Submissions by _feral
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
ancient from birth
Renegade
I woke up today
looking in the mirror
all my eye could see
was tired wreckage,
not so much in age
or any other small
inconveniences
people usually
experience
so I listened;
hearing that
renegade ask:
is it enough
to carry on?
looking in the mirror
all my eye could see
was tired wreckage,
not so much in age
or any other small
inconveniences
people usually
experience
so I listened;
hearing that
renegade ask:
is it enough
to carry on?
#conflict
#confessional
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It's March
I survived, rain celebrates.
#LGBT
#SixWordStory
#transgender #minimalist
#transgender #minimalist
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The exhaustion of an eye
You were given eyes to see
but they do not penetrate
this is why ignorance,
anger, hatred, violence
and aggression exist
in our lives today
these are conditions
of human suffering
and we are unable
to see these conditions
in ourselves and others,
as you open
your eyes you
will start to see
other souls
suffering all
around you
including
yourself.
but they do not penetrate
this is why ignorance,
anger, hatred, violence
and aggression exist
in our lives today
these are conditions
of human suffering
and we are unable
to see these conditions
in ourselves and others,
as you open
your eyes you
will start to see
other souls
suffering all
around you
including
yourself.
#humankind
#philosophical
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Some words
lessen as
we age.
we age.
#SixWordStory
#minimalist
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Sunspot
As I sit here enjoying the sun spot
feeling the warmth on my face
I consider the jaguar,
eight years spent quietly
growing and molting
in and out of this fur,
teeth smiling and snarling
as claws sharpen themselves
for another round of walls
containing everything
I am simply made of
and I laugh;
knowing I defeated
a system designed
to fail my purpose
so I will laugh
as I watch my siblings
come into their own
as they go hunting
believing their best ...
feeling the warmth on my face
I consider the jaguar,
eight years spent quietly
growing and molting
in and out of this fur,
teeth smiling and snarling
as claws sharpen themselves
for another round of walls
containing everything
I am simply made of
and I laugh;
knowing I defeated
a system designed
to fail my purpose
so I will laugh
as I watch my siblings
come into their own
as they go hunting
believing their best ...
#LGBT
#confessional
#LifeCycle #transgender
#LifeCycle #transgender
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The cog, the oil
You find
an old cog
in a machine
it looks ancient,
maintained in oil
a modest tool
turning in silence,
honouring the purpose
it's been made for
consider the
possibility that
people are born
this way too.
an old cog
in a machine
it looks ancient,
maintained in oil
a modest tool
turning in silence,
honouring the purpose
it's been made for
consider the
possibility that
people are born
this way too.
#confessional
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Girl X, Boy Y
They don't
wander with
dirt stained
hands
they spend
hours alone
inside dark
channels
as court
hearings
warp into
stages.
wander with
dirt stained
hands
they spend
hours alone
inside dark
channels
as court
hearings
warp into
stages.
#murder
#violence
#Britain #minimalist
#Britain #minimalist
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I closed my eyes tonight
To brush your hair
then carry you
up the stairs
echoing Poe
in your tiny
lobed ears
as eyes fall
down slow.
I lay you down
in a single box
bedded in snow
moulding into
all your form
brushing strands
away with my fingers;
kissing your forehead
in my quiet Aquarian way
knowing we met.
then carry you
up the stairs
echoing Poe
in your tiny
lobed ears
as eyes fall
down slow.
I lay you down
in a single box
bedded in snow
moulding into
all your form
brushing strands
away with my fingers;
kissing your forehead
in my quiet Aquarian way
knowing we met.
#LGBT
#confessional
#transgender
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A note for rainbow fins
She is more
heart over matter
reflecting rainbow
fins in lakes, rivers,
seafronts, carving
waves in her own
wilderness.
Sunshine pierces
through thick clouds
but she is already
awake; rising up
in her pisces sigh
spending all day
falling deep into
every lake, river
and seafront,
her beloved wild
singing stories
leaving marks
on her scales
as she dreams
in whirlpools.
heart over matter
reflecting rainbow
fins in lakes, rivers,
seafronts, carving
waves in her own
wilderness.
Sunshine pierces
through thick clouds
but she is already
awake; rising up
in her pisces sigh
spending all day
falling deep into
every lake, river
and seafront,
her beloved wild
singing stories
leaving marks
on her scales
as she dreams
in whirlpools.
#family
#friendship
#birthday
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Den
Even cthulu
lays their
tentacles
down.
lays their
tentacles
down.
#minimalist
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Prometheus
I understood
why I gather them;
tenderly planting
their stems into
damp ground
feeding them
fire from an iron
spoon in seasons
remaining cold,
sure the gods
will look down
disgusted by
my actions
looking on as
if they were born
only to shine in
the warmth
but I know
those gods
were born
in dullness,
clutching
at their
bronze
spoons.
why I gather them;
tenderly planting
their stems into
damp ground
feeding them
fire from an iron
spoon in seasons
remaining cold,
sure the gods
will look down
disgusted by
my actions
looking on as
if they were born
only to shine in
the warmth
but I know
those gods
were born
in dullness,
clutching
at their
bronze
spoons.
#confessional
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Into the Murk
You will have me
down as loathful
who's details are
still impending
but I wasn't
keen on arriving,
nor a loaded
shotgun sitting
idle, a ceiling
dripping in
star-clout
executed by
one shot done
in less than
a second,
I bury my spine
deep in my sofa
tutting through
vape smoke
thinking
no Franklin;
who sits there
idle, waiting
for splatter
captured in
a moment,
I am murk
inside a grey ...
down as loathful
who's details are
still impending
but I wasn't
keen on arriving,
nor a loaded
shotgun sitting
idle, a ceiling
dripping in
star-clout
executed by
one shot done
in less than
a second,
I bury my spine
deep in my sofa
tutting through
vape smoke
thinking
no Franklin;
who sits there
idle, waiting
for splatter
captured in
a moment,
I am murk
inside a grey ...
#river
#unicorns
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