Submissions by deliabear (Debbie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing is my core. My mission. My joy. My pain. My journey.
Joys Fight
I let myself feel too joyous.
Pain relished in
tormenting and reminding me.
Of all my salty agonies.
In me there is a deadly poisonous garden
behind every joyous wall.
My thoughts are scratched by a vine
of gigantic thorns.
Tearing holes in my scars.
Joy fights for survival
but she's wounded bad.
I stop.
I embrace the uninvited, unwanted emotions.
Ask them if they would mentor me.
I walked into pains room.
I can't tell you what I learned.
You have your own journey to follow.
...
Pain relished in
tormenting and reminding me.
Of all my salty agonies.
In me there is a deadly poisonous garden
behind every joyous wall.
My thoughts are scratched by a vine
of gigantic thorns.
Tearing holes in my scars.
Joy fights for survival
but she's wounded bad.
I stop.
I embrace the uninvited, unwanted emotions.
Ask them if they would mentor me.
I walked into pains room.
I can't tell you what I learned.
You have your own journey to follow.
...
#happiness
#SelfDiscovery
#fear
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Tame
The whipping wind
is a clamorous opposition
of the soft seducing breeze.
We are just trying to contain peace
in our hearts
in a brutal world.
Amongst humans hideous actions,
there are beautiful motiveless gestures.
Like thorns on a rose,
The ignorant
polish their own lives.
Along the path of apathy,
can be found great empathy.
Can the gentle tame the harsh?
and then -
I feel it.
The delightful breeze prevails.
The vehemence of the wind fled.
I walk forth......
...
is a clamorous opposition
of the soft seducing breeze.
We are just trying to contain peace
in our hearts
in a brutal world.
Amongst humans hideous actions,
there are beautiful motiveless gestures.
Like thorns on a rose,
The ignorant
polish their own lives.
Along the path of apathy,
can be found great empathy.
Can the gentle tame the harsh?
and then -
I feel it.
The delightful breeze prevails.
The vehemence of the wind fled.
I walk forth......
...
#kindness
#nature
#apathy
223 reads
6 Comments
Alone
The only thing we possess to console the loneliness are the memories.
When you realize your lonely soul is all you have,
love is really just a buffer to the primitive truth,
every human being is trapped alone inside themselves.
Our soul is alone in our body.
The mind is alone.
The only constant is the daily plague of our own thoughts chain.
When you realize your lonely soul is all you have,
love is really just a buffer to the primitive truth,
every human being is trapped alone inside themselves.
Our soul is alone in our body.
The mind is alone.
The only constant is the daily plague of our own thoughts chain.
#loneliness
#identity
225 reads
4 Comments
Granted
My pain devoured November.
Crumbs of days just breaking away into oblivion.
The ache hungers to be heard.
Hear my heart's piercing caws at the now eternal moon in my mind.
The future feels like a shiver down fates spine
Still grateful for any moment left as I'm bound to stumble upon deeper horrors I'm yet to find.
I pray for just one carefree day, where laughter slays the pain.
Take not a single thing for granted in a split instant they could be gone.....
Crumbs of days just breaking away into oblivion.
The ache hungers to be heard.
Hear my heart's piercing caws at the now eternal moon in my mind.
The future feels like a shiver down fates spine
Still grateful for any moment left as I'm bound to stumble upon deeper horrors I'm yet to find.
I pray for just one carefree day, where laughter slays the pain.
Take not a single thing for granted in a split instant they could be gone.....
#gratitude
#emptiness
#emotional
174 reads
6 Comments
Betray
The pondering patter of the rain has silenced itself.
The cars whoosh through the puddles of Earth's tears in defiance, that the sun veils her shining face behind the dull pewter clouds.
Will her rays betray her and beam right through this atmosphere of gloom.
And halt my minds dark dance with doom.
The cars whoosh through the puddles of Earth's tears in defiance, that the sun veils her shining face behind the dull pewter clouds.
Will her rays betray her and beam right through this atmosphere of gloom.
And halt my minds dark dance with doom.
#sun
#nature
163 reads
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Half Full
A winter walk.
Robust.
Stoned.
Naked tree's launch their limbs towards sky.
Clouds from the dream factory float by.
A crows throaty hunger calling.
And the honking song of geese.
We too, souls famished, search for better places.
Where the ghosts won't chase us...
The winter trees ask me - Are you empty too?
I am trying to see myself as half full....
Robust.
Stoned.
Naked tree's launch their limbs towards sky.
Clouds from the dream factory float by.
A crows throaty hunger calling.
And the honking song of geese.
We too, souls famished, search for better places.
Where the ghosts won't chase us...
The winter trees ask me - Are you empty too?
I am trying to see myself as half full....
#hope
#uplifting
191 reads
4 Comments
The Warmth Returns
I emerge from the enigmatic night.
Dawn's light feels lavish, warming my cells from the perpetual chill of life.
There is a peculiar warmth to this random February day.
The birdcall sounds more like that of a spring rendition.
Lulled by the songbirds tweet, a warm breeze of hope and possibility blows through my hollows.
Soon it will be time for earth and underlying emotions to thaw.
The loins of the hard frozen ground, will soften giving way to the nascency of a tulip bulb.
With her lanceolate leaves, this spring temptress beckons my soul to rise from...
Dawn's light feels lavish, warming my cells from the perpetual chill of life.
There is a peculiar warmth to this random February day.
The birdcall sounds more like that of a spring rendition.
Lulled by the songbirds tweet, a warm breeze of hope and possibility blows through my hollows.
Soon it will be time for earth and underlying emotions to thaw.
The loins of the hard frozen ground, will soften giving way to the nascency of a tulip bulb.
With her lanceolate leaves, this spring temptress beckons my soul to rise from...
#hope
#flowers
#spring
241 reads
8 Comments
Time
Time lacks a door.
A way back.
Re-entry into the past is denied.
Left with the instability of the truth of you contained in all that's left.....my memories.
I lay on the cold ground of the hours, crawling yet devouring bye.
Time waits for no one.
Except in that single moment, I ran away to be with you. Your hazel eyes alive with lusts magic, time did stop.
I didn't know then, there was something wicked & unholy about the way your eyes scavenged over me. I accepted your dark delicious invitation. To an alliance that set out to steal my...
A way back.
Re-entry into the past is denied.
Left with the instability of the truth of you contained in all that's left.....my memories.
I lay on the cold ground of the hours, crawling yet devouring bye.
Time waits for no one.
Except in that single moment, I ran away to be with you. Your hazel eyes alive with lusts magic, time did stop.
I didn't know then, there was something wicked & unholy about the way your eyes scavenged over me. I accepted your dark delicious invitation. To an alliance that set out to steal my...
#breakup
#lies
#memories
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Ancient Heart
I believe the heart is an ancient organ that pumps with century old memories, foggy lives led that leave their dark resonance.
Something, some feeling, just at the tip of your brain, you will never gain access to know, but it will haunt your mind forever to be answered.
So a quest begins to find the ancient path's in others that collided with ours. Any form of connection, of dense understanding from another searching soul. A storm of electricity between interlocked eyes, a touch that feels a thousand years familiar.
From the demons of love died, one can...
Something, some feeling, just at the tip of your brain, you will never gain access to know, but it will haunt your mind forever to be answered.
So a quest begins to find the ancient path's in others that collided with ours. Any form of connection, of dense understanding from another searching soul. A storm of electricity between interlocked eyes, a touch that feels a thousand years familiar.
From the demons of love died, one can...
#love
#memories
#mystery
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Broken Heart
When I see the raw dark seering pain of my mom having lost the great love of her life, my dad.
See the millionth tear fall.
Cradled in agony days.
Internally, I ask....
Is true love worth that soul stabbing pain?
I believe it is.
It feels like every moment of love, of pure joy, is met down the line with double the moments of heart tearing suffering.
For 47 years together of happiness & love, yes I would endure the suffering.....
See the millionth tear fall.
Cradled in agony days.
Internally, I ask....
Is true love worth that soul stabbing pain?
I believe it is.
It feels like every moment of love, of pure joy, is met down the line with double the moments of heart tearing suffering.
For 47 years together of happiness & love, yes I would endure the suffering.....
#grief
#heartbroken
161 reads
3 Comments
Magic Universe Dust
The most unbelievably dreamy, flood gushes of feeling now dare to present themselves.
In this unstoppable war between reality & dreams.
An inner silent nirvana can begin to exist above the monotonous clank against life's barricading bars.
A dream is really never further than a single solitary action.
But still those cobwebs of you, hung so intricately, can be glimpsed in the secret coves of my mind.
Sun shines through the window of my soul swirling with that magic universe dust.
The dream is always victorious.....
In this unstoppable war between reality & dreams.
An inner silent nirvana can begin to exist above the monotonous clank against life's barricading bars.
A dream is really never further than a single solitary action.
But still those cobwebs of you, hung so intricately, can be glimpsed in the secret coves of my mind.
Sun shines through the window of my soul swirling with that magic universe dust.
The dream is always victorious.....
#dreams
168 reads
4 Comments
Each and Every Day
Inside each and everyday we experience,
There should be at least one lesson learned.
One meaning rendered, one ache satisfied, a word of forgiveness offered.
One deep smile given, a deep chain of thought conducted.
And one thing in nature appreciated.
One step taken towards a dream.
So that the fires in the hearts hearth sweetly crackle as our soul sits beside......
There should be at least one lesson learned.
One meaning rendered, one ache satisfied, a word of forgiveness offered.
One deep smile given, a deep chain of thought conducted.
And one thing in nature appreciated.
One step taken towards a dream.
So that the fires in the hearts hearth sweetly crackle as our soul sits beside......
#hope
#uplifting
261 reads
10 Comments
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