Submissions by mantisdeer (Cait)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm being authentic. "Jump".. how high? 🙃
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
25th Jan 2024 3:21am
25th Jan 2024 3:21am
Play-Doh people taught me to be alone
tall as a table and figuring if I'm able to weave the colors I see.
a symphony of wishes, drowned by "no"
After all, the dirty dishes cracked the stainless steel resolve
and I sawed my mommy cry
mismatched and ingrown,
hanging over the bed frame;
tired from running as crickets spawned beneath me
A sneeze, strangulation,
a baby learns the dissolution of childhood.
Hours alone, absorbing the dysregulation of parental disfigures
as always, I try hard to pry the case open,
when it all went wrong,
the songs in...
a symphony of wishes, drowned by "no"
After all, the dirty dishes cracked the stainless steel resolve
and I sawed my mommy cry
mismatched and ingrown,
hanging over the bed frame;
tired from running as crickets spawned beneath me
A sneeze, strangulation,
a baby learns the dissolution of childhood.
Hours alone, absorbing the dysregulation of parental disfigures
as always, I try hard to pry the case open,
when it all went wrong,
the songs in...
#childhood
#hurt
142 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Nov 2023 00:48am
26th Nov 2023 00:48am
Myde
I load the trap
And watch you, curious.
You sidle closer, almost inside,
My hunger is growing painful.
I hear a skyborne cry,
And wince as a wyvern
Snatches you with its dripping claws.
The snow stains red as she takes you,
Kind of beautiful, the natural law.
In order to survive we kill and maime,
The kiss of death is sensual as silk,
Slicing through your stomach.
And watch you, curious.
You sidle closer, almost inside,
My hunger is growing painful.
I hear a skyborne cry,
And wince as a wyvern
Snatches you with its dripping claws.
The snow stains red as she takes you,
Kind of beautiful, the natural law.
In order to survive we kill and maime,
The kiss of death is sensual as silk,
Slicing through your stomach.
#love
#spiritual
137 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2023 10:43pm
22nd Sep 2023 10:43pm
mistaken identity
Nostalgia waves,
and I ignore it,
implore it to incite a
violent light in me.
It's my fault
the ley lines ignite.
A peaceful respite of blankness,
blackness.
Reach in and pull it out already,
this foreplay is edging me to pain,
the weekend's never ending.
Premedication is the devil's tongue,
as he forces it down my throat.
I choke on the irony,
unmeltable, immutable,
his chew toy, I squeak;
A pathetic excuse of,
"Well, I didn't know what I was doing",
then get off the field soldier and ...
and I ignore it,
implore it to incite a
violent light in me.
It's my fault
the ley lines ignite.
A peaceful respite of blankness,
blackness.
Reach in and pull it out already,
this foreplay is edging me to pain,
the weekend's never ending.
Premedication is the devil's tongue,
as he forces it down my throat.
I choke on the irony,
unmeltable, immutable,
his chew toy, I squeak;
A pathetic excuse of,
"Well, I didn't know what I was doing",
then get off the field soldier and ...
#LifeChangingMoment
#FallingInLove
#SelfDiscovery
241 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
13th Sep 2023 6:34am
13th Sep 2023 6:34am
The release
An air of casualty
Casually stalking a prey so dumb to be enamored,
By glossy lips, sailor curses
And sassy hips
A broken bleating thing I am,
Siren singing you to my shore
Soft and lush
Just to lash
You with barbed wire kisses,
But I think I am selfish,
I think I see only me, ugly and alone
And that is why I call to you,
Validation is every misfits dream.
So when I pull you under,
And you scream, bubbles trailing...
It is really I, who is pulled,
Dislocating every joint,
Pain pulsing,
Confused. ...
Casually stalking a prey so dumb to be enamored,
By glossy lips, sailor curses
And sassy hips
A broken bleating thing I am,
Siren singing you to my shore
Soft and lush
Just to lash
You with barbed wire kisses,
But I think I am selfish,
I think I see only me, ugly and alone
And that is why I call to you,
Validation is every misfits dream.
So when I pull you under,
And you scream, bubbles trailing...
It is really I, who is pulled,
Dislocating every joint,
Pain pulsing,
Confused. ...
#love
#rejection
#MentalHealth
#FallingInLove
#despair
253 reads
4 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
11th Aug 2023 9:16pm
11th Aug 2023 9:16pm
Guardian
Together we roam the forest,
walking the loam and tilting our heads to the sky.
I think I've found what it means to fly.
This lushness, envelopes us, as we lock eyes,
finally on the same page,
a product of our creative Nature.
We suckle, from this gem, that floats to us, shyly.
Lay back on fern cushions and
floating sofas.
Join hands, in this prayer of wisdom,
life is much more meaningful beside you.
Mighty redwood, mighty woodpecker,
filling up on the vibration.
Each act, an act of worship.
Survivorship, the...
walking the loam and tilting our heads to the sky.
I think I've found what it means to fly.
This lushness, envelopes us, as we lock eyes,
finally on the same page,
a product of our creative Nature.
We suckle, from this gem, that floats to us, shyly.
Lay back on fern cushions and
floating sofas.
Join hands, in this prayer of wisdom,
life is much more meaningful beside you.
Mighty redwood, mighty woodpecker,
filling up on the vibration.
Each act, an act of worship.
Survivorship, the...
#nature
211 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
15th Jul 2023 9:28pm
15th Jul 2023 9:28pm
security blanket, humorous
Joe Jonas would never date me because he's ready to not have fun anymore I missed it all again, right girl wrong place in time, and Joe Jonas especially wouldn't date me because I'm not chaos like he craves. They all do, this Hollywood celebrity sugar rush, crash, burn but not out, bright. Short burst of energy to explore all those feelings in the brief light. Then again. And again. And I just want happiness, I'm too simple. 🥲 Alas, I'm sorry I have failed you Joe, but I feel you failed me first.
#PopCulture
#despair
263 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jul 2023 4:06am
8th Jul 2023 4:06am
why do I have sight
the light goes out.
I've stumbled thru worse
now and again.
living in sin
a concept so dated
like what we never did.
Never doubt that sling,
I'm flinging my feelings
at your boots;
I won't lick 'em but
they're wet.
Forgetting would be nice.
To breathe that crisp,
vampiric frost and nip the
dark bud again.
I lose myself within the stones
you never even picked up.
Consequences shame me,
like everyone can see
that paper thin wall is ripping
like pantyhose I...
I've stumbled thru worse
now and again.
living in sin
a concept so dated
like what we never did.
Never doubt that sling,
I'm flinging my feelings
at your boots;
I won't lick 'em but
they're wet.
Forgetting would be nice.
To breathe that crisp,
vampiric frost and nip the
dark bud again.
I lose myself within the stones
you never even picked up.
Consequences shame me,
like everyone can see
that paper thin wall is ripping
like pantyhose I...
#depression
#bipolar
#MentalHealth #emotional
#MentalHealth #emotional
274 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
4th Jul 2023 1:42am
4th Jul 2023 1:42am
When it doesn't cost anything to be nice
An empty promise made full from open mouthed kisses, I know all of your secret wishes and if I could I would grant them all because even a smile, even a heart react on Facebook can change the life of somebody that really needs that smile
It's a beautiful kind of ritual holding somebody's life in your heart. Essentially somebody's heart in your life and letting that guide you in a positive way.
Because who am I to say, what is right? What is wrong? There is only the in between and inside there we find ourselves through everyone, anyone else.
I guess I just want...
It's a beautiful kind of ritual holding somebody's life in your heart. Essentially somebody's heart in your life and letting that guide you in a positive way.
Because who am I to say, what is right? What is wrong? There is only the in between and inside there we find ourselves through everyone, anyone else.
I guess I just want...
#love
#spiritual
228 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Jun 2023 5:20pm
9th Jun 2023 5:20pm
a union of metal and steel
#anger
151 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Jun 2023 5:16pm
8th Jun 2023 5:16pm
The Hunt
I need a man with face tattoos
and spiked hair,
bloody knuckles
and a tortured soul;
not to save,
to play with.
Because
"you look like how I feel every day"
means more than
anything else
ever could.
and spiked hair,
bloody knuckles
and a tortured soul;
not to save,
to play with.
Because
"you look like how I feel every day"
means more than
anything else
ever could.
#love
#angels
#books
317 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Jun 2023 9:26pm
6th Jun 2023 9:26pm
a yarn unwinding
It feels more like a falling winter.
A child in tinfoil gowns,
steak knife curlers,
the ocean dries when she frowns.
Not enough cigarettes to measure with my heart,
the magnitude of unlove you gave me.
Clench, release,
open just to be crushed.
I had a dream of frogs,
fucking, and turning into people,
but not of how to transform back.
I see the white tiger through the trees.
it seems to call to me,
like it always has,
to follow.
Though I take a step I am...
A child in tinfoil gowns,
steak knife curlers,
the ocean dries when she frowns.
Not enough cigarettes to measure with my heart,
the magnitude of unlove you gave me.
Clench, release,
open just to be crushed.
I had a dream of frogs,
fucking, and turning into people,
but not of how to transform back.
I see the white tiger through the trees.
it seems to call to me,
like it always has,
to follow.
Though I take a step I am...
#depression
276 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th May 2023 9:01pm
29th May 2023 9:01pm
pEOPLE fOR aMERICAN sOIL
malt o meal salt shakers kiss the rocks;
ocean spray coagulate.
miss laid the remote
as the skies darken.
air raids can
leave the rock greasy
and conditioned.
forward completion,
final gears spring
complex equations.
grid locked pattern
counting road conditions,
incomplete intricacies
manifesto presto,
garden variety gusto
fields the sow.
infrared airways
channel no. 5 pesticide.
breaker breaker
and houston ground
the red is to taste
the grit of sound
.
ocean spray coagulate.
miss laid the remote
as the skies darken.
air raids can
leave the rock greasy
and conditioned.
forward completion,
final gears spring
complex equations.
grid locked pattern
counting road conditions,
incomplete intricacies
manifesto presto,
garden variety gusto
fields the sow.
infrared airways
channel no. 5 pesticide.
breaker breaker
and houston ground
the red is to taste
the grit of sound
.
#anxiety
#America
#religion
#hell
#despair
259 reads
4 Comments
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