Submissions by abraxas93
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I dig into the abyss and pull out what others have failed to do, hereby transforming it to 🜔🜍☿
SELF POEM
Published
31st Jul 2022 8:21am
31st Jul 2022 8:21am
Eternal Return
you who are adorned
why have you chosen me
so many years have passed
since I was set spinning in wild circles
dancing like a dervish on beaches
with beacon fires
I always dreamed that I would learn to fly
at that old mountain house set aloft
upon pine and spruce
but only now have I really seen the
vulture perched on rafters, holding the eel in its talon
do you see back into these tired eyes
with so much salt, tossed from
too many waves
beaten upon rocky shores
I have memorized the tired lines of your face
they...
why have you chosen me
so many years have passed
since I was set spinning in wild circles
dancing like a dervish on beaches
with beacon fires
I always dreamed that I would learn to fly
at that old mountain house set aloft
upon pine and spruce
but only now have I really seen the
vulture perched on rafters, holding the eel in its talon
do you see back into these tired eyes
with so much salt, tossed from
too many waves
beaten upon rocky shores
I have memorized the tired lines of your face
they...
#regret
#memories
#SelfReflection #suffering
#SelfReflection #suffering
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Jun 2022 7:21am
21st Jun 2022 7:21am
Those Songs That Pick You Apart
the frequencies crawl along the walls
jumping through the folds of those
monastic blue curtains
spread about like shrapnel
the melodies mix with the golden lines on the wall like arrows they tear through my stomach the droning bass cracks my bones and cooks up my marrow
every note clings to me digging into my skin
infecting my blood
the harmonies stick to my skull like glue
the vibrato air fills my lungs the asthmatic words sink into my areola as I gasp for breath
music will always consume me
jumping through the folds of those
monastic blue curtains
spread about like shrapnel
the melodies mix with the golden lines on the wall like arrows they tear through my stomach the droning bass cracks my bones and cooks up my marrow
every note clings to me digging into my skin
infecting my blood
the harmonies stick to my skull like glue
the vibrato air fills my lungs the asthmatic words sink into my areola as I gasp for breath
music will always consume me
#dark
#music
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Jun 2022 7:05am
21st Jun 2022 7:05am
Tenement Of My Psyche
chlorine smelling hallways
damp, cold, skin
water-logged head
claustrophobic carpet patterns
yellowing ceiling tiles
wallpaper peeling, revealing
the cracks behind
and the cobwebs
rotting roof wood
spitting and letting
the sunlight
slither back in
to the attic
damp, cold, skin
water-logged head
claustrophobic carpet patterns
yellowing ceiling tiles
wallpaper peeling, revealing
the cracks behind
and the cobwebs
rotting roof wood
spitting and letting
the sunlight
slither back in
to the attic
#identity
#insomnia
#MentalHealth
#emptiness
#minimalist
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Mar 2022 4:03am
30th Mar 2022 4:03am
The Land Wants Us Back Too
One day I'll sit by the water and let the moss grow on me
And let the earth critters creep and crawl all over me and
I will be home
And I will let the mushrooms spread and grow from within me
And I will watch the clouds and rain and water pass by
And I will finally sit and be still
I will be home
I will slowly sink back into the soil,
Healing all life around me
Returning to mother
I will be home
And flowers will grow from my eyes,
And people hiking past will look and smile and admire them
I will be the trees and the soil and the...
And let the earth critters creep and crawl all over me and
I will be home
And I will let the mushrooms spread and grow from within me
And I will watch the clouds and rain and water pass by
And I will finally sit and be still
I will be home
I will slowly sink back into the soil,
Healing all life around me
Returning to mother
I will be home
And flowers will grow from my eyes,
And people hiking past will look and smile and admire them
I will be the trees and the soil and the...
#death
#home
#nature #myself
#nature #myself
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Oct 2021 2:33am
5th Oct 2021 2:33am
I am
My movement loses all its fluency,
as soon as I watch my limbs waving.
I can't help stammering,
distracted by the sound of my voice.
Falling asleep is impossible,
particularly when I try to..
All musing is interrupted,
as I wonder where I was.
The notion that I am me,
feels like a pebble in my shoe.
as soon as I watch my limbs waving.
I can't help stammering,
distracted by the sound of my voice.
Falling asleep is impossible,
particularly when I try to..
All musing is interrupted,
as I wonder where I was.
The notion that I am me,
feels like a pebble in my shoe.
#identity
#MentalHealth
#myself
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Oct 2021 2:25am
5th Oct 2021 2:25am
Botany
Call me a plant.
Label my branches and leaves.
Name any part that you want.
Whatever you can perceive.
You have no control.
Your words can't convey
my spirit and soul,
to file away.
Try your best Latin.
Squeeze me in your brains,
You'll find it upsetting
when nothing remains.
Language aside,
what would there be?
Eyes open wide,
and you're aware of me.
Label my branches and leaves.
Name any part that you want.
Whatever you can perceive.
You have no control.
Your words can't convey
my spirit and soul,
to file away.
Try your best Latin.
Squeeze me in your brains,
You'll find it upsetting
when nothing remains.
Language aside,
what would there be?
Eyes open wide,
and you're aware of me.
#nature
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
4th Oct 2021 4:31pm
4th Oct 2021 4:31pm
Ode to Self-Doubt
To think that god looks at you with wondrous eyes,
You theological scholar.
A manuscript waits to be finished,
While your family waits for an apology.
Every piece,
Forged with your once ambitious signature,
Was your mom’s screaming not enough?
How pathetic.
How.
Fucking.
Pathetic.
You theological scholar.
A manuscript waits to be finished,
While your family waits for an apology.
Every piece,
Forged with your once ambitious signature,
Was your mom’s screaming not enough?
How pathetic.
How.
Fucking.
Pathetic.
#anxiety
#depression
#dark
#MentalHealth
#myself
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Oct 2021 4:16pm
4th Oct 2021 4:16pm
Perfectionism
I'm a perfectionist in every minor, useless, absurd detail. Especially in details, because perfection seems attainable there.
This morning I nearly achieved it. After twenty minutes of fumbling with tweezers, there it was: perfect symmetry. Still, it wasn't as satisfying as I'd hoped. Why? I gave this some thought and came to two conclusions:
1. Focusing on details interferes with the big picture.
2. It's hard to look serious without eyebrows.
This morning I nearly achieved it. After twenty minutes of fumbling with tweezers, there it was: perfect symmetry. Still, it wasn't as satisfying as I'd hoped. Why? I gave this some thought and came to two conclusions:
1. Focusing on details interferes with the big picture.
2. It's hard to look serious without eyebrows.
#funny
#OCD
#MentalHealth
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1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2021 7:07pm
3rd Oct 2021 7:07pm
I Sat With Serenity
I sat with Serenity,
as the cool breeze blew,
Her many arms swaying in time with the wind.
We looked at each other and I silently told her my story.
I told her of frenzied suppers,
of overwhelming ecstasy, of staggering pain.
As each thought flowed out from my mind,
she touched it with one of her many arms,
and it evanesced.
I sat with Serenity,
my back to hers,
and neither of us dared to break the
silence.
She wrapped me in her comfort,
and I lost time.
Even now I sit with Serenity,
watching...
as the cool breeze blew,
Her many arms swaying in time with the wind.
We looked at each other and I silently told her my story.
I told her of frenzied suppers,
of overwhelming ecstasy, of staggering pain.
As each thought flowed out from my mind,
she touched it with one of her many arms,
and it evanesced.
I sat with Serenity,
my back to hers,
and neither of us dared to break the
silence.
She wrapped me in her comfort,
and I lost time.
Even now I sit with Serenity,
watching...
#silence
#nature
#meditation #SelfDiscovery
#meditation #SelfDiscovery
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2021 6:13pm
3rd Oct 2021 6:13pm
walls
It’s too loud where I live,
Also too quiet.
It is so cluttered, and yet feels utterly
Empty.
I’ve been building walls,
to keep people out,
But little did I know,
That I’ve boarded myself in.
I keep running,
scratching at the walls
for an escape,
but I realized that,
There is no escape.
Unless,
I break down my defenses.
So I stop running.
Wielding an axe,
I turn to face the
destruction that I've built.
Also too quiet.
It is so cluttered, and yet feels utterly
Empty.
I’ve been building walls,
to keep people out,
But little did I know,
That I’ve boarded myself in.
I keep running,
scratching at the walls
for an escape,
but I realized that,
There is no escape.
Unless,
I break down my defenses.
So I stop running.
Wielding an axe,
I turn to face the
destruction that I've built.
#dark
#MentalHealth
#FeelingTrapped
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