Submissions by kissthesky
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
ANGER POEM
Published
5th Nov 2022 9:49am
5th Nov 2022 9:49am
idfc if it doesn't even make sense vol. one
can't even fuckin figure out if
today is still
today
or not
or if it's
friday
or
saturday by technicality
but possibly still technically
friday
for the oooh!..possums
and maybe
this shift
has my circadian rhythm
just
bamboozled
but maybe
i'm just
blame shifting
despite their calls of "sunrise"
during twilight hours
forever finding myself awaiting
this.. j-o-b
to ring-a-schwing-schwing
yeah, batter-batter-batter ...
today is still
today
or not
or if it's
friday
or
saturday by technicality
but possibly still technically
friday
for the oooh!..possums
and maybe
this shift
has my circadian rhythm
just
bamboozled
but maybe
i'm just
blame shifting
despite their calls of "sunrise"
during twilight hours
forever finding myself awaiting
this.. j-o-b
to ring-a-schwing-schwing
yeah, batter-batter-batter ...
#loneliness
#motherhood
#emptiness
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Aug 2022 9:29am
5th Aug 2022 9:29am
lights, camera, bloodsplatter
mr owl
how many ounces of alcohol
does it take to get to the center
of self-undoing
at exactly what hour of the night
do shots of liquor
begin to taste like heartache
and grief
while
festering secrets of
your conscience
threaten to materialize
in front of
an audience; each body, an observant vessel
emanating a thin veil of carbon dew
tiny drops animating the lense of perspective
silently waiting
collective disconnect further
clouded
by...
how many ounces of alcohol
does it take to get to the center
of self-undoing
at exactly what hour of the night
do shots of liquor
begin to taste like heartache
and grief
while
festering secrets of
your conscience
threaten to materialize
in front of
an audience; each body, an observant vessel
emanating a thin veil of carbon dew
tiny drops animating the lense of perspective
silently waiting
collective disconnect further
clouded
by...
#grief
#MentalHealth
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DRUGS POEM
Published
5th Aug 2022 9:24am
5th Aug 2022 9:24am
crack is whack
the art of suffering
becomes a balancing act
once you begin
to understand that
mediocrity
is a desirable objective
when posed
comparably
to the looming shadows
of sleeping poppy fields-
certain to
foist their authority;
autocratic in gesture,
emblazoning a blueprint
of forged ambiguity
upon a flesh bound canvas
woven together by
the tactile essence
of exposed vulnerability
and however grueling an experience
to sift through ...
becomes a balancing act
once you begin
to understand that
mediocrity
is a desirable objective
when posed
comparably
to the looming shadows
of sleeping poppy fields-
certain to
foist their authority;
autocratic in gesture,
emblazoning a blueprint
of forged ambiguity
upon a flesh bound canvas
woven together by
the tactile essence
of exposed vulnerability
and however grueling an experience
to sift through ...
#MentalHealth
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Dec 2021 11:25pm
29th Dec 2021 11:25pm
catnip daydreamz
pressing fingers to the dirt,
burying self within the epidermis of
earth
an exercise in lucidity
manifesting manipulation
of psychoactive particles
gathering our scattered fragments;
essence treated as props to set a stage,
confined by aesthetic
to design
the obscurity of divinity inside of a co-habitated vessel
pieced back together surmounting the construction of a picasso sequence
herein
alcohol by any other name would
preface the same
alchemical equation
to
decree such findings; ...
burying self within the epidermis of
earth
an exercise in lucidity
manifesting manipulation
of psychoactive particles
gathering our scattered fragments;
essence treated as props to set a stage,
confined by aesthetic
to design
the obscurity of divinity inside of a co-habitated vessel
pieced back together surmounting the construction of a picasso sequence
herein
alcohol by any other name would
preface the same
alchemical equation
to
decree such findings; ...
#LifeStruggles
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Dec 2021 11:22pm
29th Dec 2021 11:22pm
ruby's back pack
glistening arrows mapped through dark corridors
guide the panic of tourists on a stampeding search party
seeking
screeching red lights
hoisted steadily above the nearest emergency exit;
only the most ruthless
would define
salvation at the cost of scuffed wood paneling to be a fair price;
those more
integrated
with affluence
into
the art of hustle
assume hysteria to be a taxing disposition to resourceful observation
when the width of the threshold shines precedent,...
guide the panic of tourists on a stampeding search party
seeking
screeching red lights
hoisted steadily above the nearest emergency exit;
only the most ruthless
would define
salvation at the cost of scuffed wood paneling to be a fair price;
those more
integrated
with affluence
into
the art of hustle
assume hysteria to be a taxing disposition to resourceful observation
when the width of the threshold shines precedent,...
#secrets
#politics
#rebellion
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Feb 2021 8:57am
27th Feb 2021 8:57am
say it with your chest hair
Life is absolutely
fucking
fickle,
and it certainly does not attempt
to
veil its
truth
nor
flounder
about within the shadows of deception or
facade
nor present itself
to
be anything but;
yet, our human, even
with
possession of
that
knowledge;
some even having been bestowed a manuscript of lessons correlating aim
for
this
particular perceived
wisdom,
still contrives
to
err in such a
way
that
...
fucking
fickle,
and it certainly does not attempt
to
veil its
truth
nor
flounder
about within the shadows of deception or
facade
nor present itself
to
be anything but;
yet, our human, even
with
possession of
that
knowledge;
some even having been bestowed a manuscript of lessons correlating aim
for
this
particular perceived
wisdom,
still contrives
to
err in such a
way
that
...
#grief
#gratitude
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Dec 2020 2:20am
16th Dec 2020 2:20am
galactic synapse
the paradox
in
a soul contract
is
discovering
resentment growing, relations withering
yet the
signature penned next
to your own
co-signed on a dotted-line
still
feels like electricity
simple sensations
of
minute, rippling pulsations
not familiarity
nor lust
nor comfort
just
little touches
of
electric
in
a soul contract
is
discovering
resentment growing, relations withering
yet the
signature penned next
to your own
co-signed on a dotted-line
still
feels like electricity
simple sensations
of
minute, rippling pulsations
not familiarity
nor lust
nor comfort
just
little touches
of
electric
#love
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Aug 2020 8:54am
10th Aug 2020 8:54am
airbnbeforedawnwefeast
the pendulum swing of your thoughts
interrupted
by the silence of a hollow gaze
blown away in the wind
and how disheartening
to feel
a diamond may be forever
but forever is only as long
as
the last breath you
inhale,
as the diaphragm struggles to persevere
exhale,
as such inordinate scintillation transmutes
internally;
formerly
a golden glory,
now a graveyard for decaying ambition
surrounded by neon lights
signaling cue for the audience to applaud;
what a harrowing call for
the...
interrupted
by the silence of a hollow gaze
blown away in the wind
and how disheartening
to feel
a diamond may be forever
but forever is only as long
as
the last breath you
inhale,
as the diaphragm struggles to persevere
exhale,
as such inordinate scintillation transmutes
internally;
formerly
a golden glory,
now a graveyard for decaying ambition
surrounded by neon lights
signaling cue for the audience to applaud;
what a harrowing call for
the...
#betrayal
#travel
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Aug 2020 8:45am
10th Aug 2020 8:45am
caesar's charades
sinking feeling, still seeking salvation
yet finding nothing in your own wake
except
a crystalline silhouette
masquerading before sunrise
beneath the fragments of a stranger that you once called by name
perhaps a ghost to pirouette upon the horizon
amongst
the illusion
of feeling awe-struck
and captivated
unravelled, thread by thread
to find our thoughts war-torn,
and held captive
fear not the sun,
it did not deceive you
look not to the moon,
it cannot provide refuge
this hole you dug from...
yet finding nothing in your own wake
except
a crystalline silhouette
masquerading before sunrise
beneath the fragments of a stranger that you once called by name
perhaps a ghost to pirouette upon the horizon
amongst
the illusion
of feeling awe-struck
and captivated
unravelled, thread by thread
to find our thoughts war-torn,
and held captive
fear not the sun,
it did not deceive you
look not to the moon,
it cannot provide refuge
this hole you dug from...
#morning
#addiction
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th May 2020 3:10am
20th May 2020 3:10am
extracting guidance from a forgotten monologue
extracting guidance from a forgotten monologue:
the younger siblings' perilous plight amongst covid ops and the public resource bandit
ft lee harvey oswald
hear yee, hear yee
don't breathe over here
please
yeet yeet, brother
better count
that six feet
over;
unless you'd rather
that six feet
under;
or perhaps
just stay
that six feet under
the cover of your own roof;
as
the horsemen of the
public health and safety
militia
implore ...
the younger siblings' perilous plight amongst covid ops and the public resource bandit
ft lee harvey oswald
hear yee, hear yee
don't breathe over here
please
yeet yeet, brother
better count
that six feet
over;
unless you'd rather
that six feet
under;
or perhaps
just stay
that six feet under
the cover of your own roof;
as
the horsemen of the
public health and safety
militia
implore ...
#politics
#drugs
#rebellion
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Apr 2020 11:38am
28th Apr 2020 11:38am
stay golden, lou-evil
to
harness
your divine
feminine
to
emulate
your natural
mystique
is the understanding
that
a mere crescent shape
outlined by the corner
of your lips
can afford you any wonder
you may
desire
in this lifetime
and
whichever clever being
that told you
money cannot buy happiness
has
clearly
never been stranded
in a foreign metropolitan jungle
to ponder the idea
that
money can buy you
gasoline
and
a tank full of gas
can take you home
harness
your divine
feminine
to
emulate
your natural
mystique
is the understanding
that
a mere crescent shape
outlined by the corner
of your lips
can afford you any wonder
you may
desire
in this lifetime
and
whichever clever being
that told you
money cannot buy happiness
has
clearly
never been stranded
in a foreign metropolitan jungle
to ponder the idea
that
money can buy you
gasoline
and
a tank full of gas
can take you home
#home
#travel
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Apr 2020 11:16am
28th Apr 2020 11:16am
redwood voyage
when life begins to feel
as if
the death you've grieved
outnumbers
the planes
you've counted in the sky
it sure becomes more
and more
difficult
to always be a fucking gangster
as if
the death you've grieved
outnumbers
the planes
you've counted in the sky
it sure becomes more
and more
difficult
to always be a fucking gangster
#grief
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