Submissions by lookingformngick (Taitum)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Terminal Duality but never Terminal Uniqueness.
claustrophobic
I tell people I’m claustrophobic
that the feeling of being confined terrifies me
but it is not physical confinement I’m scared of
it is the fear that I am stuck here
in this place
in this time
that I will never go anywhere new
that I’ll never do anything else
that I’ll never have any more experiences than what I’ve already had
i’m terrified that this will be my forever
that I’ll wake up in 30 years and realize I never left
I’m sure there’s a better word for my fear
but I tell people I’m claustrophobic
I tell them that’s why...
that the feeling of being confined terrifies me
but it is not physical confinement I’m scared of
it is the fear that I am stuck here
in this place
in this time
that I will never go anywhere new
that I’ll never do anything else
that I’ll never have any more experiences than what I’ve already had
i’m terrified that this will be my forever
that I’ll wake up in 30 years and realize I never left
I’m sure there’s a better word for my fear
but I tell people I’m claustrophobic
I tell them that’s why...
#sadness
#anxiety
#fear
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insecurity
insecurity is checking if he’s read my message every 5 minutes like clockwork
insecurity is constantly assuming that I’m everyone’s last pick
insecurity is altering my personality for every person, so I’m not too much to swallow
insecurity is taking the same picture seven times because I can’t stand my face
its craving attention but being too much of a pussy to demand it
its changing my outfit five times before I go out and still being unsure
its pretending I’m comfortable even in the worst places because I can’t stand to make a fuss
its hating dating...
insecurity is constantly assuming that I’m everyone’s last pick
insecurity is altering my personality for every person, so I’m not too much to swallow
insecurity is taking the same picture seven times because I can’t stand my face
its craving attention but being too much of a pussy to demand it
its changing my outfit five times before I go out and still being unsure
its pretending I’m comfortable even in the worst places because I can’t stand to make a fuss
its hating dating...
#sadness
#anxiety
#jealousy #weakness
#jealousy #weakness
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Lights on
I like to fuck with the lights on
eyes wide open so I can watch
the feeling of ecstasy cross their face
see the way their body shutters
listen for every little breath
every moan
observe every twitch
I live for the moment they fall apart
I want to see it
to feel it
absorb the energy as they release it
let it rejuvenate my tired soul
I want the memory imprinted on my brain
scored into my being
fingers always searching for pulse points
so I can feel their heartbeat quicken
feel the way the blood rushes through their...
eyes wide open so I can watch
the feeling of ecstasy cross their face
see the way their body shutters
listen for every little breath
every moan
observe every twitch
I live for the moment they fall apart
I want to see it
to feel it
absorb the energy as they release it
let it rejuvenate my tired soul
I want the memory imprinted on my brain
scored into my being
fingers always searching for pulse points
so I can feel their heartbeat quicken
feel the way the blood rushes through their...
#lust
#sensual
#passion
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religion
low lights
too many pillows
clothes on the floor
pulled off in a rush
hands smoothing the creases of my skin
tracing the scars
the tattoos
the marks of a life well lived
lips on my neck
on my mouth
on my tits
and then he’s inside
and for a moment it feels
like he could fuck my self worth back into me
like nothing else matters
except this moment
where I am everything
I am beautiful
sexy
confident
capable
worthy ...
too many pillows
clothes on the floor
pulled off in a rush
hands smoothing the creases of my skin
tracing the scars
the tattoos
the marks of a life well lived
lips on my neck
on my mouth
on my tits
and then he’s inside
and for a moment it feels
like he could fuck my self worth back into me
like nothing else matters
except this moment
where I am everything
I am beautiful
sexy
confident
capable
worthy ...
#lust
#loneliness
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Patchwork Girl
I am a patchwork girl
stitched together of stolen moments
and ex-lover’s favorite songs
piece by piece
square by square
I am sewn of old friend’s coffee orders
hobbies stolen from barely-not-strangers
ideas plucked from the lips of a girl I met only once
taken root in my mind
nourished in a way so that they have become my own
I am armed with the jokes of acquaintances that I have long stopped knowing
mannerisms picked from a boy I knew for week
I am all the people I have known
All the people I have yet to meet
stitched together of stolen moments
and ex-lover’s favorite songs
piece by piece
square by square
I am sewn of old friend’s coffee orders
hobbies stolen from barely-not-strangers
ideas plucked from the lips of a girl I met only once
taken root in my mind
nourished in a way so that they have become my own
I am armed with the jokes of acquaintances that I have long stopped knowing
mannerisms picked from a boy I knew for week
I am all the people I have known
All the people I have yet to meet
#SelfReflection
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show you
I want to show you
the world is a wonderful place
full of beauty and magic and love
I want to show you
the most gorgeous sights
this world has to offer
so that you can feel the beauty
in every breath
I want to show you
every piece of art, every piece of history
every monument and every story
so that when you look at the world
you can see how our hearts beat in time
with the ground beneath our feet
I want to show you
that underneath every horror,
behind every terrifying thing
there is something wondrous ...
the world is a wonderful place
full of beauty and magic and love
I want to show you
the most gorgeous sights
this world has to offer
so that you can feel the beauty
in every breath
I want to show you
every piece of art, every piece of history
every monument and every story
so that when you look at the world
you can see how our hearts beat in time
with the ground beneath our feet
I want to show you
that underneath every horror,
behind every terrifying thing
there is something wondrous ...
#motherhood
#daughter
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the perfect morning
it is sunday morning
and the sun is just cresting the horizon
kissing the dew covered grass as though for the first time
the moon is gently fading, relinquishing her post
the coffee is hot, steam curling over the rim of my mug
the birds sing a song I do not know
but the peepers chirp along
it is a symphony with no conductor
the door is open, a light breeze curls through the house
caressing its inhabitants
the griddle is hot, bacon and eggs crackle as they cook
my daughter plays in the corner, all smiles and laughter
it is...
and the sun is just cresting the horizon
kissing the dew covered grass as though for the first time
the moon is gently fading, relinquishing her post
the coffee is hot, steam curling over the rim of my mug
the birds sing a song I do not know
but the peepers chirp along
it is a symphony with no conductor
the door is open, a light breeze curls through the house
caressing its inhabitants
the griddle is hot, bacon and eggs crackle as they cook
my daughter plays in the corner, all smiles and laughter
it is...
#happiness
#love
#hope
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poison
if anger is poison
then I hope my venom
taints the very air you breathe
and the coldness of my fury freezes your lungs
with every inhale
come drink from the reservoir of my rage
feel it blacken your tongue
feel it curdle your insides
I hope the taste burns your throat
and you choke on the pain
I hope the words of my hatred
pierce your ear drums and burrow into the soft tissues of your brain
unable to be removed
I hope they hit their mark
every time
so that you can bleed
as I have bled
may my suffering ...
then I hope my venom
taints the very air you breathe
and the coldness of my fury freezes your lungs
with every inhale
come drink from the reservoir of my rage
feel it blacken your tongue
feel it curdle your insides
I hope the taste burns your throat
and you choke on the pain
I hope the words of my hatred
pierce your ear drums and burrow into the soft tissues of your brain
unable to be removed
I hope they hit their mark
every time
so that you can bleed
as I have bled
may my suffering ...
#anger
#dark
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A Locked Room
locked door
dark room
cold porcelain
yellowed tiles
shining silver
I was small, so small
I just wanted to feel big
a river of red
an accident
people
so many people
it feels like I’ve never left
dark room
cold porcelain
yellowed tiles
shining silver
I was small, so small
I just wanted to feel big
a river of red
an accident
people
so many people
it feels like I’ve never left
#childhood
#memories
#confusion
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Shades of Purple
flesh of pomegranates
of grapes
of figs
it is in the taste
petals of lilacs
of lavender
of lupine
it is in the smell
shades of sunset
of sunrise
in the heat of summer
it is in the light
pale skin full of bruises
of makeup
of ink
in the darkness of night
it is in the flesh
of grapes
of figs
it is in the taste
petals of lilacs
of lavender
of lupine
it is in the smell
shades of sunset
of sunrise
in the heat of summer
it is in the light
pale skin full of bruises
of makeup
of ink
in the darkness of night
it is in the flesh
#beauty
#nature
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Letter #2
I make a pretty shit housewife
So much so that I’m not a wife
And I don’t have a house
Fuck I don’t even have a partner
I guess I should retitle the series
‘Letters From a Trashy Single-Mom’
Or
‘Letters From a Fucking Trailer Park Cliche’
Or
‘Letters From Just Another Stupid Girl Who Thought She Could Break the Cycle But She Was Just Too Fucking Weak’
Is it better to raise my daughter apart?
With my sanity at least partially intact?
Or is better to bite the bullet?
Sacrifice...
So much so that I’m not a wife
And I don’t have a house
Fuck I don’t even have a partner
I guess I should retitle the series
‘Letters From a Trashy Single-Mom’
Or
‘Letters From a Fucking Trailer Park Cliche’
Or
‘Letters From Just Another Stupid Girl Who Thought She Could Break the Cycle But She Was Just Too Fucking Weak’
Is it better to raise my daughter apart?
With my sanity at least partially intact?
Or is better to bite the bullet?
Sacrifice...
#anger
#anxiety
#dark
#despair
#disappointment
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Just Another ‘love of my life’
We fell together
Unintentionally
We found love
By default
And I know
I know you love me
And I truly
I truly love you
But I want someone to choose me
To look at everything I have
Everything I am
And decide to have me
I’m so tired of being a default
I’m so sick of falling into things, with no forethought
With no direction
I think that was the beginning of our end
The realization that had you known me
Before
We wouldn’t be here
Now
...
Unintentionally
We found love
By default
And I know
I know you love me
And I truly
I truly love you
But I want someone to choose me
To look at everything I have
Everything I am
And decide to have me
I’m so tired of being a default
I’m so sick of falling into things, with no forethought
With no direction
I think that was the beginning of our end
The realization that had you known me
Before
We wouldn’t be here
Now
...
#heartbroken
#breakup
#separation
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