Submissions by jessica_orr (Jessica Orr)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Books:
DARK POEM
Published
15th Oct 2021 2:35am
15th Oct 2021 2:35am
dark-light
you can't understand the far road.
the underside of addiction to the farce
of fear, the canter
of never trusting your hand drawing
any fucking line,
of reading and redoing what is fine.
Growing and stuck, the born not alive,
the crust not saturated with the normal;
I hate the feeling of hating you.
I request the cool, straight relic;
it will power my rise, my tall body,
my curvature straightened to my wet
part,
my leak of being alone too long,
my breasts no more in the dark.
crush and make it hurt.
...
the underside of addiction to the farce
of fear, the canter
of never trusting your hand drawing
any fucking line,
of reading and redoing what is fine.
Growing and stuck, the born not alive,
the crust not saturated with the normal;
I hate the feeling of hating you.
I request the cool, straight relic;
it will power my rise, my tall body,
my curvature straightened to my wet
part,
my leak of being alone too long,
my breasts no more in the dark.
crush and make it hurt.
...
#sex
#death
#suicide
#FeelingLost
#philosophical
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Oct 2021 8:39pm
14th Oct 2021 8:39pm
Plush
the wall, it's solid.
the ear is full of sound
of pounding.
in said relentless ideas.
I have wagered all on you.
it was the best fall since
cashmere in rain.
but it's still leather and
i harden.
poor wretch doesn't.
know.
the ropes.
hands can burn down to my
core. plaster, it hides.
it lives with smooth runs up.
never one to quench;
cool, my face
it traces.
You.
Jessica Orr 2021
the ear is full of sound
of pounding.
in said relentless ideas.
I have wagered all on you.
it was the best fall since
cashmere in rain.
but it's still leather and
i harden.
poor wretch doesn't.
know.
the ropes.
hands can burn down to my
core. plaster, it hides.
it lives with smooth runs up.
never one to quench;
cool, my face
it traces.
You.
Jessica Orr 2021
#love
#breakup
#lover #UnrequitedLove
#lover #UnrequitedLove
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Oct 2021 11:56am
14th Oct 2021 11:56am
now is this feeling
rain came down, and
it washes the murder
of this future created-
it is the result of effort.
the dawn called and fell
back;
no place to feel.
or live.
I got wet
it washes the murder
of this future created-
it is the result of effort.
the dawn called and fell
back;
no place to feel.
or live.
I got wet
#death
#despair
#disappointment
268 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Oct 2021 2:17am
14th Oct 2021 2:17am
curling lips
so I did what you wanted, wanted-
lean mechanisms and strong needs;
it was the first moon before the plague,
and I long for curing your lips.
when the first moments manifests me;
I am the molasses of spheres in winter
and i carry cold love into heated halls
and its a mess.
I am the bringer of tidings of wisdom:
forgot not I disappear at-will;
know not the feelings of another
lean mechanisms and strong needs;
it was the first moon before the plague,
and I long for curing your lips.
when the first moments manifests me;
I am the molasses of spheres in winter
and i carry cold love into heated halls
and its a mess.
I am the bringer of tidings of wisdom:
forgot not I disappear at-will;
know not the feelings of another
#love
#strength
#UnrequitedLove
263 reads
7 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Oct 2021 2:05am
14th Oct 2021 2:05am
blur of color
the only way is
remembering the tail end
of the comet in her;
it flew close and joy
and it loves the sizzle.
memory closes the gap
between stars and shoelaces;
I tied the bear of it;
so many summer and woods
and catching frogs-
she was the charge.
there is the blur of yourself
mixing the colors of thoughts
of days, of years in
the space of glowing wonder,
of the shooting grin
of first kiss.
remembering the tail end
of the comet in her;
it flew close and joy
and it loves the sizzle.
memory closes the gap
between stars and shoelaces;
I tied the bear of it;
so many summer and woods
and catching frogs-
she was the charge.
there is the blur of yourself
mixing the colors of thoughts
of days, of years in
the space of glowing wonder,
of the shooting grin
of first kiss.
#childhood
#memories
#FallingInLove
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Oct 2021 8:43pm
12th Oct 2021 8:43pm
Behind There
it bounces around,
in a head. it says hello.
I don't know it was alive.
I wanted to but.
so many...conditions.
too many...bad thoughts.
I knew the answer
before it was given.
it was round but didn't move.
I am alone in a world
of cubes.
in a head. it says hello.
I don't know it was alive.
I wanted to but.
so many...conditions.
too many...bad thoughts.
I knew the answer
before it was given.
it was round but didn't move.
I am alone in a world
of cubes.
#loneliness
#SelfReflection
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
12th Oct 2021 11:43am
12th Oct 2021 11:43am
Babylon
#anxiety
#narrative
#FeelingLost
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Oct 2021 00:53am
12th Oct 2021 00:53am
spit polish
a second life to be loved
is astronomical- it baffles,
and clicks return to spit-polish,
and an open garage door and singing
crickets and loudness.
you know time is a fast raffle, and
I ticketed out before I knew riches, I
thought
I had the secret, but
it was static.
in the ends perhaps,
knowing is equivalent to everything;
watering the past and building the
present or future; it's
the same thing, it's what I see
and hear and smell the forest
outside, this is the best, the riches
of propped...
is astronomical- it baffles,
and clicks return to spit-polish,
and an open garage door and singing
crickets and loudness.
you know time is a fast raffle, and
I ticketed out before I knew riches, I
thought
I had the secret, but
it was static.
in the ends perhaps,
knowing is equivalent to everything;
watering the past and building the
present or future; it's
the same thing, it's what I see
and hear and smell the forest
outside, this is the best, the riches
of propped...
#hope
#nature
#TimeHeals
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Oct 2021 00:52am
12th Oct 2021 00:52am
untitled
i love sometimes
and sometimes
it matters.
a blend of moments,
one was good;
others i don't ask
their
name.
it's better to bear
a feather and hurt
then a moment
under pressure
of a wet sound
that he heard and
said your
a worthless
whore.
so my seasons
are warm;
i enjoy a walk,
and dress to bear.
but i discovered
I am amongst
scattered resistance;
tingle is smile-
i have found breadcrumbs.
and sometimes
it matters.
a blend of moments,
one was good;
others i don't ask
their
name.
it's better to bear
a feather and hurt
then a moment
under pressure
of a wet sound
that he heard and
said your
a worthless
whore.
so my seasons
are warm;
i enjoy a walk,
and dress to bear.
but i discovered
I am amongst
scattered resistance;
tingle is smile-
i have found breadcrumbs.
#sadness
#abuse
#suicide
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Oct 2021 2:40pm
11th Oct 2021 2:40pm
Sew
traveling along equal distance,
along the rails of my kind.
you mention the control, neatness.
i turn around.
in me there was the sound of
straight spin thread, and i sewed.
it comes apart and i
can't
make it whole.
just, just wanting the suck of
clean air and a reasonable peace;
an epic sitting not upon a barbwire fence-
it's you, it's free, it's possible,
i maybe smile
along the rails of my kind.
you mention the control, neatness.
i turn around.
in me there was the sound of
straight spin thread, and i sewed.
it comes apart and i
can't
make it whole.
just, just wanting the suck of
clean air and a reasonable peace;
an epic sitting not upon a barbwire fence-
it's you, it's free, it's possible,
i maybe smile
#sadness
#loneliness
#despair
195 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
11th Oct 2021 2:32pm
11th Oct 2021 2:32pm
Fraternity
to the great coursing of kinds-
stop thinking.
a bird's throw is yet to near;
the wind can trample and tear
sails and that incessant yapping.
i maybe go through life aborted
to my wants but i'm
go-go in boots and no one knows
the pits and falls;
heads hurt and it's just another
wingspan flap opportunity
stop thinking.
a bird's throw is yet to near;
the wind can trample and tear
sails and that incessant yapping.
i maybe go through life aborted
to my wants but i'm
go-go in boots and no one knows
the pits and falls;
heads hurt and it's just another
wingspan flap opportunity
#anxiety
#rejection
260 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Oct 2021 5:04am
11th Oct 2021 5:04am
Extravagance
fire & it brought me more;
more extravengance that I ever knew-
I knew it all, the riches of cheek;
the extravagance and many ways-
the choice was easy and the
foreseen repeat of your heart forever.
but below me-
you are heaven and
i crash down, down to the base;
the last one of my kind,
refusal is death.
it was called in.
there is a mistress,
and she sells ghastly hands;
decks shuffled wrong;
extravagance and many ways-
the choice was easy and
foreseen.
more extravengance that I ever knew-
I knew it all, the riches of cheek;
the extravagance and many ways-
the choice was easy and the
foreseen repeat of your heart forever.
but below me-
you are heaven and
i crash down, down to the base;
the last one of my kind,
refusal is death.
it was called in.
there is a mistress,
and she sells ghastly hands;
decks shuffled wrong;
extravagance and many ways-
the choice was easy and
foreseen.
#depression
#breakup
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