Submissions by hippiegirl
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Creative expression is cheaper than therapy
The New Asylum
Haiku
Pharmaceuticals
New asylum without walls
Have we made progress?
Pharmaceuticals
New asylum without walls
Have we made progress?
#corruption
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Tsunami
A wave from you
crashes on me
washing away layer
after layer
Please Stop
You go back
Out to sea
Please Stay
A wave from you
crashes on me
do you know
you're drowning me
Please Help
You go back
Out to sea
Please swim away
A wave from you
crashes on me
I am running out
of air
Please Notice
You go back
Out to sea
Please Stay
A wave from you
crashes on
Someone else
crashes on me
washing away layer
after layer
Please Stop
You go back
Out to sea
Please Stay
A wave from you
crashes on me
do you know
you're drowning me
Please Help
You go back
Out to sea
Please swim away
A wave from you
crashes on me
I am running out
of air
Please Notice
You go back
Out to sea
Please Stay
A wave from you
crashes on
Someone else
807 reads
1 Comment
Haiku
For Divine splendor
Operate in the present
Merge into Oneness
Operate in the present
Merge into Oneness
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Sleep Demon
The sleep demon stole my dreams
last night
Because Hell needed some new horror flicks
Caffeine and nicotine teases
with useless energy so early in the morning
Creeping around the dark house
Waiting for the sun to wake the world
Rehashing last night's robbery
Alone with hell fire scorched nerves
Finally the blue sky edges out the night
Pushing all the sleep demons back to hell
Where they sit all day...at the matinee
last night
Because Hell needed some new horror flicks
Caffeine and nicotine teases
with useless energy so early in the morning
Creeping around the dark house
Waiting for the sun to wake the world
Rehashing last night's robbery
Alone with hell fire scorched nerves
Finally the blue sky edges out the night
Pushing all the sleep demons back to hell
Where they sit all day...at the matinee
866 reads
1 Comment
Grass
Haiku
My favorite childhood memory
The smell of cut grass
Inhale deep into my lungs
Now peace comes to me
And now as my favorite recreational activity
The smell of cut grass
Inhale deep into my lungs
Now peace comes to me
My favorite childhood memory
The smell of cut grass
Inhale deep into my lungs
Now peace comes to me
And now as my favorite recreational activity
The smell of cut grass
Inhale deep into my lungs
Now peace comes to me
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The Alcoholic Clock
He yawns and sits up in bed
reaches over and takes his first swig
Before morning feet hit the floor
his Methadone is fished out of the drawer
Morning begins as the bottle wets his lips
and he sips coffee casually commenting on my hips
The clock on the wall is forgotten
Last night’s vomit smells so rotten
The brown liquid is the new hourglass
Another long day is in the forecast
Every hour equals one inch
My stomach turns to knots as I winch
I can tell time by that 1.75
It’s all I can do to survive
as he nurses the...
reaches over and takes his first swig
Before morning feet hit the floor
his Methadone is fished out of the drawer
Morning begins as the bottle wets his lips
and he sips coffee casually commenting on my hips
The clock on the wall is forgotten
Last night’s vomit smells so rotten
The brown liquid is the new hourglass
Another long day is in the forecast
Every hour equals one inch
My stomach turns to knots as I winch
I can tell time by that 1.75
It’s all I can do to survive
as he nurses the...
1251 reads
11 Comments
The Two Syllable Experience
Oh God
Do me
Yes, yes
Right there
I'm wet
Fuck me
Faster
Deeper
Harder
Don't stop
Feels good
THANK YOU!
Do me
Yes, yes
Right there
I'm wet
Fuck me
Faster
Deeper
Harder
Don't stop
Feels good
THANK YOU!
1002 reads
1 Comment
Our Perfect Circle
A Poem Dedicated to Blended Families
Written for my Mother
Stars spread their fingers
and shed it's dust upon the earth
A wise man collected the dust
and sprinkled it around him
As the sun rose
it's rays forged six golden letters
The man carried his letters
and gave them to a woman
No longer mine nor yours
together they held their pieces
of the alphabet until
God touched these two to be one
Through the One
we became many
The seasons form a perfect circle
giving the earth the...
Written for my Mother
Stars spread their fingers
and shed it's dust upon the earth
A wise man collected the dust
and sprinkled it around him
As the sun rose
it's rays forged six golden letters
The man carried his letters
and gave them to a woman
No longer mine nor yours
together they held their pieces
of the alphabet until
God touched these two to be one
Through the One
we became many
The seasons form a perfect circle
giving the earth the...
870 reads
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Insomniac
Haiku
Twenty-five hours
Normal for insomniacs
Our day never ends
Twenty-five hours
Normal for insomniacs
Our day never ends
863 reads
5 Comments
Her Name Was Sexy
Ebony color glistening off her curves
Voice purring like a kitten
I had never loved another girl before
Her name was sexy
Every man wanted her
But I knew what turned her on
She would tease me
with that little top of hers...
I couldn't wait to take it off
She liked it fast and I couldn't resist
With my hair a mess
is the way she always left me
But she got me in a lot of trouble
So back she had to go
Sexy was the only girl for me
She was the queen of the new millennium
That gorgeous black machine
My...
Voice purring like a kitten
I had never loved another girl before
Her name was sexy
Every man wanted her
But I knew what turned her on
She would tease me
with that little top of hers...
I couldn't wait to take it off
She liked it fast and I couldn't resist
With my hair a mess
is the way she always left me
But she got me in a lot of trouble
So back she had to go
Sexy was the only girl for me
She was the queen of the new millennium
That gorgeous black machine
My...
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2 Comments
The Grave
Seasons passing in their time
watching plot number ninety-nine
Mourners stop to contemplate
should have stopped with ninety-eight
Silently hoping to be dead
Get those thoughts out of your head
Let others hear you in time
Do not become plot number ninety-nine
watching plot number ninety-nine
Mourners stop to contemplate
should have stopped with ninety-eight
Silently hoping to be dead
Get those thoughts out of your head
Let others hear you in time
Do not become plot number ninety-nine
879 reads
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4532 Eastern Avenue
I was too young to testify
Forcing my insanity to solidify
In my own home I became a stowaway
As the madness became my every day
I remember it was a Wednesday
Smoke slipped from the ashtray
as he killed the cigarette
He could've ignored the threat
His evil message conveyed
as soon as he picked up the blade
A curved tip and jagged spine
made the 11 o'clock headline
Sibling rivalry to the extreme
I remember I didn't even scream
My uncle holding his torn middle
I remember I couldn't stop...
Forcing my insanity to solidify
In my own home I became a stowaway
As the madness became my every day
I remember it was a Wednesday
Smoke slipped from the ashtray
as he killed the cigarette
He could've ignored the threat
His evil message conveyed
as soon as he picked up the blade
A curved tip and jagged spine
made the 11 o'clock headline
Sibling rivalry to the extreme
I remember I didn't even scream
My uncle holding his torn middle
I remember I couldn't stop...
857 reads
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