Submissions by lookingformngick (Taitum)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Terminal Duality but never Terminal Uniqueness.
Breathe
The world breathes when you stop to rest
The sharp intake of waves crashing on shoreline
Followed by the fierce and heavy exhale of wind
In
And out
Feel the weight leave your shoulders
The elephant step off your chest
Feel the sorrow drain from your bones
The pain leech from your skin
She breathes easier when you are still
Deep breaths, that reach the narrowest crevices of her being and refresh the dampest parts of her soul
In and out
Tell me
When did you last take a...
The sharp intake of waves crashing on shoreline
Followed by the fierce and heavy exhale of wind
In
And out
Feel the weight leave your shoulders
The elephant step off your chest
Feel the sorrow drain from your bones
The pain leech from your skin
She breathes easier when you are still
Deep breaths, that reach the narrowest crevices of her being and refresh the dampest parts of her soul
In and out
Tell me
When did you last take a...
#earth
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weak
spent over half my life being ‘strong’
just to be brought down by a man
who tells me I can’t ever stop
healing is learning strength comes from pain
but I can’t stand
that he sees me as weak
how much do I have to take
with a fucking smile on my face
before I can earn the label
I’m so fucking sick
of being ‘strong’
I’m so fucking tired
who the fuck does he think he is?
who the fuck do I think he is?
to take that shit
to let it eat at me
to let it degrade me
to let it devour me ...
just to be brought down by a man
who tells me I can’t ever stop
healing is learning strength comes from pain
but I can’t stand
that he sees me as weak
how much do I have to take
with a fucking smile on my face
before I can earn the label
I’m so fucking sick
of being ‘strong’
I’m so fucking tired
who the fuck does he think he is?
who the fuck do I think he is?
to take that shit
to let it eat at me
to let it degrade me
to let it devour me ...
#strength
#relationships
#weakness
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The Weather
There is something comforting about the rain
Dark skies and heavy drops
Thunder claps and lightning strikes
I can’t breath
There is something comforting about the ocean
During a storm
When the seas are ferocious and deadly
When the waves could swallow entire ships whole
I’m suffocating
There is something comforting about the soft taps of the trees
Against windows and doors and the sides of houses
While the wind tears through at breakneck...
Dark skies and heavy drops
Thunder claps and lightning strikes
I can’t breath
There is something comforting about the ocean
During a storm
When the seas are ferocious and deadly
When the waves could swallow entire ships whole
I’m suffocating
There is something comforting about the soft taps of the trees
Against windows and doors and the sides of houses
While the wind tears through at breakneck...
#anxiety
#dark
#frustration #apathy
#frustration #apathy
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Acadia
Hearty trees; full trunks, heavy leaves
Moss covered floor; lush greens, heady colors
Intoxicating views; rocky shores, mile-high mountains
There is nothing so sweet
As the air in this land
There is nothing so sweet
Moss covered floor; lush greens, heady colors
Intoxicating views; rocky shores, mile-high mountains
There is nothing so sweet
As the air in this land
There is nothing so sweet
#sea
#nature
#mountains
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Brick and Mortar
Rough skin and strong legs
I’ve always been built like a house
A cracked foundation
Pieced together
Brick by Brick
Patched over and over again
I’m a builder
A maker
A mover
I like to create things
Making something out of nothing
Filling empty space
Calloused hands and scarred arms
I bare the marks of my endeavors
With more pride than I bare anything else
I’m held together by the mortar of my experience
Cementing me in my existence
Let the acid wash away my stain
Remove the efflorescence...
I’ve always been built like a house
A cracked foundation
Pieced together
Brick by Brick
Patched over and over again
I’m a builder
A maker
A mover
I like to create things
Making something out of nothing
Filling empty space
Calloused hands and scarred arms
I bare the marks of my endeavors
With more pride than I bare anything else
I’m held together by the mortar of my experience
Cementing me in my existence
Let the acid wash away my stain
Remove the efflorescence...
#strength
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2 Comments
the artist who painted the sky
To the artist who painted the sky,
How did you create something so beautiful?
What is your secret?
Is it that it cannot be touched by the hands of others?
How did you mix your colors?
How did you decide which colors to mix?
How do you make so many different scenes in such little time?
Where did you get your inspiration?
Did you find it in the eyes of a lover?
In the soul of the sea?
In a mirror?
Have you ever considered consistency?
The scenes are so lovely but always changing
And there are days when I wish it would stay the...
How did you create something so beautiful?
What is your secret?
Is it that it cannot be touched by the hands of others?
How did you mix your colors?
How did you decide which colors to mix?
How do you make so many different scenes in such little time?
Where did you get your inspiration?
Did you find it in the eyes of a lover?
In the soul of the sea?
In a mirror?
Have you ever considered consistency?
The scenes are so lovely but always changing
And there are days when I wish it would stay the...
#sky
#admiration
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Face Value
I’ve started taking things
at face value
I’ve stopped
reading between the lines
stopped studying
body language
and facial expressions
stopped worrying
about the implications
I’ve started listening
to peoples words
paying more attention
to the actions that follow
thinking less
about the unseeable
and the unknowable
about the possibles
and the maybes
a bird
is just a bird
and a thank you
is just a thank you
a hug goodbye
is a lovely gesture
I’ve started taking things...
at face value
I’ve stopped
reading between the lines
stopped studying
body language
and facial expressions
stopped worrying
about the implications
I’ve started listening
to peoples words
paying more attention
to the actions that follow
thinking less
about the unseeable
and the unknowable
about the possibles
and the maybes
a bird
is just a bird
and a thank you
is just a thank you
a hug goodbye
is a lovely gesture
I’ve started taking things...
#philosophical
#emotions
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New Love
His flesh against mine
Subtle secrets
Whispered
Between light hearted moments
Don’t say too much
Don’t do too much
Don’t let him know
Too much
His flesh against
Mine
Breadcrumbs left behind
A path to my soul
Do not bare yourself
Lead him to you
Do not show all of yourself
Leave him wanting
Leave him curious
Leave him craving
His flesh
Against mine
Give just enough
Enough to show your worth
But never too much
Never show your hand
Never all of your secrets
Never all of...
Subtle secrets
Whispered
Between light hearted moments
Don’t say too much
Don’t do too much
Don’t let him know
Too much
His flesh against
Mine
Breadcrumbs left behind
A path to my soul
Do not bare yourself
Lead him to you
Do not show all of yourself
Leave him wanting
Leave him curious
Leave him craving
His flesh
Against mine
Give just enough
Enough to show your worth
But never too much
Never show your hand
Never all of your secrets
Never all of...
#relationships
#dating
#crush #LookingForLove
#crush #LookingForLove
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The sea’s embrace
someday I want to
watch the sea embrace the sun
now I watch them part
watch the sea embrace the sun
now I watch them part
#haiku
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Snack
They tell me
I’m a snack
A treat
A tasty little thing
A bite
All things that are there and then gone in an instant
All things that lack substance
All things that lack impact
All things meant to be consumed
No
I’m a fucking garden
Water me and I will feed you for a lifetime
I’m a river
Brave my waters and I will provide; for you, for your children, for their children
I’m a mountain
Climb me, accept the challenge and I will grace you a view unmatched
So beautiful you will wish to reach my...
I’m a snack
A treat
A tasty little thing
A bite
All things that are there and then gone in an instant
All things that lack substance
All things that lack impact
All things meant to be consumed
No
I’m a fucking garden
Water me and I will feed you for a lifetime
I’m a river
Brave my waters and I will provide; for you, for your children, for their children
I’m a mountain
Climb me, accept the challenge and I will grace you a view unmatched
So beautiful you will wish to reach my...
#love
#kindness
#strength #respect
#strength #respect
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Spring isn’t Coming
It’s been a long winter
She whispers softly
She looks as though she hasn’t left that seat in months
Her hand is clutching a nearly empty bottle
As though it is the only thing grounding her here
Her leg is bouncing uncontrollably
As if her body is reminding her she can move
The winters here are long
And cold
And harsh
They take and they take and they take
And they feel as though they will never end
The snow keeps falling ...
She whispers softly
She looks as though she hasn’t left that seat in months
Her hand is clutching a nearly empty bottle
As though it is the only thing grounding her here
Her leg is bouncing uncontrollably
As if her body is reminding her she can move
The winters here are long
And cold
And harsh
They take and they take and they take
And they feel as though they will never end
The snow keeps falling ...
#grief
#dark
#denial #emptiness
#denial #emptiness
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Call the Night
Call the Night
As the sun starts settin'
Tell him I'm goin' out to meet him
At the old bell tower
With a lighter
And a pack of sticks filled with cancer
As orange bleeds through the dark
And heat makes escape
From the ice filled hearts
The structures fallin',
Turnin to burnin' eyes of coal
As I watch the world turn slow
Call the Night
Tell him I'm goin down to meet him
As the sky starts to darken
And the world starts sleepin
At the old bell tower
Where there's nothin but scrap
And a pile of ash ...
As the sun starts settin'
Tell him I'm goin' out to meet him
At the old bell tower
With a lighter
And a pack of sticks filled with cancer
As orange bleeds through the dark
And heat makes escape
From the ice filled hearts
The structures fallin',
Turnin to burnin' eyes of coal
As I watch the world turn slow
Call the Night
Tell him I'm goin down to meet him
As the sky starts to darken
And the world starts sleepin
At the old bell tower
Where there's nothin but scrap
And a pile of ash ...
#loneliness
#drugs
#addiction #nostalgia
#addiction #nostalgia
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