Submissions by brokentitanium (k.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm just a human living my life, and this is where I spill the stuff I can't say out loud. Sometimes the words arrange themselves nicely, and that's pretty cool.
SELF POEM
Published
Today 3:03am
Today 3:03am
Me, Part 3: Swim team and Mrs Lee
In those days,
really little kids were allowed to walk places
alone.
It must have taken at least a half-hour
to get to the pool.
Morning practice and lessons,
home for lunch,
then back all afternoon for free swim and another practice –
What a glorious life
for two months of the year!
The rest of the time
was more like jail or a morgue.
Mrs Lee kept the curtains closed tight
lest children get distracted
by signs of life.
Obviously not content with her existence,
she was determined to take us all down with...
really little kids were allowed to walk places
alone.
It must have taken at least a half-hour
to get to the pool.
Morning practice and lessons,
home for lunch,
then back all afternoon for free swim and another practice –
What a glorious life
for two months of the year!
The rest of the time
was more like jail or a morgue.
Mrs Lee kept the curtains closed tight
lest children get distracted
by signs of life.
Obviously not content with her existence,
she was determined to take us all down with...
#childhood
#memories
7 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
Yesterday 2:21am
Yesterday 2:21am
Let's Pretend
Let’s just pretend
that I took today off
intentionally.
That my goal was to spend it
on the couch
watching Netflix
instead of in the gym
or doing my taxes
or writing good poetry.
Let’s say that the morning headache
never went away
and I was truly
incapacitated
all day
or
that I was still
recovering from the weekend
and had a deliberate
Day of Sloth
to regroup
refocus
and come back better tomorrow.
Let’s just assume
that was my intent all along
and not...
that I took today off
intentionally.
That my goal was to spend it
on the couch
watching Netflix
instead of in the gym
or doing my taxes
or writing good poetry.
Let’s say that the morning headache
never went away
and I was truly
incapacitated
all day
or
that I was still
recovering from the weekend
and had a deliberate
Day of Sloth
to regroup
refocus
and come back better tomorrow.
Let’s just assume
that was my intent all along
and not...
#ADHD
#apathy
#escape #responsibility
#escape #responsibility
44 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Apr 2025 1:48am
7th Apr 2025 1:48am
Fragile
It seems so fragile,
this intangible thing we share.
Or maybe it’s just that I feel
brittle
each time I encounter it.
I’m compelled to turn away
put it on a high shelf
where my clumsy hands can’t reach
to observe fondly
remotely
on days when I feel strong.
But on the other days…
I want to caress all its surfaces
perceive its smooth comfort
despite the risk of breakage and sharp corners.
Such a delicate thing,
this ethereal connection –
a vulnerable sanctuary.
this intangible thing we share.
Or maybe it’s just that I feel
brittle
each time I encounter it.
I’m compelled to turn away
put it on a high shelf
where my clumsy hands can’t reach
to observe fondly
remotely
on days when I feel strong.
But on the other days…
I want to caress all its surfaces
perceive its smooth comfort
despite the risk of breakage and sharp corners.
Such a delicate thing,
this ethereal connection –
a vulnerable sanctuary.
#anxiety
#friendship
#LongDistanceRelationship #technology
#LongDistanceRelationship #technology
67 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Apr 2025 4:18pm
6th Apr 2025 4:18pm
Final minutes of gig day
This here is a makeshift poem –
I’ll grab me some words and I’ll throw ‘em
on a page just to say that I did it.
Before midnight I have to submit it.
I’m exhausted, this day was so busy;
spent hours of it in a tizzy
preparing my rock ‘n roll show
and getting myself in the flow.
What a joy! My kids came along,
and they danced to so many songs.
Now I feel that my life is complete:
I’m a mom AND a rock star – how sweet!
.
I’ll grab me some words and I’ll throw ‘em
on a page just to say that I did it.
Before midnight I have to submit it.
I’m exhausted, this day was so busy;
spent hours of it in a tizzy
preparing my rock ‘n roll show
and getting myself in the flow.
What a joy! My kids came along,
and they danced to so many songs.
Now I feel that my life is complete:
I’m a mom AND a rock star – how sweet!
.
#happiness
#music
#WritingPoetry
50 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Apr 2025 2:48am
5th Apr 2025 2:48am
Observing from the Treetops
She said I was “so quiet”.
I smiled and thought
that’s because I have little to say
about comings and goings I can’t track,
drama and gossip I never understand,
faceless names I’ll forget tomorrow.
Your words buzz around my head like gnats
and I am not a part of all that.
It’s not that I don’t try to speak.
My commentary is simply
the wrong shape
to penetrate their ear holes
Words tumble from tongue to floor
getting nothing but blank glances
as if I farted or confessed an unsavory sin
or made random...
I smiled and thought
that’s because I have little to say
about comings and goings I can’t track,
drama and gossip I never understand,
faceless names I’ll forget tomorrow.
Your words buzz around my head like gnats
and I am not a part of all that.
It’s not that I don’t try to speak.
My commentary is simply
the wrong shape
to penetrate their ear holes
Words tumble from tongue to floor
getting nothing but blank glances
as if I farted or confessed an unsavory sin
or made random...
#aliens
#confusion
#misunderstood
#trees
#women
75 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Apr 2025 00:53am
4th Apr 2025 00:53am
Me, Part Two: Melville Street
memories
pinned loosely to
a place
and therefore to
a time
nestled briefly between
first sentience and the meddling of adults
Random still frames:
feral preschoolers
grass stains, sidewalk scrapes
raw hotdog snack on the tire swing
wood bugs under rocks
the soft lap of Mrs. Cookie
Joey on his trike mostly naked
Best friend Rowan, my hero
wilder than her fiery hair
she spat at my mother!
She confided that she was a boy
and I nodded
yeah, of course
And that boy
with the...
pinned loosely to
a place
and therefore to
a time
nestled briefly between
first sentience and the meddling of adults
Random still frames:
feral preschoolers
grass stains, sidewalk scrapes
raw hotdog snack on the tire swing
wood bugs under rocks
the soft lap of Mrs. Cookie
Joey on his trike mostly naked
Best friend Rowan, my hero
wilder than her fiery hair
she spat at my mother!
She confided that she was a boy
and I nodded
yeah, of course
And that boy
with the...
#childhood
#friendship
#happiness
56 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2025 2:53am
3rd Apr 2025 2:53am
Me, Part One: Beginnings
I remember
exactly
nothing.
Which is to be expected, of course.
I have no recollection
of screaming my way into existence
on a snowy night.
All I know is that I arrived
just in time
for my dad to make it to hockey –
or, so legend has it.
But here are the few facts I have gleaned:
Three homes in about two years –
young family in transition.
A feisty older brother
And an even older sister
with a newly broken leg in a cast upon my arrival.
She says mom couldn’t/wouldn’t get out of bed...
exactly
nothing.
Which is to be expected, of course.
I have no recollection
of screaming my way into existence
on a snowy night.
All I know is that I arrived
just in time
for my dad to make it to hockey –
or, so legend has it.
But here are the few facts I have gleaned:
Three homes in about two years –
young family in transition.
A feisty older brother
And an even older sister
with a newly broken leg in a cast upon my arrival.
She says mom couldn’t/wouldn’t get out of bed...
#childhood
#family
#SelfReflection
65 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
1st Apr 2025 5:17pm
1st Apr 2025 5:17pm
Journey to the Stars
We’re launching a journey to the stars:
a flight of imagination,
a pilgrimage of poetic memoirs,
a hullabaloo of creation.
No jet fuel, ego, or money required
to conquer the world’s gravity;
only thoughtful hearts and minds inspired
will gain us escape velocity.
We don’t carry weapons or millionaires
on this rocket from Underground –
just stories and words, rhythms and prayers,
until each of us is crowned.
We’re led by a loving, Eerie spark
on a path that’s uniquely ours:
to become the lights drowning out...
a flight of imagination,
a pilgrimage of poetic memoirs,
a hullabaloo of creation.
No jet fuel, ego, or money required
to conquer the world’s gravity;
only thoughtful hearts and minds inspired
will gain us escape velocity.
We don’t carry weapons or millionaires
on this rocket from Underground –
just stories and words, rhythms and prayers,
until each of us is crowned.
We’re led by a loving, Eerie spark
on a path that’s uniquely ours:
to become the lights drowning out...
#love
#support
#WritingPoetry
63 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Mar 2025 6:23pm
28th Mar 2025 6:23pm
Weird Canadian Fridge Poetry
Love is a stampede
of beautiful geese
destroying my igloo
Chill, eh?
Hold my beer,
this lumberjack is fierce.
Sorry, cowboy.
.
of beautiful geese
destroying my igloo
Chill, eh?
Hold my beer,
this lumberjack is fierce.
Sorry, cowboy.
.
#dragons
#funny
#inspirational
#LifeGoals
#rebellion
102 reads
11 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Mar 2025 1:06pm
26th Mar 2025 1:06pm
Dumbstruck
darkness draws so close
I should have something to say
still, I remain mute
.
I should have something to say
still, I remain mute
.
#death
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#emptiness
#MovingOn
#senryu
91 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Mar 2025 12:58pm
26th Mar 2025 12:58pm
How Poetry ate my day
It started with just a few breadcrumbs
Tasty morsels that led me tentatively out the door
just a little farther….
looking back nervously at my Task List
Just one more taste
and then I’ll go back
He pulled up all smiles and sweetness
saying here’s a Special Something I just know you’ll like...
But – All the Things – what about the Things I’m supposed to do?
I’ll serve you just what you need to get started, he said
I’ll have you back in a jiffy, he said
and with a glance over my shoulder at Responsibility
I said Ok, just for a...
Tasty morsels that led me tentatively out the door
just a little farther….
looking back nervously at my Task List
Just one more taste
and then I’ll go back
He pulled up all smiles and sweetness
saying here’s a Special Something I just know you’ll like...
But – All the Things – what about the Things I’m supposed to do?
I’ll serve you just what you need to get started, he said
I’ll have you back in a jiffy, he said
and with a glance over my shoulder at Responsibility
I said Ok, just for a...
#ADHD
#escape
#LifeAsAWriter #reading
#LifeAsAWriter #reading
75 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2025 2:12am
3rd Mar 2025 2:12am
Winter Sun
#beauty
#hope
#music
#trees
#winter
130 reads
5 Comments
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