Submissions by jessica_orr (Jessica Orr)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Books:
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Mar 2022 4:29am
7th Mar 2022 4:29am
Modesty of Fear
staring into air.
i am the model of futility;
seeing the best side is
always missed.
sundays came and went
and I still live in
modesty of fear of
days to come.
there is a secret sound and
i own much; see the sewing behind
curtains,
rods and the reality is not what
you think.
canter and melt-down to bed;
truth is soreness and not getting
to ingrained in
passages and stories of castles
and dreams as it's
in you.
i am the model of futility;
seeing the best side is
always missed.
sundays came and went
and I still live in
modesty of fear of
days to come.
there is a secret sound and
i own much; see the sewing behind
curtains,
rods and the reality is not what
you think.
canter and melt-down to bed;
truth is soreness and not getting
to ingrained in
passages and stories of castles
and dreams as it's
in you.
#sadness
#loneliness
#frustration #emptiness
#frustration #emptiness
227 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Mar 2022 10:39pm
4th Mar 2022 10:39pm
Mirage
I am but hardened.
a plaster mirage but I
heard something.
over there, concrete alleys to
that gate.
muffled I can't, I can't
I descend.
I look.
I cry.
I am the one in this crypt.
a plaster mirage but I
heard something.
over there, concrete alleys to
that gate.
muffled I can't, I can't
I descend.
I look.
I cry.
I am the one in this crypt.
#sadness
#ghosts
363 reads
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
4th Mar 2022 4:28am
4th Mar 2022 4:28am
Circle of Light
I live in a circle of light.
it blinds and I step outside
of it;
I can't see anymore within
and depend on the outer beings,
will they like me?
I am not understanding voices
as they speak out-ese, but they
comb my hair and feed me
yummy things.
i finally see after about 1 year-
I am in a cage and they are
tenderizing me.
yum.
it blinds and I step outside
of it;
I can't see anymore within
and depend on the outer beings,
will they like me?
I am not understanding voices
as they speak out-ese, but they
comb my hair and feed me
yummy things.
i finally see after about 1 year-
I am in a cage and they are
tenderizing me.
yum.
#monsters
#aliens
#nightmares #scifi
#nightmares #scifi
244 reads
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
4th Mar 2022 4:20am
4th Mar 2022 4:20am
Brought to bear
somewhere there lived her.
so many facets, six eyes, blonde
hair and stroke down;
i saw so many universes.
the worse day was the move,
the French breeze and I swong
down the alley to bear witness
and I was taken aback to her world.
brought to bear, to be on display,
I wagered my life was so sad
and wish for mediocre place
were I was.
did it happen? Escape,I broke to the place
I brought to bear and made to the door back;
mediocre but not important,
she, 6 blue eyes and hair of hay
was a star and...
so many facets, six eyes, blonde
hair and stroke down;
i saw so many universes.
the worse day was the move,
the French breeze and I swong
down the alley to bear witness
and I was taken aback to her world.
brought to bear, to be on display,
I wagered my life was so sad
and wish for mediocre place
were I was.
did it happen? Escape,I broke to the place
I brought to bear and made to the door back;
mediocre but not important,
she, 6 blue eyes and hair of hay
was a star and...
#misunderstood
#aliens
#magic
#philosophical
#scifi
281 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Mar 2022 3:51pm
1st Mar 2022 3:51pm
Mr. Wiggles
the milk cartons reminded her-
the child needed a sip of;
and changing more than
made up, for
returning Iktsuarpok to
my husband.
I kept him 9 months, be it hurt
or love, Iktsuarpok and reminder,
I used to be selfish, no time but
his cute face now.
grass and very serious hunt,
he crawls and I Iktsuarpok it;
love hurts so much but the
world
is my child.
the child needed a sip of;
and changing more than
made up, for
returning Iktsuarpok to
my husband.
I kept him 9 months, be it hurt
or love, Iktsuarpok and reminder,
I used to be selfish, no time but
his cute face now.
grass and very serious hunt,
he crawls and I Iktsuarpok it;
love hurts so much but the
world
is my child.
#happiness
#love
#children
#birth
#motherhood
260 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Mar 2022 3:35am
1st Mar 2022 3:35am
Eyes
eyes perfume round-abouts
and little-league pitches:
and melt with so much drama;
stranger in a strange place again.
forbid the transparency of air, and soot
and the tears once upon the first vision-
train-set, Room bigger than heaven
and angels do love you.
and little-league pitches:
and melt with so much drama;
stranger in a strange place again.
forbid the transparency of air, and soot
and the tears once upon the first vision-
train-set, Room bigger than heaven
and angels do love you.
#kindness
#inspirational
#admiration #respect
#admiration #respect
256 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Mar 2022 3:25am
1st Mar 2022 3:25am
Filthy animal
I get motivated by
nothing much;
just the connections
between sun and face-up.
so sometimes it can be
still,
sunning like some filthy
animal in some pure,
place- who builds a block,
and forces stop the burns,
knowing which is what,
i go back to the heat.
will it, or push- it does matter;
the eyes have it and you, bunched;
terry cloth, and bound;
will skill or luck tell my fortune-
I don't know as I flip over and
sun my back.
nothing much;
just the connections
between sun and face-up.
so sometimes it can be
still,
sunning like some filthy
animal in some pure,
place- who builds a block,
and forces stop the burns,
knowing which is what,
i go back to the heat.
will it, or push- it does matter;
the eyes have it and you, bunched;
terry cloth, and bound;
will skill or luck tell my fortune-
I don't know as I flip over and
sun my back.
#depression
#MentalHealth
#FeelingLost
#suffering
#FeelingTrapped
268 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2022 00:25am
23rd Feb 2022 00:25am
bullet-proof
The ease of buying,
the gift of hearing;
lifting a finger has
always been a pleasure.
a function of a ratio
that they fear is
always right;
take the kiddies to the theme park in
gorge of hot-dog with
cokes;
lemmings
spend,
spend,
spend.
I lock and step to
tunes that draw like
the cartoon smell that
rises me to the sky;
immunity is a white shag
of a movie script,
I am no super girl
made of bullet-proof
wits that can talk
a man to shame;
I endeavor to listen, ...
the gift of hearing;
lifting a finger has
always been a pleasure.
a function of a ratio
that they fear is
always right;
take the kiddies to the theme park in
gorge of hot-dog with
cokes;
lemmings
spend,
spend,
spend.
I lock and step to
tunes that draw like
the cartoon smell that
rises me to the sky;
immunity is a white shag
of a movie script,
I am no super girl
made of bullet-proof
wits that can talk
a man to shame;
I endeavor to listen, ...
#LifeStruggles
#consumerism
#FeelingLost #culture
#FeelingLost #culture
250 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2022 00:17am
23rd Feb 2022 00:17am
pecked
it's time now
to go back to feeling some;
i got touched deeply when,
i believe good crossed and
pecked.
if standing, crossed taxi cabs;
if fear in every blare or false
word would utterly incapacitate or
lull me to sleep.
hearing and letting in tempered mites,
and eat and speak and tell me to buy;
nothing stops mac & cheese- puzzles or
movie with gorgeous love scenes. weak.
it's time. rust flecks my eye and tight;
nothing like fear and
supernovas would be kind;
seed scatters, and
i rinse...
to go back to feeling some;
i got touched deeply when,
i believe good crossed and
pecked.
if standing, crossed taxi cabs;
if fear in every blare or false
word would utterly incapacitate or
lull me to sleep.
hearing and letting in tempered mites,
and eat and speak and tell me to buy;
nothing stops mac & cheese- puzzles or
movie with gorgeous love scenes. weak.
it's time. rust flecks my eye and tight;
nothing like fear and
supernovas would be kind;
seed scatters, and
i rinse...
#courage
#MentalHealth
#FeelingLost
209 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2022 3:22am
22nd Feb 2022 3:22am
exact moments
I wanted to know
the truth;
inside of me.
there's guilt,
a long line
of clothing ever drying
in a wind with caring
cradles,
of gone mother's touch
and daddy's voice
pitching deep
in exact moments.
the truth;
inside of me.
there's guilt,
a long line
of clothing ever drying
in a wind with caring
cradles,
of gone mother's touch
and daddy's voice
pitching deep
in exact moments.
#parent
#heartbroken
#abuse #SelfWorth
#abuse #SelfWorth
334 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2022 3:10am
22nd Feb 2022 3:10am
black magic
so you say daydreams can't.
i wait beside the spell and
it's black, with magic;
i resign to a smile and
die in cannot.
slow, up amongst us now.
there is no barred slogan,
no fear of damnation-
i do love, and you see.
not everyone sees the day-
sees the light inside so many
totems- they pretend around,
they mock what was said, what is;
what i said about the end of this world.
are a ready? salute, and march was fortnight;
the rim is cuspid and our world is bedazzled-
nice, nice, what?, what? gamma...
i wait beside the spell and
it's black, with magic;
i resign to a smile and
die in cannot.
slow, up amongst us now.
there is no barred slogan,
no fear of damnation-
i do love, and you see.
not everyone sees the day-
sees the light inside so many
totems- they pretend around,
they mock what was said, what is;
what i said about the end of this world.
are a ready? salute, and march was fortnight;
the rim is cuspid and our world is bedazzled-
nice, nice, what?, what? gamma...
#hope
#ILoveYou
#dreams
#faith
#TruthOfLife
348 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Dec 2021 2:54am
20th Dec 2021 2:54am
terabithia 1
a bridge we cross,
i don't know why;
i go with you,
you steady and
guide.
bridge to terabithia,
wash me away;
to hope,
to love
to my rightful place
i don't know why;
i go with you,
you steady and
guide.
bridge to terabithia,
wash me away;
to hope,
to love
to my rightful place
#hope
#relationships
#suicide
#FeelingLost
#hurt
401 reads
1 Comment
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