Submissions by anvinvil (Anvillan)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Observer of life, the mind and dreams... what’s real?
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Aug 2020 6:56am
29th Aug 2020 6:56am
Trauma...
In the darkness
and in the light
trauma is my
constant companion.
The cause varies,
wars, accidents, fires, etc.
All have a common result,
I stick to it
like a fly on fly paper.
I can see reality
and fight to return
but trauma holds me,
always apart, teased
with the vision of normalcy.
The greatest pain
is seeing real life so close
you can reach out and touch
it but trauma keeps
you isolated, in a separate world,
an alternate reality,
destined to relive your horrors
over and...
and in the light
trauma is my
constant companion.
The cause varies,
wars, accidents, fires, etc.
All have a common result,
I stick to it
like a fly on fly paper.
I can see reality
and fight to return
but trauma holds me,
always apart, teased
with the vision of normalcy.
The greatest pain
is seeing real life so close
you can reach out and touch
it but trauma keeps
you isolated, in a separate world,
an alternate reality,
destined to relive your horrors
over and...
#sadness
#LifeStruggles
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Aug 2020 4:53am
27th Aug 2020 4:53am
Cosmic Death...
Is death considered a cosmic event?
Is death caused by some extra
terrestrial force focused on the
destruction of the earth?
We seek bizarre explanations for
that which we can’t comprehend.
Death should be easily explained,
after all, people have been doing it
for years.
The basic problem is our inability
to grasp the finite. We have invented
time in an attempt to explain the finite.
But that’s a two edged sword.
Time supposes a beginning and an end
which is the very definition of finite. ...
Is death caused by some extra
terrestrial force focused on the
destruction of the earth?
We seek bizarre explanations for
that which we can’t comprehend.
Death should be easily explained,
after all, people have been doing it
for years.
The basic problem is our inability
to grasp the finite. We have invented
time in an attempt to explain the finite.
But that’s a two edged sword.
Time supposes a beginning and an end
which is the very definition of finite. ...
#death
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Aug 2020 12:32pm
26th Aug 2020 12:32pm
Chess, a Game or Quest...
I look at the squares and stare at the pieces,
awaiting the hand from the unknown
that guides us all through life like
the pieces on the chess board.
I dream of a game where I, alone, control
all the pieces and the eventual outcomes..
I dream at controlling my own life but also
those that impact me..
Kings, Queens, Knights, Rooks all movement’s
controlled by me. I, alone, control life and death.
I steal control from the unknown and move
all pieces as I see fit, even to termination
The purpose of the game is not...
awaiting the hand from the unknown
that guides us all through life like
the pieces on the chess board.
I dream of a game where I, alone, control
all the pieces and the eventual outcomes..
I dream at controlling my own life but also
those that impact me..
Kings, Queens, Knights, Rooks all movement’s
controlled by me. I, alone, control life and death.
I steal control from the unknown and move
all pieces as I see fit, even to termination
The purpose of the game is not...
#LifeStruggles
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Aug 2020 1:25pm
24th Aug 2020 1:25pm
Belonging.?
Acceptance, a hollow
term of the crowd.
Belonging, a enduring
ache of the soul.
Confusing the two means a
lifelong angst of the heart.
Acceptance by the crowd
is a human emotion.
Belonging is a spiritual need
of the very fact of life.
Acceptance is a wandering, place to
place, looking for attention.
Belonging is a need that reaches
out, begging for a response.
Lack of belonging is a life adrift in
a sea of longing, devoid of love.
term of the crowd.
Belonging, a enduring
ache of the soul.
Confusing the two means a
lifelong angst of the heart.
Acceptance by the crowd
is a human emotion.
Belonging is a spiritual need
of the very fact of life.
Acceptance is a wandering, place to
place, looking for attention.
Belonging is a need that reaches
out, begging for a response.
Lack of belonging is a life adrift in
a sea of longing, devoid of love.
#LifeStruggles
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2020 2:09pm
22nd Aug 2020 2:09pm
Gaining Acceptance...
The sun blisters my soul while the wild
things tear at my flesh.
On what planet may I find peace and
by what star may I have light?
I search the oceans depths and the
mountaintops for a place of serenity.
Then I join the throngs and crowds in a
desperate search for acceptance.
On their midst I am finally alone, but
I’m not me I just a clone of what I was.
So I’m not alone, yet I am alone, like a
puppet whose strings have been cut.
I’m me but detached from all that I know
and all that had...
things tear at my flesh.
On what planet may I find peace and
by what star may I have light?
I search the oceans depths and the
mountaintops for a place of serenity.
Then I join the throngs and crowds in a
desperate search for acceptance.
On their midst I am finally alone, but
I’m not me I just a clone of what I was.
So I’m not alone, yet I am alone, like a
puppet whose strings have been cut.
I’m me but detached from all that I know
and all that had...
#LifeStruggles
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Aug 2020 10:45am
20th Aug 2020 10:45am
Old and Wise...
To be old and wise is the goal of us all.
The experience of a lifetime is priceless
That experience carries a curse of not
being able to change the wrongs we saw.
Young adults are preoccupied with work,
raising a family and perhaps civic obligations.
With those obligations behind us, we tend to
think back to what we could have done differently.
Concerns of the cost of retirement and
necessary insurances dominate the
conversation. Do we downsize, sell
the homestead. What about the possessions?
Then there’s health....
The experience of a lifetime is priceless
That experience carries a curse of not
being able to change the wrongs we saw.
Young adults are preoccupied with work,
raising a family and perhaps civic obligations.
With those obligations behind us, we tend to
think back to what we could have done differently.
Concerns of the cost of retirement and
necessary insurances dominate the
conversation. Do we downsize, sell
the homestead. What about the possessions?
Then there’s health....
#LifeCycle
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Aug 2020 3:37am
20th Aug 2020 3:37am
Young and Foolish...
To be young and foolish is to lack the
experience that only comes with age.
Give me the wisdom of the ages and
I will change the world.
As a child my view is small, somewhat
bigger as an adolescent, broad as a teen
and a true world view as an adult. As an
adolescent and teen my interests lie elsewhere.
I have school, an obligation, sports for
notoriety and women for love, love being
just another name for desire. This is how
the bulk of my time is spent.
Then there’s alcohol. Beer under the
bleachers after...
experience that only comes with age.
Give me the wisdom of the ages and
I will change the world.
As a child my view is small, somewhat
bigger as an adolescent, broad as a teen
and a true world view as an adult. As an
adolescent and teen my interests lie elsewhere.
I have school, an obligation, sports for
notoriety and women for love, love being
just another name for desire. This is how
the bulk of my time is spent.
Then there’s alcohol. Beer under the
bleachers after...
#LifeCycle
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Aug 2020 1:46am
20th Aug 2020 1:46am
Child of the Dark..
Darkness comes to all.
Some sleep, party and play games.
I revel in the darkness,
I am a “child of the dark”.
I am at home in the solitary blackness.
I am externally blind but internally lit.
Drawn inextricably to the unknown
and bizarre to the surreal and the unreal.
I embrace the surreal and unreal.
The specter of a spirit then the spirit
of a specter. They surround me as I’m
a stranger in their corner of infinity.
They show me the unseeable, they
tell me the unhearable, they fill my mind
with the...
Some sleep, party and play games.
I revel in the darkness,
I am a “child of the dark”.
I am at home in the solitary blackness.
I am externally blind but internally lit.
Drawn inextricably to the unknown
and bizarre to the surreal and the unreal.
I embrace the surreal and unreal.
The specter of a spirit then the spirit
of a specter. They surround me as I’m
a stranger in their corner of infinity.
They show me the unseeable, they
tell me the unhearable, they fill my mind
with the...
#LifeStruggles
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Aug 2020 2:15am
19th Aug 2020 2:15am
Those Words...
In life there are no fewer
scary words than,
“You can’t be cured”.
Sitting across from an
expert who says those
words freezes you.
Your mind abandons
reality and tries to
deal with the uncertainties
of the future.
Whether the illness is
chronic or terminal.,,
the immediate effect is the same.
“ I’m not going to get better.”
The thought of dealing
with an affliction that impacts
all things creates a new normal
not just for you, but for every one
around you. Questions rage,
Can I travel,...
scary words than,
“You can’t be cured”.
Sitting across from an
expert who says those
words freezes you.
Your mind abandons
reality and tries to
deal with the uncertainties
of the future.
Whether the illness is
chronic or terminal.,,
the immediate effect is the same.
“ I’m not going to get better.”
The thought of dealing
with an affliction that impacts
all things creates a new normal
not just for you, but for every one
around you. Questions rage,
Can I travel,...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Aug 2020 2:15am
18th Aug 2020 2:15am
Suicide...
Underwhelmed over thought,
the ice is thin, I walk anyway.
My mind is cold, the water
may be colder but the ice
around my brain is thicker
and won’t melt.
How does the warmth of love
end up encased in ice.
Can’t I accept the loss and move on?
Why do I tread this path of uncertainty?
Do I want to feel the chill of death?
Do I want to feel life give way
under my feet and sink into eternal cold?
Is the pain so bad that it’ll be cured by
the cold of a watery grave?
And, what of life? The warmth of family, ...
the ice is thin, I walk anyway.
My mind is cold, the water
may be colder but the ice
around my brain is thicker
and won’t melt.
How does the warmth of love
end up encased in ice.
Can’t I accept the loss and move on?
Why do I tread this path of uncertainty?
Do I want to feel the chill of death?
Do I want to feel life give way
under my feet and sink into eternal cold?
Is the pain so bad that it’ll be cured by
the cold of a watery grave?
And, what of life? The warmth of family, ...
#suicide
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DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Aug 2020 1:25am
17th Aug 2020 1:25am
Imploded....
I stand on the sidewalk, a deafening blast
and a building I visited and worked in
just imploded . Destruction of a landmark
always there, diminishes us all. Now just
a pile of rubble, to be recycled or worse.
Ray and I grew up together. school,, sports,
dances, dates and the introduction to alcohol.
We thought it cool to by beer and drink our
way to unconsciousness. The difference was
that I grew up, Ray didn’t.
Ray got into sales, parties, after hours drinks,
transitioned from beer to hard liquor. He started
drinking...
and a building I visited and worked in
just imploded . Destruction of a landmark
always there, diminishes us all. Now just
a pile of rubble, to be recycled or worse.
Ray and I grew up together. school,, sports,
dances, dates and the introduction to alcohol.
We thought it cool to by beer and drink our
way to unconsciousness. The difference was
that I grew up, Ray didn’t.
Ray got into sales, parties, after hours drinks,
transitioned from beer to hard liquor. He started
drinking...
#addiction
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Aug 2020 7:30pm
16th Aug 2020 7:30pm
Lonely River...
The flow of life is like a river, fast currents,
slow currents, shallow water, deep pools
rocks, logs and other impediments that
require changes in course. How do we
handle the flow?
When life moves fast we grab what we
can before it passes us by. Things are
not always what they seem with just a
quick look and get discarded. Things
discarded are collected down stream in a
vessel called Abandoned Dreams. This
vessel once full is dumped in the bin of
Expired Possibilities.
The life we live and the life we want...
slow currents, shallow water, deep pools
rocks, logs and other impediments that
require changes in course. How do we
handle the flow?
When life moves fast we grab what we
can before it passes us by. Things are
not always what they seem with just a
quick look and get discarded. Things
discarded are collected down stream in a
vessel called Abandoned Dreams. This
vessel once full is dumped in the bin of
Expired Possibilities.
The life we live and the life we want...
#LifeStruggles
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