whomever portrays: ...
Change in faces, change in people, change in numbers held, are nothing new;
many things that many have to say.
Deep looks, deep stares, deep connections; end the day:
Judgement, expectation; disappoint.
Nothing is none (or better)?
Everyone, not many (few-and-far between) have many things to say.
When done, completed, dead lined, things to say get thrown out, only to fray;
Parenthetical Inflections stray.
No matter, however, whomever portrays: ...
#dark
#TruthOfLife
#misunderstood #WritingPoetry
#misunderstood #WritingPoetry
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Jun 2018 8:28pm
7th Jun 2018 8:28pm
“Hellagant: Sub-Text (I’m Sorry)”
Don’t get too close, poisonous lifestyle.
Arrogance: Well versed in pestilence;
Been given disclaimer; warning verse.
Helligance, seeped in eloquent words;
Arrogance inherent, not to boast:
Apologies sent to loves’ the most.
Sometimes like hemlock’s darkened essence:
Opposed to one’s truest intentions. (My)
Deadly; quite like white flower’s presence.
Look again; perhaps not what it seems:
Objective views may reveal somethings
Like one’s best, and well hidden feelings.
Arrogance: Well versed in pestilence;
Been given disclaimer; warning verse.
Helligance, seeped in eloquent words;
Arrogance inherent, not to boast:
Apologies sent to loves’ the most.
Sometimes like hemlock’s darkened essence:
Opposed to one’s truest intentions. (My)
Deadly; quite like white flower’s presence.
Look again; perhaps not what it seems:
Objective views may reveal somethings
Like one’s best, and well hidden feelings.
#dark
576 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th May 2018 9:56am
14th May 2018 9:56am
"Many Names"
Like the levy’s berm that holds:
A continual push with no rest.
As steady the surgeon’s hand;
unnerving the soldier’s scope.
The philosopher’s question;
thoughtful, though curious:
What is it to have strength?
A definition quite like Virtue.
The will to continue, while your
Kryptonite resides within a vile:
Mind runs with easy justification.
To do so; strength is not easy.
Maneuver the tempted mind,
adjust the words with kind.
Will and strength, are they just
ideas, so simple and...
A continual push with no rest.
As steady the surgeon’s hand;
unnerving the soldier’s scope.
The philosopher’s question;
thoughtful, though curious:
What is it to have strength?
A definition quite like Virtue.
The will to continue, while your
Kryptonite resides within a vile:
Mind runs with easy justification.
To do so; strength is not easy.
Maneuver the tempted mind,
adjust the words with kind.
Will and strength, are they just
ideas, so simple and...
#strength
662 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th May 2018 4:55am
14th May 2018 4:55am
"Not Perfect"
With nails so long:
prolong; avoiding
doing the need to.
Through this
abyss; move along.
Determined progression,
recession, still here;
fear the unknown.
Thrown in the mix,
less bliss to mention.
Will, to make due,
new obsessions;
lessons learned.
Earned respect,
not perfect, Me.
prolong; avoiding
doing the need to.
Through this
abyss; move along.
Determined progression,
recession, still here;
fear the unknown.
Thrown in the mix,
less bliss to mention.
Will, to make due,
new obsessions;
lessons learned.
Earned respect,
not perfect, Me.
#LifeStruggles
#myself
539 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th May 2018 1:34pm
10th May 2018 1:34pm
"Beyond"
Description left In disbelief
parables, not from scribes
Not from a multi-sided die
The two Obols will not warrant
Ferry across water
Charon will not become your guide
Obtuse look at the other side
May have left shivering
Continue, dumbfounded aside
An awkward view
Few that can
Will continue.
parables, not from scribes
Not from a multi-sided die
The two Obols will not warrant
Ferry across water
Charon will not become your guide
Obtuse look at the other side
May have left shivering
Continue, dumbfounded aside
An awkward view
Few that can
Will continue.
#universe
526 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd May 2018 2:57pm
3rd May 2018 2:57pm
"Not What You Think"
Perhaps I truly do not understand. I attempt to be but an observer, a fly on the wall if you prefer.
I really don’t like that reference though, I would rather be a rock in the garden, or a speck of dust floating by. I’m going to go with speck of dust floating.
So again, I attempt to be the floating speck of dust drifting about, and observe. Sometimes wearing a grin, others a look of wide eyed, ‘Oh damn I can’t believe you just did that.’
However, most of the time I gaze upon my eccentrically colored pale yellowish walls thinking to myself, why? Whys scattered about within...
I really don’t like that reference though, I would rather be a rock in the garden, or a speck of dust floating by. I’m going to go with speck of dust floating.
So again, I attempt to be the floating speck of dust drifting about, and observe. Sometimes wearing a grin, others a look of wide eyed, ‘Oh damn I can’t believe you just did that.’
However, most of the time I gaze upon my eccentrically colored pale yellowish walls thinking to myself, why? Whys scattered about within...
#FreeVerse
664 reads
6 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
3rd May 2018 8:56am
3rd May 2018 8:56am
"Weary Traveler"
A collaboration with AEMelia564 (Y)
Feel the woods and plant’s strain
Received from Mother’s magik
Some adept to the sounds made
Pitter patter, or a gusting whoosh
Twillight leaves forgotten scents
Fallen light hangs upon the arms of trees
The wounded healer speaks of flames
Primal wings open vocal cords
Attempt to heal the twisted mind
gnarled like the Bristlecone pine
Redundant winding, and turning
Part of the shamanic schooling
Obsolete universe...
Feel the woods and plant’s strain
Received from Mother’s magik
Some adept to the sounds made
Pitter patter, or a gusting whoosh
Twillight leaves forgotten scents
Fallen light hangs upon the arms of trees
The wounded healer speaks of flames
Primal wings open vocal cords
Attempt to heal the twisted mind
gnarled like the Bristlecone pine
Redundant winding, and turning
Part of the shamanic schooling
Obsolete universe...
#universe
#nature
#magic
#earth
#fire
605 reads
2 Comments
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