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.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
Today 3:26am
Today 3:26am
Lessons from a seagull
sun-sequined harbour
shifting with the wind
excessive brightness
turns my gaze upwards,
where a class of studious seagulls
practice Jonathan Livingston’s circles and dives
against a backdrop of baby blue…
…it takes me back
to my grandparents’ house…
Entering into the basement,
(oh, that smell of cool cement floor!)
Up creaky stairs to the kitchen
with its blueberry muffin warmth
and those ugly stained-glass window trinkets
that I made when I was eight, embarrassingly displayed.
Then finally to the favourite...
shifting with the wind
excessive brightness
turns my gaze upwards,
where a class of studious seagulls
practice Jonathan Livingston’s circles and dives
against a backdrop of baby blue…
…it takes me back
to my grandparents’ house…
Entering into the basement,
(oh, that smell of cool cement floor!)
Up creaky stairs to the kitchen
with its blueberry muffin warmth
and those ugly stained-glass window trinkets
that I made when I was eight, embarrassingly displayed.
Then finally to the favourite...
#family
#books
#memories #NaPoWriMo2021
#memories #NaPoWriMo2021
4 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
Yesterday 4:02am
Yesterday 4:02am
Cult of Personality
What would be more dangerous?
If you knew my address,
birthdate,
various government numbers
You could track me down,
take all my money,
leave me without material comfort,
but you still wouldn’t know
Who
I
Am.
Would it put me at risk to tell you?
I’m Luna Lovegood
Spider Man
Michael Scott
Arwen
Willy Wonka
Captain Kirk
and Qui-Gon Jinn
all rolled into one.
Would it make me vulnerable?
To say I’m also Orange,
a Capricorn,
a Turbulent Campaigner,
an...
If you knew my address,
birthdate,
various government numbers
You could track me down,
take all my money,
leave me without material comfort,
but you still wouldn’t know
Who
I
Am.
Would it put me at risk to tell you?
I’m Luna Lovegood
Spider Man
Michael Scott
Arwen
Willy Wonka
Captain Kirk
and Qui-Gon Jinn
all rolled into one.
Would it make me vulnerable?
To say I’m also Orange,
a Capricorn,
a Turbulent Campaigner,
an...
#identity
#philosophical
#NaPoWriMo2021
13 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Apr 2021 3:13am
10th Apr 2021 3:13am
Sparrow Song
Tiny birds are blessed with the best of songs;
take a good walk and you’ll notice.
Blue jays wear their beauty in feathers, not voices,
pigeons and doves just quietly mourn,
crows and grackles caw and… grack,
seagulls squawk and woodpeckers drum,
and even the largest of eagles
can only manage a pitiful squeak.
But stand in a wood and you’ll hear before you see them-
the ones who warble and sing and trill.
Their nondescript browns and grays are deceptive
as their glamour shows best when you close your eyes.
Yes, the smallest...
take a good walk and you’ll notice.
Blue jays wear their beauty in feathers, not voices,
pigeons and doves just quietly mourn,
crows and grackles caw and… grack,
seagulls squawk and woodpeckers drum,
and even the largest of eagles
can only manage a pitiful squeak.
But stand in a wood and you’ll hear before you see them-
the ones who warble and sing and trill.
Their nondescript browns and grays are deceptive
as their glamour shows best when you close your eyes.
Yes, the smallest...
#birds
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2021
13 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Apr 2021 3:57am
9th Apr 2021 3:57am
Bygone
I’d like to shake you free,
like dust off my sandals,
an old remnant of my past --
but you’re like gum in my hair,
so sticky in my soul.
I’ve relinquished those old dreams,
don’t even need your attention;
still you linger in my thoughts,
a melody I can’t un-hear,
making unexpected visits.
I’ll never quite discard you;
something in my heart says
I must stay a little connected,
let you know I’m still around,
just in case you’re not ok.
like dust off my sandals,
an old remnant of my past --
but you’re like gum in my hair,
so sticky in my soul.
I’ve relinquished those old dreams,
don’t even need your attention;
still you linger in my thoughts,
a melody I can’t un-hear,
making unexpected visits.
I’ll never quite discard you;
something in my heart says
I must stay a little connected,
let you know I’m still around,
just in case you’re not ok.
#love
#support
#IMissYou #NaPoWriMo2021
#IMissYou #NaPoWriMo2021
35 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
8th Apr 2021 3:17am
8th Apr 2021 3:17am
Dear Depression
You probably don’t get much
in the way of gratitude or compliments.
So, I just want to say thanks.
(Not for the way you’ve lurked in the background
for much of my life – that actually sucks.)
But thanks for choosing when you did to really rage.
Of course, five years ago, it seemed like horrible timing,
with cancer and dementia and chronic disease
haunting my family all around me…
but at least I was expected to need support then.
And I had the best of friends around to provide it.
So, I got the help I needed.
I learned about you...
in the way of gratitude or compliments.
So, I just want to say thanks.
(Not for the way you’ve lurked in the background
for much of my life – that actually sucks.)
But thanks for choosing when you did to really rage.
Of course, five years ago, it seemed like horrible timing,
with cancer and dementia and chronic disease
haunting my family all around me…
but at least I was expected to need support then.
And I had the best of friends around to provide it.
So, I got the help I needed.
I learned about you...
#depression
#pandemic
#NaPoWriMo2021
35 reads
10 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Apr 2021 00:44am
7th Apr 2021 00:44am
Peepers
The peepers are peeping!
That means spring is coming;
soon bees will be humming -
it’s time to stop weeping.
The peepers are peeping!
From cold muddy ditches
sharing musical riches:
They’ve finished their sleeping.
The peepers are peeping!
Summer’s just ‘round the bend!
This dark mood I’ll transcend
as my hope it comes creeping.
The peepers are peeping!
Blessed loud wee froggies!
Peep away all my smoggies -
set my joyful heart leaping!
That means spring is coming;
soon bees will be humming -
it’s time to stop weeping.
The peepers are peeping!
From cold muddy ditches
sharing musical riches:
They’ve finished their sleeping.
The peepers are peeping!
Summer’s just ‘round the bend!
This dark mood I’ll transcend
as my hope it comes creeping.
The peepers are peeping!
Blessed loud wee froggies!
Peep away all my smoggies -
set my joyful heart leaping!
#spring
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2021
23 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Apr 2021 3:32am
6th Apr 2021 3:32am
Bad Guy
You say I don’t understand…
that your wickedness is the worst ever,
the epitome of evil…
that your arrogance and destructiveness can’t be forgiven,
that I’m too pure to comprehend,
and that’s why you can’t be real.
I just have to laugh.
You have no idea how many ways
inside my mind
I have murdered you,
cut you to pieces,
and danced on your burnt bones.
We all have demons,
and I’m sorry, but yours aren’t special.
They wreak their havoc
(just like mine)
and whisper the lie that they own you.
But they do...
that your wickedness is the worst ever,
the epitome of evil…
that your arrogance and destructiveness can’t be forgiven,
that I’m too pure to comprehend,
and that’s why you can’t be real.
I just have to laugh.
You have no idea how many ways
inside my mind
I have murdered you,
cut you to pieces,
and danced on your burnt bones.
We all have demons,
and I’m sorry, but yours aren’t special.
They wreak their havoc
(just like mine)
and whisper the lie that they own you.
But they do...
#honesty
#humankind
#respect #NaPoWriMo2021
#respect #NaPoWriMo2021
23 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Apr 2021 3:17am
5th Apr 2021 3:17am
Puzzles at the shelter
I want to tell you my story,” he said.
“You make me feel calm.”
I just passed him a piece of the barn
and stayed silent while he talked.
A story of childhood abuse,
riddled with confusing snippets from the news of the day,
veering from sad
to implausible
to factually inaccurate,
famous names dropped in for shock value --
and hurt laced throughout.
I am not a therapist,
and nothing I can do can fix this.
But,
I can give him all the red barn pieces
while I focus on this rooster,
and though the...
“You make me feel calm.”
I just passed him a piece of the barn
and stayed silent while he talked.
A story of childhood abuse,
riddled with confusing snippets from the news of the day,
veering from sad
to implausible
to factually inaccurate,
famous names dropped in for shock value --
and hurt laced throughout.
I am not a therapist,
and nothing I can do can fix this.
But,
I can give him all the red barn pieces
while I focus on this rooster,
and though the...
#homelessness
#MentalHealth
#NaPoWriMo2021
33 reads
9 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2021 11:52pm
3rd Apr 2021 11:52pm
Campfire
It starts at dusk with quiet simple strum.
‘It’s campfire time!’ the gleeful kids exclaim.
Lost souls align with rhythm of the drum.
Melodious solo bids the campers come -
marshmallow sticks are shared as well as names;
It starts at dusk with quiet simple strum.
They might come happy, or they might feel glum:
with eyes obscured by flickering of flames,
lost souls align with rhythm of the drum.
The more reserved in sotto voce hum,
while others unleash harmonies untamed.
It starts at dusk with quiet simple strum.
...
‘It’s campfire time!’ the gleeful kids exclaim.
Lost souls align with rhythm of the drum.
Melodious solo bids the campers come -
marshmallow sticks are shared as well as names;
It starts at dusk with quiet simple strum.
They might come happy, or they might feel glum:
with eyes obscured by flickering of flames,
lost souls align with rhythm of the drum.
The more reserved in sotto voce hum,
while others unleash harmonies untamed.
It starts at dusk with quiet simple strum.
...
#happiness
#fire
#music #NaPoWriMo2021
#music #NaPoWriMo2021
32 reads
10 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2021 3:28am
3rd Apr 2021 3:28am
Good Friday
It started with the music.
Driving, gritty bass rhythm,
keening guitar’s wail,
time signature intrigue,
emotion-ripped vocals…
…ear candy for a budding musician.
Then it was the story.
A revolutionary, calling out the status quo,
unwilling to compromise purpose,
a misunderstood martyr,
friends torn by fear and consequences…
…capturing all that is tragic in humanity.
Then it became a ritual.
More personal with every listen,
every year of experience suffered,
every book, chapter and verse of the...
Driving, gritty bass rhythm,
keening guitar’s wail,
time signature intrigue,
emotion-ripped vocals…
…ear candy for a budding musician.
Then it was the story.
A revolutionary, calling out the status quo,
unwilling to compromise purpose,
a misunderstood martyr,
friends torn by fear and consequences…
…capturing all that is tragic in humanity.
Then it became a ritual.
More personal with every listen,
every year of experience suffered,
every book, chapter and verse of the...
#spiritual
#music
#NaPoWriMo2021
36 reads
18 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Apr 2021 1:05pm
1st Apr 2021 1:05pm
Foolish April
Time to write a poem a day.
What the heck am I going to say?
I sit and stare at this cursed page:
who wants to read my angst and rage?
Look! 25 words; I’m halfway there,
but is this a poem I want to share?
There’s nothing of substance in my mind,
not a shred of poetry can I find.
Five rhyming couplets, now I’m done!
Tomorrow I’ll write a better one.
What the heck am I going to say?
I sit and stare at this cursed page:
who wants to read my angst and rage?
Look! 25 words; I’m halfway there,
but is this a poem I want to share?
There’s nothing of substance in my mind,
not a shred of poetry can I find.
Five rhyming couplets, now I’m done!
Tomorrow I’ll write a better one.
#WritersBlock
#NaPoWriMo2021
36 reads
16 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Mar 2021 2:54am
17th Mar 2021 2:54am
Goblet
At each moon's rising
she walks to the edge,
tips her goblet
to anoint the waves
with the blood of lives unlived
Gratefully letting go
of burdens that are not hers to carry,
shedding layers of responsibilities
she was never meant to bear
And when all has been released
to the eternal tides,
she turns back
with no regrets,
knowing all that remains
is truly
hers.
she walks to the edge,
tips her goblet
to anoint the waves
with the blood of lives unlived
Gratefully letting go
of burdens that are not hers to carry,
shedding layers of responsibilities
she was never meant to bear
And when all has been released
to the eternal tides,
she turns back
with no regrets,
knowing all that remains
is truly
hers.
#women
#moon
#LifeCycle #acceptance
#LifeCycle #acceptance
71 reads
18 Comments
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