Submissions by _feral
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
ancient from birth
Eight years of language
I can only speak
naked in the shower
because this evening
I had to slowly pull off
surgical bandages
under hot water
found purple bruises,
yellow stains gifted to
me last Tuesday gone
it revealed how
pain didn't bring
me to this moment,
told me how my mind
had to spin like Mercury
for the past eight years
as my lips drip
karmic actions
from Mars,
ran my hands
through my hair
letting each tear
tumble down
cheekbones
...
naked in the shower
because this evening
I had to slowly pull off
surgical bandages
under hot water
found purple bruises,
yellow stains gifted to
me last Tuesday gone
it revealed how
pain didn't bring
me to this moment,
told me how my mind
had to spin like Mercury
for the past eight years
as my lips drip
karmic actions
from Mars,
ran my hands
through my hair
letting each tear
tumble down
cheekbones
...
#LGBT
#LifeCycle
#transgender
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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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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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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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3 Comments
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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Audacity of a seed
She said seedy
believing my sheets
belong behind closed
doors in hotel rooms
on half gnawed streets
marrying occupied beds
lights dimmed in red,
I sit back a moment
allowing white hot
rage to pass over
I think of seeds;
how each root
burrows further
underground
hoping to keep
plants anchored
in all of it's ways,
how every shoot
desires reaching
for a burning star
in broad daylight
regardless what...
believing my sheets
belong behind closed
doors in hotel rooms
on half gnawed streets
marrying occupied beds
lights dimmed in red,
I sit back a moment
allowing white hot
rage to pass over
I think of seeds;
how each root
burrows further
underground
hoping to keep
plants anchored
in all of it's ways,
how every shoot
desires reaching
for a burning star
in broad daylight
regardless what...
#LGBT
#confessional
#polyamory
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Rural
Here they are
positioned in huts,
their names, their roles
I have done my time
in neither; they gift me
estranged looks before
gathering together in
closed off villages.
I have found my lungs,
I fill them with trees, crows,
damp soil, rocks, rainfall,
I eat what mother has
to offer in abundance
I wash in water that
mother has left
to cry out.
I have found my heart,
carved in strange fonts
by those who dare to
walk a little closer
on the outskirts
of everything ...
positioned in huts,
their names, their roles
I have done my time
in neither; they gift me
estranged looks before
gathering together in
closed off villages.
I have found my lungs,
I fill them with trees, crows,
damp soil, rocks, rainfall,
I eat what mother has
to offer in abundance
I wash in water that
mother has left
to cry out.
I have found my heart,
carved in strange fonts
by those who dare to
walk a little closer
on the outskirts
of everything ...
#confessional
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twelve word story
mountains
do not turn
to the sea
demanding
stillness in
it's waves.
do not turn
to the sea
demanding
stillness in
it's waves.
#minimalist
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mother calling
i dreamt of you once
wandering through a forest
bird wings saluting you
while walking barefoot
wind carrying your body
in a silent evening song,
arriving to green open spaces
as trees huddled in closer to
see all that you would do
and there you lay immersing
in deep green emeralds
your fingers unravelling from
the chaotic crutches of life
as the universe delights you
in all of it's natural aphrodisiacs,
where she
becomes you
and you
become
her.
wandering through a forest
bird wings saluting you
while walking barefoot
wind carrying your body
in a silent evening song,
arriving to green open spaces
as trees huddled in closer to
see all that you would do
and there you lay immersing
in deep green emeralds
your fingers unravelling from
the chaotic crutches of life
as the universe delights you
in all of it's natural aphrodisiacs,
where she
becomes you
and you
become
her.
#technology
#nature
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for l: who couldn't stay anymore
i caught myself flipping
through your messages last night,
going back through
old conversations we were never afraid
to speak of
we always talked about everything,
how the day was passing
what the kids are doing,
how your new home
was treating you,
the struggle,
hows mum,
hell we even planned our
own funerals
over that little
green icon
once,
do you
remember?
i don't know what happened
to make your tones
curl up in silence,
to not exhale the pain
into the...
through your messages last night,
going back through
old conversations we were never afraid
to speak of
we always talked about everything,
how the day was passing
what the kids are doing,
how your new home
was treating you,
the struggle,
hows mum,
hell we even planned our
own funerals
over that little
green icon
once,
do you
remember?
i don't know what happened
to make your tones
curl up in silence,
to not exhale the pain
into the...
#love
#grief
#friendship #StreamOfConsciousness
#friendship #StreamOfConsciousness
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