Submissions by bpostiv
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
In Case
My flesh will someday pass/
But what I felt for you, never will/
Memories chasing forever still/
Your presence was a treasure sealed/
Buried deep, within the chapters of my story/
Only one I wanted four me/
No question if your blessing was real/
I could tell, from the days we spent together, apart/
States away/
Far/
Gazing at carpets of stars grazing my awe/
Heart sharp as a blade, flawed and brazed/
Hardly thawed, till you sparked it's flame/
Warm desert, lonely nights/
Eyes tracing open sky/
Mind...
But what I felt for you, never will/
Memories chasing forever still/
Your presence was a treasure sealed/
Buried deep, within the chapters of my story/
Only one I wanted four me/
No question if your blessing was real/
I could tell, from the days we spent together, apart/
States away/
Far/
Gazing at carpets of stars grazing my awe/
Heart sharp as a blade, flawed and brazed/
Hardly thawed, till you sparked it's flame/
Warm desert, lonely nights/
Eyes tracing open sky/
Mind...
#love
#grief
#fire
#WritingPoetry
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Zenith
Digging in the winze of my soul/
Searching zeniths for wisdom of gold/
Endless in retention for those who chose this rigorous road/
Studying written codes, chiseled in stone/
Translating the ancient language of progression on a vestige of hope/
No rest/
Forever woke to pain recessing our growth/
Broke and vain, scoping vessels of change/
Using the bulb of intuition, never dull to the intricate/
I was once told, living for riches is like fishing for bones/
I'd rather gift a loan/
Lift prone folks who've given up, from...
Searching zeniths for wisdom of gold/
Endless in retention for those who chose this rigorous road/
Studying written codes, chiseled in stone/
Translating the ancient language of progression on a vestige of hope/
No rest/
Forever woke to pain recessing our growth/
Broke and vain, scoping vessels of change/
Using the bulb of intuition, never dull to the intricate/
I was once told, living for riches is like fishing for bones/
I'd rather gift a loan/
Lift prone folks who've given up, from...
#identity
#spiritual
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfDiscovery
#healing
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Perennial
Been a long time coming/
Still got a long way to go, though/
Hold a pose, holding hope/
Take a photo for the road/
Maybe a whole roll/
Because who knows what tomorrow holds/
Hope every moment we've known develops in slow-mo/
Lone' sittin by the sea/
Open notes over my dome-piece/
Cold breeze steady spilling over my shoulder/
Penning for folks who never seemed to've found peace on one/
Gold sun seeping through trees/
Love's youth soothing my soul/
God's Spirit sittin close enough to spot what I've...
Still got a long way to go, though/
Hold a pose, holding hope/
Take a photo for the road/
Maybe a whole roll/
Because who knows what tomorrow holds/
Hope every moment we've known develops in slow-mo/
Lone' sittin by the sea/
Open notes over my dome-piece/
Cold breeze steady spilling over my shoulder/
Penning for folks who never seemed to've found peace on one/
Gold sun seeping through trees/
Love's youth soothing my soul/
God's Spirit sittin close enough to spot what I've...
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Golden Oasis
To The Creator be the glory/
All the things He's done for me/
Turned my floors into ceilings/
Please store me in yours, once my story's seize/
A brief moment received/
A memory in the breeze/
Blowing seeds sown to leave old grief deceased/
And let growth recede old me's/
Truth forged in our genome, my soul breeding hope through my whole being/
Reaching the code, deep in our bones/
To which, each is given/
But known not, by those who seek what the mind's eye can't find/
Blind to things, unseen with sight that...
All the things He's done for me/
Turned my floors into ceilings/
Please store me in yours, once my story's seize/
A brief moment received/
A memory in the breeze/
Blowing seeds sown to leave old grief deceased/
And let growth recede old me's/
Truth forged in our genome, my soul breeding hope through my whole being/
Reaching the code, deep in our bones/
To which, each is given/
But known not, by those who seek what the mind's eye can't find/
Blind to things, unseen with sight that...
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The Other Side
Playing chicken with the church/
Realized that he was hurtin'/
Burden of being perfect too far in width to curve/
Soul off the grid, earth had em' searching for it in it's midst/
Through the mist, dreams thinned in girth/
Thickened his purpose/
Swerving through his mind a blind observant/
Curtain of time, merging divine turf with thine/
Immersed in idle idles, perched on shrines, built of diamonds and dirt/
Opened his mind, blowing pine under pine birch/
Amid the cold confines of gravity/
Grass grabbing my feet/
Live and...
Realized that he was hurtin'/
Burden of being perfect too far in width to curve/
Soul off the grid, earth had em' searching for it in it's midst/
Through the mist, dreams thinned in girth/
Thickened his purpose/
Swerving through his mind a blind observant/
Curtain of time, merging divine turf with thine/
Immersed in idle idles, perched on shrines, built of diamonds and dirt/
Opened his mind, blowing pine under pine birch/
Amid the cold confines of gravity/
Grass grabbing my feet/
Live and...
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