Submissions by brokentitanium (k.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction "Poet"? I dunno.... I'm just a human spilling the stuff I can't say out loud. Sometimes the words arrange themselves nicely, and that's pretty cool.
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Sep 2020 2:51am
21st Sep 2020 2:51am
Love, Amputated
You touched my wounds
and my skin healed over you
Now, surgically removed,
you itch like a phantom limb
I have to learn to ignore
and my skin healed over you
Now, surgically removed,
you itch like a phantom limb
I have to learn to ignore
#MovingOn
#emptiness
59 reads
16 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Sep 2020 3:25am
17th Sep 2020 3:25am
Ghosted
Lover turned to air
Slowly receding...
silence
Please,
give me bruises,
burns,
slice my empty chest,
Anything to show for the ache
Slowly receding...
silence
Please,
give me bruises,
burns,
slice my empty chest,
Anything to show for the ache
#grief
#breakup
79 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Sep 2020 2:41am
14th Sep 2020 2:41am
Too late
Such a fierce, bright light
and I, intimidated
tried to play it cool
Your flight came out of the blue
I wanted to know you more
and I, intimidated
tried to play it cool
Your flight came out of the blue
I wanted to know you more
#sadness
66 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Sep 2020 12:21pm
5th Sep 2020 12:21pm
Saturday
warm sheets, sun kisses
only coffee calls me out
from my cozy nest
only coffee calls me out
from my cozy nest
#morning
#coffee
#haiku
65 reads
15 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
4th Sep 2020 3:58pm
4th Sep 2020 3:58pm
Why do I feel like I should apologize for this??
I must have been 12 or 13
Mom was acting in a play
I helped her learn her lines
got to hang out with the cast
and I felt like the coolest kid ever
sitting on a bar stool.
Of course he was drunk,
this hilarious man I’d seen on stage
celebrating a performance well done, I guess.
My memory of the room is fuzzy
though I’ve been there often since
I only recall, “do you have pink, underdeveloped nipples?”
*
???
*
And I don’t know what happened next
nothing dramatic, nothing physical
he...
Mom was acting in a play
I helped her learn her lines
got to hang out with the cast
and I felt like the coolest kid ever
sitting on a bar stool.
Of course he was drunk,
this hilarious man I’d seen on stage
celebrating a performance well done, I guess.
My memory of the room is fuzzy
though I’ve been there often since
I only recall, “do you have pink, underdeveloped nipples?”
*
???
*
And I don’t know what happened next
nothing dramatic, nothing physical
he...
#anger
#women
#men #MeToo
#men #MeToo
84 reads
13 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Aug 2020 11:19pm
30th Aug 2020 11:19pm
Grilled Cheese Memories
I made a grilled cheese sandwich today -
first time in forever -
Just had a hankering for that
warm gooey cheesy buttery-ness.
I used the bread heels, because I’m an adult
and they needed to be eaten.
But in a moment of whim and nostalgia
I cut it into triangles
and then for good measure
poured a glass of cold milk to drink.
And there she was –
backed by sunshine through the curtain
soft rock hits crooning from the wall radio…
Never sitting, incessantly wiping harvest gold countertops
with that smelly cloth – ...
first time in forever -
Just had a hankering for that
warm gooey cheesy buttery-ness.
I used the bread heels, because I’m an adult
and they needed to be eaten.
But in a moment of whim and nostalgia
I cut it into triangles
and then for good measure
poured a glass of cold milk to drink.
And there she was –
backed by sunshine through the curtain
soft rock hits crooning from the wall radio…
Never sitting, incessantly wiping harvest gold countertops
with that smelly cloth – ...
#love
#childhood
#LifeStruggles #MentalHealth
#LifeStruggles #MentalHealth
55 reads
14 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2020 5:15am
22nd Aug 2020 5:15am
Two thousand tides
Walking the beach
I picked up stones
Rounded by waves and bleached by sun,
they had names so familiar –
Bitterness, Longing, Regret
And I wondered,
How many tides had it taken
to smooth their uncomfortable edges?
Over two thousand tides have passed
since he loved me
Twice daily salt runs down the face
of the beach,
washing and slowly defeating those stones
Yielding new sands, and new beaches
until all that’s left
are...
I picked up stones
Rounded by waves and bleached by sun,
they had names so familiar –
Bitterness, Longing, Regret
And I wondered,
How many tides had it taken
to smooth their uncomfortable edges?
Over two thousand tides have passed
since he loved me
Twice daily salt runs down the face
of the beach,
washing and slowly defeating those stones
Yielding new sands, and new beaches
until all that’s left
are...
#love
#beach
#TimeHeals #acceptance
#TimeHeals #acceptance
76 reads
9 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
17th Aug 2020 1:15am
17th Aug 2020 1:15am
War Paint
Turns out it's not ok
to not be ok.
Donning war paint for a friend
sounds heroic
and you truly want to be that hero
Until you're actually asked to be
at inconvenient times
repeatedly
embarrassingly
And you can't fix it.
You just have to keep hearing about it
again and again
until you can't bear to listen
And you take the lack of progress
personally
because war paint only feels heroic
when you're winning
And this fight isn't the one
you signed up for - ...
to not be ok.
Donning war paint for a friend
sounds heroic
and you truly want to be that hero
Until you're actually asked to be
at inconvenient times
repeatedly
embarrassingly
And you can't fix it.
You just have to keep hearing about it
again and again
until you can't bear to listen
And you take the lack of progress
personally
because war paint only feels heroic
when you're winning
And this fight isn't the one
you signed up for - ...
#lies
#MentalHealth
#disappointment
64 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Aug 2020 00:38am
17th Aug 2020 00:38am
Befores and afters
In some fantastical realm
or parallel universe
there live the people we were
Before
If we're not careful
we spend our lives trying to get back
before the abandonment
before the shame
before the illness
before the death
before the heartbreak
But we live in the After
after the healing
after the victory
after meeting that someone
after the commitment
after the awakening
And if we're honest with ourselves
we know we can't get back
to Before
without losing
the After
or parallel universe
there live the people we were
Before
If we're not careful
we spend our lives trying to get back
before the abandonment
before the shame
before the illness
before the death
before the heartbreak
But we live in the After
after the healing
after the victory
after meeting that someone
after the commitment
after the awakening
And if we're honest with ourselves
we know we can't get back
to Before
without losing
the After
#LifeStruggles
#acceptance
#philosophical
56 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Aug 2020 2:05am
16th Aug 2020 2:05am
On discussing pandemic life
Routines,
vices,
cleaning supplies,
bubbles.
That kid at the supermarket checkout --
he's been buddies with my boys since first grade
once a little cutie pie
now a young man
navigating senior year in a pandemic
and I'm just so sad for all of them
Do kids hold hands in hallways any more?
Do they make out in the band room closet?
-- anyway, I digress --
That damn kid,
I'm actually jealous of his gorgeous blue
long-lashed camel eyes
because
he looks good in a mask.
Routines and vices...
vices,
cleaning supplies,
bubbles.
That kid at the supermarket checkout --
he's been buddies with my boys since first grade
once a little cutie pie
now a young man
navigating senior year in a pandemic
and I'm just so sad for all of them
Do kids hold hands in hallways any more?
Do they make out in the band room closet?
-- anyway, I digress --
That damn kid,
I'm actually jealous of his gorgeous blue
long-lashed camel eyes
because
he looks good in a mask.
Routines and vices...
#pandemic
94 reads
16 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Aug 2020 9:47pm
13th Aug 2020 9:47pm
Squash sex
No one can accuse me
of being a hands-off gardener.
Checking and fretting every day
as blossoms drop off uselessly...
finally in desperation
dipping my digits deep
into fleshy flower tubes
finger-fucking the blooms
because the poor pollinators
aren't doing their damn jobs
and I want these plants
fertilized and fruiting
so I can savour my stupid squash!
of being a hands-off gardener.
Checking and fretting every day
as blossoms drop off uselessly...
finally in desperation
dipping my digits deep
into fleshy flower tubes
finger-fucking the blooms
because the poor pollinators
aren't doing their damn jobs
and I want these plants
fertilized and fruiting
so I can savour my stupid squash!
#nature
#funny
79 reads
16 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
13th Aug 2020 3:03pm
13th Aug 2020 3:03pm
Reverse Origami
He handed me a paper butterfly
beautiful, complete -
and uncharacteristically,
I accepted it on faith
admiring its perfection
Normally it's my compulsion -
unfolding the delicate mysteries
Those crisp creases
that converge in a point
Taking away dimensions
to make things comprehensible
A path to wholeness
that I can replicate
with confidence:
reverse origami
but over and over you say
Surrender
that need for understanding
(control)
Pause the doing
and the...
beautiful, complete -
and uncharacteristically,
I accepted it on faith
admiring its perfection
Normally it's my compulsion -
unfolding the delicate mysteries
Those crisp creases
that converge in a point
Taking away dimensions
to make things comprehensible
A path to wholeness
that I can replicate
with confidence:
reverse origami
but over and over you say
Surrender
that need for understanding
(control)
Pause the doing
and the...
#spiritual
#mystery
#art
#acceptance
#metaphor
85 reads
8 Comments
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