Submissions by kourtnissixxx
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Feb 2018 9:56pm
6th Feb 2018 9:56pm
To the girl in Pisces i swallow my words in silence for
(invasion of the
mind)
her psyche petals out
as vermilion hued
self-immolation
from the repressed screaming
that's tucked behind
her ribs
There is an urgency
neck deep and rapidly collapsing
admist the flooding
trenches
stripped from
her soul
Every frenzied breath
is drenched
by the guise of
existence
cascading
ever further
from her realm of reality
(fog whispers
like
suicide)
Disjointed thoughts
bottle-mail chaos ...
mind)
her psyche petals out
as vermilion hued
self-immolation
from the repressed screaming
that's tucked behind
her ribs
There is an urgency
neck deep and rapidly collapsing
admist the flooding
trenches
stripped from
her soul
Every frenzied breath
is drenched
by the guise of
existence
cascading
ever further
from her realm of reality
(fog whispers
like
suicide)
Disjointed thoughts
bottle-mail chaos ...
865 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Dec 2017 10:59am
13th Dec 2017 10:59am
what lies beneath skin if not plexiglass
use me, like a pen uses ink.
write something beautiful, original, interminable.
write until your form spills onto the page 'til there is no ink left.
write about chains and whips,
tragedy and painfully glorious moments.
flesh on flesh
mouth on mouth
love on sin."
I need to believe it's true
that even my demons are open grounds
for aching art.
I'm writing to rehabilitate this overwhelming desire
to liberate the screaming eternally bound
inside the warped remnants
of my quivering conscience. ...
write something beautiful, original, interminable.
write until your form spills onto the page 'til there is no ink left.
write about chains and whips,
tragedy and painfully glorious moments.
flesh on flesh
mouth on mouth
love on sin."
I need to believe it's true
that even my demons are open grounds
for aching art.
I'm writing to rehabilitate this overwhelming desire
to liberate the screaming eternally bound
inside the warped remnants
of my quivering conscience. ...
#spiritual
862 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2017 8:12pm
3rd Dec 2017 8:12pm
I'm proud of you
For the monster is not in my face, but in my soul. I once thought that if I was like other men, I would be happy and loved. The malignance has grown, you see, from the outside in, and this shattered visage merely reflects the abomination that is my heart. Oh, my creator, why... Why did you not make me of steel and stone? Why did you allow me to feel?"
I cant find a new muse
until i set the old ones
free
but i fear
they will set me back
and all the effort
ive put into caring about myself
will dissipate
just as the rain does ...
I cant find a new muse
until i set the old ones
free
but i fear
they will set me back
and all the effort
ive put into caring about myself
will dissipate
just as the rain does ...
#love
#shadows
#spiritual
#metaphor
#SelfWorth
1315 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Nov 2016 2:00pm
30th Nov 2016 2:00pm
looking for my reason to speak (incomplete and unedited)
"All my poems are telling that the bleedings fun
until this carcass reaches heartless,
telling me the bleedings done"
They were all right about it
this
me
Him and him
and her
she who I didn't want to know
It's not enough for me
if you can't chisel a gaping need from my chest
and shred apart
all the catacombs that use my ribcage as sloppy architecture
Gluttony or irony I wonder?
Tear it all out
leave the post infection exposed for the next lonely love
that wants grip my desperate heart ...
until this carcass reaches heartless,
telling me the bleedings done"
They were all right about it
this
me
Him and him
and her
she who I didn't want to know
It's not enough for me
if you can't chisel a gaping need from my chest
and shred apart
all the catacombs that use my ribcage as sloppy architecture
Gluttony or irony I wonder?
Tear it all out
leave the post infection exposed for the next lonely love
that wants grip my desperate heart ...
#AnneSexton
1179 reads
7 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
31st Dec 2015 10:09am
31st Dec 2015 10:09am
Happy birthday to me
"I give in, surrendering to an impulse –
Somewhat believing that my imprisonment
Will not involve torture
If I can confess everything I know;
I know nothing"
I remember when you said my soul looked good in the shadows. That I'm so insanely pretty for the depraved. If writing has taught me anything, it's that words are like fingers. Intimate fragments of nothing. Palpable desires left for the sun to kiss goodbye. Give me something to choke on so I can feel as beautiful as your poetry. I'm as smooth as jazz and as jagged as reality. You'll curse me, and I'll...
Somewhat believing that my imprisonment
Will not involve torture
If I can confess everything I know;
I know nothing"
I remember when you said my soul looked good in the shadows. That I'm so insanely pretty for the depraved. If writing has taught me anything, it's that words are like fingers. Intimate fragments of nothing. Palpable desires left for the sun to kiss goodbye. Give me something to choke on so I can feel as beautiful as your poetry. I'm as smooth as jazz and as jagged as reality. You'll curse me, and I'll...
1485 reads
11 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
22nd Dec 2015 6:14am
22nd Dec 2015 6:14am
You're only twenty one once
"Catch your breathe, you're only twenty one"
The window unit whines a familiar drone, and I find myself relating more to artless walls than people. I keep looking at my hands expecting them to fall away and maybe learn to live on my own without nails to chew on. Instead, I watch smoke glide between them. Counting the seconds it takes for just one of many pretty embers to shrink away into something I haven't fully learned to talk about aloud. I feel beautiful when nobody's looking. I feel like I'm a guilty pleasure it's easy to confess crime scenes with. We'll just take...
The window unit whines a familiar drone, and I find myself relating more to artless walls than people. I keep looking at my hands expecting them to fall away and maybe learn to live on my own without nails to chew on. Instead, I watch smoke glide between them. Counting the seconds it takes for just one of many pretty embers to shrink away into something I haven't fully learned to talk about aloud. I feel beautiful when nobody's looking. I feel like I'm a guilty pleasure it's easy to confess crime scenes with. We'll just take...
1372 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Oct 2015 8:10am
16th Oct 2015 8:10am
lunar propositions
She wants me to dance
breathless
confident
crown the infinite
shades of ego
beyond simplistic
curiosity
beckoning me to believe
her skys aren't always
tremors
from the bluest reflection
of planetary
imagination
watch me sway
bend
and embody poetry
I feel her wake
wax
and wane
forcing me closer
that infantry
starless bite
unapologetic
fundamental
pulse of hip
instilling the pieces of me
that wage internal war
to become
feather born
tedium scars
I...
breathless
confident
crown the infinite
shades of ego
beyond simplistic
curiosity
beckoning me to believe
her skys aren't always
tremors
from the bluest reflection
of planetary
imagination
watch me sway
bend
and embody poetry
I feel her wake
wax
and wane
forcing me closer
that infantry
starless bite
unapologetic
fundamental
pulse of hip
instilling the pieces of me
that wage internal war
to become
feather born
tedium scars
I...
1067 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2015 10:20am
3rd Aug 2015 10:20am
strange beauty
You are terrifying, and strange and beautiful.
Something not everybody knows how to love."
Trace the contours of my body like a brail scarred in places only desperate vowels can correct.
All slight finger tipped and stringent and everything Venus pulses against on a scorched summers eve.
I look better wrapped in almost silence, on the brink of soul encased in the blistering moonlight.
A violins high e tremor ricocheting between the smoke in rising lungs, and abstract art ducktaped across bloody cries.
I'm tired of waiting...
Something not everybody knows how to love."
Trace the contours of my body like a brail scarred in places only desperate vowels can correct.
All slight finger tipped and stringent and everything Venus pulses against on a scorched summers eve.
I look better wrapped in almost silence, on the brink of soul encased in the blistering moonlight.
A violins high e tremor ricocheting between the smoke in rising lungs, and abstract art ducktaped across bloody cries.
I'm tired of waiting...
1296 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Jul 2015 2:40pm
1st Jul 2015 2:40pm
thank placebo
It was the consequences
and complications
she asked me
if I took my meds
darlin'
I've been forgetting
my name
before the people in this town
saw who I could be
this body screams for soul
and I'm so ashamed
and I'm so condescending
beat me till the voices
fade away
leave indifference
lame on my hips
it's not a secret
twenty eight thousand seconds
longer and my eyes
will dilute
a little deeper
I'm not afraid of drowning
just the hollow boundaries
of how far hands
are willing...
and complications
she asked me
if I took my meds
darlin'
I've been forgetting
my name
before the people in this town
saw who I could be
this body screams for soul
and I'm so ashamed
and I'm so condescending
beat me till the voices
fade away
leave indifference
lame on my hips
it's not a secret
twenty eight thousand seconds
longer and my eyes
will dilute
a little deeper
I'm not afraid of drowning
just the hollow boundaries
of how far hands
are willing...
835 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Jul 2015 1:00pm
1st Jul 2015 1:00pm
Here, have a poem I conformed into writing on fb
962 reads
2 Comments
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