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.
Lichen
thriving gray-green peace
symbiotic pioneer
teach us how to live
symbiotic pioneer
teach us how to live
#nature
#haiku
#philosophical
430 reads
6 Comments
Five-OH!!
yesterday's youth
yielding to another year
candles and crow's feet
a candid confession
yielding to another year
candles and crow's feet
a candid confession
#identity
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17 Comments
How to start a day
How to start a day:
“With gratitude and humility”
sounds so trite
and is easier said than done.
Instead, start with coffee.
When I’m groggy and depressed
and can’t summon gratitude for anything else,
coffee softens my edges.
Next, get out Into the world
and notice things,
wonder about mysteries,
connect with wisdom.
I consider it prayer,
but the label doesn’t matter.
Noticing (awe) --
--That the gray sky is not gray at all.
If I was a painter, I’d need a full palette ...
“With gratitude and humility”
sounds so trite
and is easier said than done.
Instead, start with coffee.
When I’m groggy and depressed
and can’t summon gratitude for anything else,
coffee softens my edges.
Next, get out Into the world
and notice things,
wonder about mysteries,
connect with wisdom.
I consider it prayer,
but the label doesn’t matter.
Noticing (awe) --
--That the gray sky is not gray at all.
If I was a painter, I’d need a full palette ...
#nature
#spiritual
#SelfReflection #motivational
#SelfReflection #motivational
482 reads
18 Comments
Don't ask
Don’t ask how I’m doing.
I’m better than fine
I’m kicking ass
achieving goals
leading the charge
creating beauty
smiling with pride
at the fruit of my efforts
and also
Suffering the hurts
of lives lost too soon
empathically bleeding
from this pit in my chest
weary of strength
and desire to serve
ungrateful, resentful
and above all
so very, deeply alone
Although both stories are true
I know which one you’d rather hear
It’s the only one I’ll tell.
I’m better than fine
I’m kicking ass
achieving goals
leading the charge
creating beauty
smiling with pride
at the fruit of my efforts
and also
Suffering the hurts
of lives lost too soon
empathically bleeding
from this pit in my chest
weary of strength
and desire to serve
ungrateful, resentful
and above all
so very, deeply alone
Although both stories are true
I know which one you’d rather hear
It’s the only one I’ll tell.
#depression
615 reads
23 Comments
Dec 23
Real me kinda sucks
Good intentions unexpressed
Missed the boat again
Good intentions unexpressed
Missed the boat again
#Christmas
#myself
#disappointment
375 reads
16 Comments
Awareness
Dressing myself
became much more complicated
the day I realized
my blue jeans were blue
became much more complicated
the day I realized
my blue jeans were blue
#SelfReflection
#philosophical
740 reads
9 Comments
Excision
I'd grown accustomed
to feeling you there -
A mild discomfort deep inside
So subtle I hardly noticed
how I adjusted to your presence,
the way I'd shift my movements
to avoid the pangs of you.
Then I woke,
and you were just gone.
Your absence declared itself
like a torn off bandage
or a clean slate.
Suddenly I'm just me again,
whole and unfettered.
I never realized I was in your shadow
until you moved out of my light.
to feeling you there -
A mild discomfort deep inside
So subtle I hardly noticed
how I adjusted to your presence,
the way I'd shift my movements
to avoid the pangs of you.
Then I woke,
and you were just gone.
Your absence declared itself
like a torn off bandage
or a clean slate.
Suddenly I'm just me again,
whole and unfettered.
I never realized I was in your shadow
until you moved out of my light.
#hope
#illness
#MovingOn
453 reads
10 Comments
Necropsy
It’s a morbid hobby:
whenever paths are too straight
or the sunshine too bright to be trusted,
against a wretched soundtrack
of longing and heartbreak,
I exhume corpses.
Rattling and re-examining,
ruminating over the autopsy
-- death by silence and cowardice,
secondary to a diagnosis of
chronic bad timing and propriety --
Though I long ago picked off every morsel of meat
and dug out the bitter marrow,
still I hungrily suck these dry bones
craving, savouring the old sweetness
beneath their musty stench
...
whenever paths are too straight
or the sunshine too bright to be trusted,
against a wretched soundtrack
of longing and heartbreak,
I exhume corpses.
Rattling and re-examining,
ruminating over the autopsy
-- death by silence and cowardice,
secondary to a diagnosis of
chronic bad timing and propriety --
Though I long ago picked off every morsel of meat
and dug out the bitter marrow,
still I hungrily suck these dry bones
craving, savouring the old sweetness
beneath their musty stench
...
#LifeStruggles
#memories
#bittersweet
402 reads
17 Comments
Almost November
The party's over
Brittle trees nurse hangovers
See you in the spring
Brittle trees nurse hangovers
See you in the spring
#trees
#nature
#haiku
564 reads
15 Comments
End Zoom
silence sits heavy
were they imaginary?
faceless forlorn screen
were they imaginary?
faceless forlorn screen
#loneliness
#technology
#pandemic
396 reads
15 Comments
Loved and lost
I knew from the start
the impossibility
Still my soul craved yours
With a jolt I remember --
goodbye
eyes brimming
heart wrecked
the impossibility
Still my soul craved yours
With a jolt I remember --
goodbye
eyes brimming
heart wrecked
#breakup
#memories
#minimalist #bittersweet
#minimalist #bittersweet
457 reads
18 Comments
Snap
I'm becoming well acquainted
with your hairline
your glasses
the various ceilings you pass under
Our interactions exist
because my name is embedded in a list
which regularly passes beneath your lightning thumbs
But I question whether this counts
as a friendship
Or whether this media
can be considered social
And I cry for this generation
of virtual souls
with your hairline
your glasses
the various ceilings you pass under
Our interactions exist
because my name is embedded in a list
which regularly passes beneath your lightning thumbs
But I question whether this counts
as a friendship
Or whether this media
can be considered social
And I cry for this generation
of virtual souls
#loneliness
#teens
563 reads
19 Comments
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