Submissions by brokentitanium
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction I alternate between silly rhymes about mundane things, and all the heavy stuff in my head that I can't say out loud. I'd like to say I share my writing to enrich others' lives..but honestly? I'm mostly just spilling the junk out of my head before it pops.
ANGER POEM
Published
Yesterday 1:13am
Yesterday 1:13am
Bullshit
Vulnerability is a luxury or curiosity
for those who have nothing to be vulnerable about
but they drool to see it in others
Fucking looky-loos admiring my flaws
as I stupidly flaunt them
thinking my bravery will free us all
hoping for reciprocation
Realizing too late cowards will never play along
Now my bruises are their power
and I’m left with shit
for those who have nothing to be vulnerable about
but they drool to see it in others
Fucking looky-loos admiring my flaws
as I stupidly flaunt them
thinking my bravery will free us all
hoping for reciprocation
Realizing too late cowards will never play along
Now my bruises are their power
and I’m left with shit
#anger
#rejection
#honesty
22 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
Yesterday 00:32am
Yesterday 00:32am
ok then, bye
it just makes me sad
thought you were more courageous
friendship's not that hard
thought you were more courageous
friendship's not that hard
#disappointment
17 reads
5 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
12th Mar 2019 3:20am
12th Mar 2019 3:20am
The Crow Part 2 - Redeemed
It is still there.
Torrential rain
And wind-ripped sky
Spring’s bluster can’t touch it
That dead crow, up high.
*
Last week, there was a second crow. A live one - either mourning or just plain stupid and confused.
It sat on the next branch, cawing… directly at the corpse.
(I swear I’m not making this up.)
I couldn’t tell if it was saying
“get up and fly” or “don't you remember me?” because I don’t speak crow.
But I feel certain the response was
“we’re all going the same way somehow... together.”
*
...
Torrential rain
And wind-ripped sky
Spring’s bluster can’t touch it
That dead crow, up high.
*
Last week, there was a second crow. A live one - either mourning or just plain stupid and confused.
It sat on the next branch, cawing… directly at the corpse.
(I swear I’m not making this up.)
I couldn’t tell if it was saying
“get up and fly” or “don't you remember me?” because I don’t speak crow.
But I feel certain the response was
“we’re all going the same way somehow... together.”
*
...
#depression
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
25 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2019 11:59am
3rd Mar 2019 11:59am
:( !!
I know I need you.
Your cognitive distortions,
I can live without.
Your cognitive distortions,
I can live without.
#conflict
#frustration
47 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Feb 2019 4:41am
25th Feb 2019 4:41am
The Crow
There’s a dead crow hanging against a clear blue sky
(that’s my soul up there)
*
It’s been there for months.
Catching my eye on every drive home,
piquing my curiosity because
I can’t quite tell what it is from a moving car,
but I have my suspicions.
A feathery blackness in the crook of branches,
not shaken free by wind,
or weighed down by snow;
persistent through the seasons.
I’m obsessed with it.
My girl, who is yet unaware of true darkness
Says “mom, it’s just a piece of plastic, silly.”
But I know. ...
(that’s my soul up there)
*
It’s been there for months.
Catching my eye on every drive home,
piquing my curiosity because
I can’t quite tell what it is from a moving car,
but I have my suspicions.
A feathery blackness in the crook of branches,
not shaken free by wind,
or weighed down by snow;
persistent through the seasons.
I’m obsessed with it.
My girl, who is yet unaware of true darkness
Says “mom, it’s just a piece of plastic, silly.”
But I know. ...
#depression
#dark
66 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Feb 2019 00:06am
24th Feb 2019 00:06am
What you can't see
Right this minute
I am fighting…
The quicksand mood that sucks me deeper,
pulling harder with every struggle.
The voice that says you’re judging my worth,
and makes you my enemy.
The drink that promises to quiet that voice
but will amplify it tomorrow.
The urge to crawl under a heavy blanket
and hide from all that I love.
The silent battle is raging.
If I seem quiet
or faraway
it’s because
I am -
Lost in a realm inside my head,
A dark kingdom
of dragons and werewolves ...
I am fighting…
The quicksand mood that sucks me deeper,
pulling harder with every struggle.
The voice that says you’re judging my worth,
and makes you my enemy.
The drink that promises to quiet that voice
but will amplify it tomorrow.
The urge to crawl under a heavy blanket
and hide from all that I love.
The silent battle is raging.
If I seem quiet
or faraway
it’s because
I am -
Lost in a realm inside my head,
A dark kingdom
of dragons and werewolves ...
#depression
58 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2019 5:35pm
23rd Feb 2019 5:35pm
Tears
Alone in church on a Saturday
Piano keys unlock
a well of tears
I thought had gone dry
Kindred harmonizer
I miss you
But the tears have lost
their bitter taste
and memories are sweeter now
I guess that's the magic
of music and time
Piano keys unlock
a well of tears
I thought had gone dry
Kindred harmonizer
I miss you
But the tears have lost
their bitter taste
and memories are sweeter now
I guess that's the magic
of music and time
#TimeHeals
37 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2019 6:10am
23rd Feb 2019 6:10am
Preying Mantis
thrust me into madness
safety can't be guaranteed
I might eat your head
safety can't be guaranteed
I might eat your head
#lust
75 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2019 7:15pm
22nd Feb 2019 7:15pm
Red Out, Red In
Donated blood last night.
Watched my deep red life leaking into a plastic bag.
Helping feels best when it hurts.
Hockey with the big boys today.
Could've used some of that iron in my veins,
some oxygen to the brain,
but still made myself a nuisance
enough to feel alive.
Tonight I'll replace what's missing
with another deep red.
One glass should be plenty.
Watched my deep red life leaking into a plastic bag.
Helping feels best when it hurts.
Hockey with the big boys today.
Could've used some of that iron in my veins,
some oxygen to the brain,
but still made myself a nuisance
enough to feel alive.
Tonight I'll replace what's missing
with another deep red.
One glass should be plenty.
#alcohol
#sports
34 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2019 7:03pm
22nd Feb 2019 7:03pm
Crappy Poetry
I've decided to be a crappy poet.
Better than lurking here, reading and never writing.
Fuck my own sense of what's good enough, it's all fair game now.
All the stupid thoughts
dumb revelations
and half-baked ideas.
One-liners or rambling detours.
I'll try to crank out steaming heaps
of semi-poetic shite on the regular.
Maybe there will be some seeds of real poetry sprouting from the manure.
Better than lurking here, reading and never writing.
Fuck my own sense of what's good enough, it's all fair game now.
All the stupid thoughts
dumb revelations
and half-baked ideas.
One-liners or rambling detours.
I'll try to crank out steaming heaps
of semi-poetic shite on the regular.
Maybe there will be some seeds of real poetry sprouting from the manure.
#LifeGoals
#WritingPoetry
#learning
35 reads
12 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Feb 2019 8:40pm
6th Feb 2019 8:40pm
before the final descent
We walked together in the sun.
I pointed out pretty flowers, chirping birds
Here & there…
No response.
And that was ok.
Wondering, who am I to you now?
Conversation gone, but still the instincts of a host –
Ever gracious, offering me a taste of his half-eaten cereal.
Regrets on my end, for never trying to discover the man he was.
But for him? No regrets, only this moment.
And then, the next.
A life of integrity leaves no room for regret.
Decisions were made in good will and honesty.
Imperfections in...
I pointed out pretty flowers, chirping birds
Here & there…
No response.
And that was ok.
Wondering, who am I to you now?
Conversation gone, but still the instincts of a host –
Ever gracious, offering me a taste of his half-eaten cereal.
Regrets on my end, for never trying to discover the man he was.
But for him? No regrets, only this moment.
And then, the next.
A life of integrity leaves no room for regret.
Decisions were made in good will and honesty.
Imperfections in...
#father
#death
#aging #acceptance
#aging #acceptance
57 reads
14 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Feb 2019 7:11pm
1st Feb 2019 7:11pm
Suck it, Winter
such bad-assery
bashing through the unplowed drifts
in my mommy van
bashing through the unplowed drifts
in my mommy van
#happiness
#strength
#snow
54 reads
10 Comments
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