Submissions by jessica_orr (Jessica Orr)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Books:
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
25th May 2022 3:57am
25th May 2022 3:57am
Moving Pictures
dawn told the story;
it was treated in perfume and
excess- a promised to one
and the death of an idea.
"Where is Davis?", but
poor though stately, and he a baron
of industry- sailing always
was the gleam;
she loved him and the
adventure and promise of
being in his next moving picture.
"Where is Davis?", for
sunning on deck, she so perfectly
gleamed; he played tough and manly
but
they mixed like puzzle pieces
until they got lost at sea.
"Where is Davis?", life and
love...
it was treated in perfume and
excess- a promised to one
and the death of an idea.
"Where is Davis?", but
poor though stately, and he a baron
of industry- sailing always
was the gleam;
she loved him and the
adventure and promise of
being in his next moving picture.
"Where is Davis?", for
sunning on deck, she so perfectly
gleamed; he played tough and manly
but
they mixed like puzzle pieces
until they got lost at sea.
"Where is Davis?", life and
love...
#fate
#narrative
#ShortStory #luck
#ShortStory #luck
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SELF POEM
Published
25th May 2022 3:43am
25th May 2022 3:43am
Flowers
i had flowers in
my hair, exceedingly
unexpected;
beauty bodes deeper.
i forgot what reassurance
and where i was-
shiny walls and slow hum;
was sleep ever in me?
there are puzzles and kits of
model airplanes, pieces within
that make it
real.
special wasn't inside, but
i collided and fought and
in the end,
that's okay.
my hair, exceedingly
unexpected;
beauty bodes deeper.
i forgot what reassurance
and where i was-
shiny walls and slow hum;
was sleep ever in me?
there are puzzles and kits of
model airplanes, pieces within
that make it
real.
special wasn't inside, but
i collided and fought and
in the end,
that's okay.
#TimeHeals
#MovingOn
#acceptance
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th May 2022 2:09am
11th May 2022 2:09am
nerds are us
I didn't do it,
you must have guessed at;
I fly by a different realm-
I enjoy sun and dizzy calm;
I leave the party to play dungeons & dragons;
I release the smile of always suffering fools;
I can't and won't live it down.
understanding the wiles of fellow humans
is best left to the philosophers and
I'll just be that hermit girl,
again and red mountain dew as that other
fellow dork said.
you must have guessed at;
I fly by a different realm-
I enjoy sun and dizzy calm;
I leave the party to play dungeons & dragons;
I release the smile of always suffering fools;
I can't and won't live it down.
understanding the wiles of fellow humans
is best left to the philosophers and
I'll just be that hermit girl,
again and red mountain dew as that other
fellow dork said.
#LifeStruggles
#confusion
#SelfReflection
#despair
#acceptance
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SELF POEM
Published
11th May 2022 1:48am
11th May 2022 1:48am
cloud song
the clouds care so little
for me.
am i not enough;
does rain not offend me?
does salting you from above
move and quell the child in me?
there are forces within the line of
your face;
it is by far strange, and relic to ancients
long dead; not knowing the rhythm,
not knowing what is right;
not knowing where I'm going
is the
worse under your arms.
for me.
am i not enough;
does rain not offend me?
does salting you from above
move and quell the child in me?
there are forces within the line of
your face;
it is by far strange, and relic to ancients
long dead; not knowing the rhythm,
not knowing what is right;
not knowing where I'm going
is the
worse under your arms.
#depression
#grief
#loneliness #philosophical
#loneliness #philosophical
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SELF POEM
Published
10th May 2022 4:49am
10th May 2022 4:49am
Dragons
I don't understand why life is
going slowly in flares and
I burn across and cry nothing;
maybe mother was right,
all is basic,
all is from a sickness stirred;
all is an inside I cause to tear.
nothing grew, there was grey and
big wheels- around, and around
what joy in such a small act;
nothing grew, all feelings shrink
and knowing you are ending up
the pawn of culture and ending up
like your parents is the lopsided joke
forever more.
I never gave up that slumber is only
for dragons and the...
going slowly in flares and
I burn across and cry nothing;
maybe mother was right,
all is basic,
all is from a sickness stirred;
all is an inside I cause to tear.
nothing grew, there was grey and
big wheels- around, and around
what joy in such a small act;
nothing grew, all feelings shrink
and knowing you are ending up
the pawn of culture and ending up
like your parents is the lopsided joke
forever more.
I never gave up that slumber is only
for dragons and the...
#depression
#memories
#MentalHealth #morality
#MentalHealth #morality
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ANGER POEM
Published
10th May 2022 4:30am
10th May 2022 4:30am
Fog Warning
i don't live in the present as
it's too still.
I wander the wastes of seas
of ice and fog-horned melody.
I was raised on a foot-and-a-half;
between rich and never wanting-
inside as bad as anywhere I preach;
unwanted touch and pressure as my
head turns and turns and I hate myself.
I don't know what belief can call and save;
I watch and pray still til this moment-
half the battle they say is awareness and
I have plenty and I will survive and sort
this present heart.
it's too still.
I wander the wastes of seas
of ice and fog-horned melody.
I was raised on a foot-and-a-half;
between rich and never wanting-
inside as bad as anywhere I preach;
unwanted touch and pressure as my
head turns and turns and I hate myself.
I don't know what belief can call and save;
I watch and pray still til this moment-
half the battle they say is awareness and
I have plenty and I will survive and sort
this present heart.
#sadness
#abuse
#memories #TimeHeals
#memories #TimeHeals
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th May 2022 8:06am
9th May 2022 8:06am
The Way
i knew what would happen.
it was easy to ferret it through;
the long trip home, rain disturbances
not with-standing.
hi.
my name is synonymous with
standards. I am expected in pearls
before labor day; shoes with red bottoms
and no wit to see.
I hunger for none.
I trade in smile and I don't remember.
I hate what had been and that I don't love
the way I should.
the way the romance books say-
the way our grandparents behaved;
the way my insides sweat and moan;
I way you look at me.
I'm...
it was easy to ferret it through;
the long trip home, rain disturbances
not with-standing.
hi.
my name is synonymous with
standards. I am expected in pearls
before labor day; shoes with red bottoms
and no wit to see.
I hunger for none.
I trade in smile and I don't remember.
I hate what had been and that I don't love
the way I should.
the way the romance books say-
the way our grandparents behaved;
the way my insides sweat and moan;
I way you look at me.
I'm...
#relationships
#heartbroken
#ILoveYou #UnrequitedLove
#ILoveYou #UnrequitedLove
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SELF POEM
Published
9th May 2022 7:41am
9th May 2022 7:41am
near perfect
prep work is the pits.
it makes me think, be near
perfect.
i don't want structure; it is
unbearably hipster;
it brings mountains to bear and
i am finished.
perhaps meeting a maker is the
salt of my crust- he is lunar, majestic
and perfect as near can be.
it makes me think, be near
perfect.
i don't want structure; it is
unbearably hipster;
it brings mountains to bear and
i am finished.
perhaps meeting a maker is the
salt of my crust- he is lunar, majestic
and perfect as near can be.
#anxiety
#MentalHealth
#freedom #escape
#freedom #escape
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DARK POEM
Published
4th May 2022 4:29am
4th May 2022 4:29am
thinking creature
i know time is here.
i begged for it to bring
home the barest scratch of
faith,
of reason.
i was a thinking creature until
i met him.
he was inside and i lived.
there was a thin beauty in
adaptions.
it was hurtful
and my head dips from my
lack.
what is the point of building
on false gods; on knowing nothing
and burden?
nothing is ever fruitful in dim;
reading tea leaves and drinking soda
were better.
i begged for it to bring
home the barest scratch of
faith,
of reason.
i was a thinking creature until
i met him.
he was inside and i lived.
there was a thin beauty in
adaptions.
it was hurtful
and my head dips from my
lack.
what is the point of building
on false gods; on knowing nothing
and burden?
nothing is ever fruitful in dim;
reading tea leaves and drinking soda
were better.
#sadness
#abuse
#MentalHealth #SelfWorth
#MentalHealth #SelfWorth
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DARK POEM
Published
4th May 2022 4:11am
4th May 2022 4:11am
reflex
conifer wreaths are splendid
if not taken in context;
they die most unnoticed and
i sit.
the old tan abandoned wreck
was cleared when i went back;
story of my life in rust-form.
i take and don't resist, a form
mellow yet pure. my mind
demands such perceptions.
there were no more echos as it
was 20 years and i am rough and
weakened-
perhaps guilty,
perhaps a prank worthy
of groucho marx.
i don't laugh.
no matter- past is reflex
and i sip wine and don't notice
deepenings;...
if not taken in context;
they die most unnoticed and
i sit.
the old tan abandoned wreck
was cleared when i went back;
story of my life in rust-form.
i take and don't resist, a form
mellow yet pure. my mind
demands such perceptions.
there were no more echos as it
was 20 years and i am rough and
weakened-
perhaps guilty,
perhaps a prank worthy
of groucho marx.
i don't laugh.
no matter- past is reflex
and i sip wine and don't notice
deepenings;...
#sadness
#depression
#breakup #memories
#breakup #memories
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2022 3:16am
22nd Mar 2022 3:16am
main street
I came from far
away and brought
the eddings of me
and the odd tin sound.
just because the sculpture
was pure, it was you and me
and Iowa, grassland wind.
laid down, called and godless;
i love nothing more
pure then a single rose by eggs;
prove it.
cracked but clean but crooked;
you smile and I am 12 again before
my perfect suburban revolt;
i am metallic, and homely and love
is fair again.
away and brought
the eddings of me
and the odd tin sound.
just because the sculpture
was pure, it was you and me
and Iowa, grassland wind.
laid down, called and godless;
i love nothing more
pure then a single rose by eggs;
prove it.
cracked but clean but crooked;
you smile and I am 12 again before
my perfect suburban revolt;
i am metallic, and homely and love
is fair again.
#home
#UnrequitedLove
#FirstLove
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2022 2:49am
22nd Mar 2022 2:49am
hands
there once was upon,
a hand such as mine;
something on it passed the line,
now it's wrapped in gauze.
it dribbled and drabbed,
leaked and looked;
it may never be the same,
minus a few pints.
there was a hill, it was very big,
it's shaded many places but not
too much;
it's cool and nice and time is spent-
frolicking and re-wrapping
the hand that started all this
a hand such as mine;
something on it passed the line,
now it's wrapped in gauze.
it dribbled and drabbed,
leaked and looked;
it may never be the same,
minus a few pints.
there was a hill, it was very big,
it's shaded many places but not
too much;
it's cool and nice and time is spent-
frolicking and re-wrapping
the hand that started all this
#sadness
#depression
#suicide
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