Submissions by kourtnissixxx
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
17th Aug 2022 11:31am
17th Aug 2022 11:31am
Aristotle can go f**k himself
Pleasure in the job
puts perfection
in work"
he speaks
but i hear nothing
beyond the slight
ringing
in my ears
i can't see
but my hands
understand the
routine
i respond
to the dissonance
on cue
Can i get you anything else?
muscle memory takes over
the laugh
the walk
the exchange
typing in his 5 star points
i look up
and see him
for the first time
today
his beard is unkempt
and his eyes
are kind ...
puts perfection
in work"
he speaks
but i hear nothing
beyond the slight
ringing
in my ears
i can't see
but my hands
understand the
routine
i respond
to the dissonance
on cue
Can i get you anything else?
muscle memory takes over
the laugh
the walk
the exchange
typing in his 5 star points
i look up
and see him
for the first time
today
his beard is unkempt
and his eyes
are kind ...
#job
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jul 2022 9:01am
26th Jul 2022 9:01am
Fantasy
Like most beautiful things
you are haunted
and wounded
and I flinch
gasp
when
your soul spills
out of your control
like a maddening
ocean of mystery
like a wild fire
of dancing dragons
glorious in the wind
and devastating
to the earth
suffocating beneath their
passions and furys
-like a soft smile
incessant for
blood and magic
a thousand years
of spells and potions
that read
eat me
drink me
bury me
in a twilight garden
like a bundle...
you are haunted
and wounded
and I flinch
gasp
when
your soul spills
out of your control
like a maddening
ocean of mystery
like a wild fire
of dancing dragons
glorious in the wind
and devastating
to the earth
suffocating beneath their
passions and furys
-like a soft smile
incessant for
blood and magic
a thousand years
of spells and potions
that read
eat me
drink me
bury me
in a twilight garden
like a bundle...
#magic
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Feb 2022 9:55am
21st Feb 2022 9:55am
Light in the darkness
I am your friend
A soul for your soul.
A place for your life.
Home.
Know this."
I wanted so badly to message her
but she deserves better
than other peoples
drunken
insecurities
at 2am
I always felt
like a woman of fire
and that made loving hard
to say the least
but this
this is a poem
and I am a writer
and she makes me want
to scream
so profoundly
and loudly
that it doesn't just scar with emotion
but it lifts me off my feet ...
A soul for your soul.
A place for your life.
Home.
Know this."
I wanted so badly to message her
but she deserves better
than other peoples
drunken
insecurities
at 2am
I always felt
like a woman of fire
and that made loving hard
to say the least
but this
this is a poem
and I am a writer
and she makes me want
to scream
so profoundly
and loudly
that it doesn't just scar with emotion
but it lifts me off my feet ...
#love
#friendship
#fire
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Feb 2022 9:30am
21st Feb 2022 9:30am
Dead spots
I am angry that I starved my brain
and that I sat shivering in my bed at night
instead of dancing
or reading poetry
or eating ice cream
or kissing a boy
or maybe a girl
with gentle lips and strong hands"
..We're world changers and we're settling. Its killing us alive. Its time to break these stupid fucking chains..
i am angry to learn about the dead spots
in my brain
how i all but willed them
into living monsters
that keep me up
at all hours of the night
and take away ...
and that I sat shivering in my bed at night
instead of dancing
or reading poetry
or eating ice cream
or kissing a boy
or maybe a girl
with gentle lips and strong hands"
..We're world changers and we're settling. Its killing us alive. Its time to break these stupid fucking chains..
i am angry to learn about the dead spots
in my brain
how i all but willed them
into living monsters
that keep me up
at all hours of the night
and take away ...
#sadness
#anger
#addiction
691 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jun 2020 8:08am
6th Jun 2020 8:08am
Grass is always greener (Existential crisis)
double barrel jack
two shots
back to
back
i danced
and washed the dishes
you chuckled
somewhere
lips versed
in covet words of
I miss having fun
like that
like an
ellipsis illness
so i
day trip
timeskip
replay
neon angels
on the road to ruin
before inevitable
cognitive dissonance
you wait
for the kids
exhausted
contemplate
an affair
with the
strawberry moon
after hours
i mirror that sentiment ...
two shots
back to
back
i danced
and washed the dishes
you chuckled
somewhere
lips versed
in covet words of
I miss having fun
like that
like an
ellipsis illness
so i
day trip
timeskip
replay
neon angels
on the road to ruin
before inevitable
cognitive dissonance
you wait
for the kids
exhausted
contemplate
an affair
with the
strawberry moon
after hours
i mirror that sentiment ...
#friendship
#SelfReflection
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jun 2020 7:51am
6th Jun 2020 7:51am
Smoking with strangers
I loved her so much, how can she be dead?
What kind of world does this?
Who does this?"
Fuck your dad.
Can I borrow your lighter?
She wasn't pretty in the conventional
Bettie Page inspired
modest
highschool princess
with a smile that recaptures
the morning dew
between the creases
of her laugh lines
surface
sense.
Or even in a
scrapped knee
ripped out riot grrl jacket pocket patch
burnt out
but I'm still right here
on a savage revolution
for hard truths ...
What kind of world does this?
Who does this?"
Fuck your dad.
Can I borrow your lighter?
She wasn't pretty in the conventional
Bettie Page inspired
modest
highschool princess
with a smile that recaptures
the morning dew
between the creases
of her laugh lines
surface
sense.
Or even in a
scrapped knee
ripped out riot grrl jacket pocket patch
burnt out
but I'm still right here
on a savage revolution
for hard truths ...
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SELF POEM
Published
11th May 2020 3:24pm
11th May 2020 3:24pm
We thought we merely scratched the surface
in reality
we carved out a fissure
right down
to the pretty pink bone marrow
i tried to stitch
a cord threaded
with remnants
of dust and ice
between the fossa
of my ribcage
to keep the
whimpers frozen
before spilling out
onto your mother's
freshly spritzed carpet
but my stupid hands
kept shaking
and the threads
would start to unfasten
after every two-ta-three loops
the wound...
we carved out a fissure
right down
to the pretty pink bone marrow
i tried to stitch
a cord threaded
with remnants
of dust and ice
between the fossa
of my ribcage
to keep the
whimpers frozen
before spilling out
onto your mother's
freshly spritzed carpet
but my stupid hands
kept shaking
and the threads
would start to unfasten
after every two-ta-three loops
the wound...
#confessional
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Nov 2019 3:02pm
26th Nov 2019 3:02pm
Staring at the sky
Nobody's going to bother with my strings
because i stutter like a half shattered instrument
out of tune
and ultimately missing an a string,
So loud,
so agonizing;
I ripped the string away
so many moon's ago.
Make me better,
make this better,
make my life lipstick and print
makers mark
whiskey bitter-
my bass sounds like something empty.
I'm haunted by destructive melodies
wreaking havoc on my heartstrings
and well,
someone said i shake like a bad vibrato in wake of you're bad memory,
and i have to say...
because i stutter like a half shattered instrument
out of tune
and ultimately missing an a string,
So loud,
so agonizing;
I ripped the string away
so many moon's ago.
Make me better,
make this better,
make my life lipstick and print
makers mark
whiskey bitter-
my bass sounds like something empty.
I'm haunted by destructive melodies
wreaking havoc on my heartstrings
and well,
someone said i shake like a bad vibrato in wake of you're bad memory,
and i have to say...
#nostalgia
857 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2019 10:39pm
2nd Nov 2019 10:39pm
We are shifting (you and i)
Writers aren't exactly people...
They're a whole bunch of people
trying to be one person."
What is it that you want from me?
Dear girl,
didn't anyone ever teach you
that you can't force
from the mind
what you deny
in the soul?
Soul
my soul has been sleeping
and we are
vertiginous in nature-
dyed in pretty shades
of insipid apologia
and the barron promise
of a poetic malignance
that beats against my calloused
heart like a war maidens
deafened battle cry. ...
They're a whole bunch of people
trying to be one person."
What is it that you want from me?
Dear girl,
didn't anyone ever teach you
that you can't force
from the mind
what you deny
in the soul?
Soul
my soul has been sleeping
and we are
vertiginous in nature-
dyed in pretty shades
of insipid apologia
and the barron promise
of a poetic malignance
that beats against my calloused
heart like a war maidens
deafened battle cry. ...
#identity
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Nov 2019 9:44am
1st Nov 2019 9:44am
Take a step back
Your brown-not-black eyes piss me off
and i hate
that i have to struggle
that i have to try to explain
what it looks like
for an array of words
to look like just that
that they never fail to make me
feel pretentious
and the truth is
all of those 90's bitches
faked it so hard
that all i could do was to take away
how good it felt
to say no
that i didn't care
no i don't need you
no i am immortal
my eyes are open and i bleed
only for the sake of
what i want to read
but amid those dreams...
and i hate
that i have to struggle
that i have to try to explain
what it looks like
for an array of words
to look like just that
that they never fail to make me
feel pretentious
and the truth is
all of those 90's bitches
faked it so hard
that all i could do was to take away
how good it felt
to say no
that i didn't care
no i don't need you
no i am immortal
my eyes are open and i bleed
only for the sake of
what i want to read
but amid those dreams...
#SelfWorth
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Nov 2019 9:19am
1st Nov 2019 9:19am
Untitled (the void?)
Are you angry all the time because you like the way it feels, or is it merely a desperate defense against experiencing true intimacy with others?"
You look well
Hardly
that rose tint sees what it wants
as it's whisked away sweetly
filtered
where this dreamy exposure
of october winds
and dim amber bled star lights
flutter against our moonbeam bleached skin
like a gilded veil
of translucent fairy thin wings
twitching and emulating
with therapeutic illusion
that's ultimately superficial ...
You look well
Hardly
that rose tint sees what it wants
as it's whisked away sweetly
filtered
where this dreamy exposure
of october winds
and dim amber bled star lights
flutter against our moonbeam bleached skin
like a gilded veil
of translucent fairy thin wings
twitching and emulating
with therapeutic illusion
that's ultimately superficial ...
#friendship
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2019 3:17pm
23rd Aug 2019 3:17pm
Sleep paralysis
you pass out
crying
into a dead, dream-less sleep
well, you do almost
atleast,
and then
almost as if on cue,
a violent electricity
crackles hard;
it ricochets down your spine
like a wild lightening
dancing in your periphery-
a foreshadow
that is ultimately
predicting a red
tunnel vision
from your soul
eyes flutter-
yet those stupid limbs
of yours struggle wildly
for any freedom until
the point of a fraile bone
that's now
piercing a sensitive spot ...
crying
into a dead, dream-less sleep
well, you do almost
atleast,
and then
almost as if on cue,
a violent electricity
crackles hard;
it ricochets down your spine
like a wild lightening
dancing in your periphery-
a foreshadow
that is ultimately
predicting a red
tunnel vision
from your soul
eyes flutter-
yet those stupid limbs
of yours struggle wildly
for any freedom until
the point of a fraile bone
that's now
piercing a sensitive spot ...
#sleep
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