Submissions by mantisdeer (Cait)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm being authentic. "Jump".. how high? 🙃
STORY POEM
Published
4th Mar 2023 1:06am
4th Mar 2023 1:06am
The Morning After
Things were easy, I was free,
it was like an asphalt ski;
a trip through the lines
that told me you love me.
He broke me inside and smashed apart
every bitter piece of my heart;
left open and unending,
a ruined wretch defending.
I asked you for a picture
a group, you squeezed in,
I kissed your cheek,
and our laughter
was holier than
any church.
No choices, a blame game
who sits on a lame throne.
The one who wins will
never want, an effigy
suture to surify the bone. ...
it was like an asphalt ski;
a trip through the lines
that told me you love me.
He broke me inside and smashed apart
every bitter piece of my heart;
left open and unending,
a ruined wretch defending.
I asked you for a picture
a group, you squeezed in,
I kissed your cheek,
and our laughter
was holier than
any church.
No choices, a blame game
who sits on a lame throne.
The one who wins will
never want, an effigy
suture to surify the bone. ...
#dreams
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#emotional
#hurt
555 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2023 7:20pm
3rd Mar 2023 7:20pm
Penetration
Sit me down and scold me,
you spit when you yell.
You're never one to hold me,
your forehead vein is telling.
The soft jazz yesterday
is ripped from me.
Raped and bleeding
I stagger back,
concede.
I'm the pea, you cannot sleep,
so you stumble into my body
with your fists;
upheld moans you cannot keep.
The floorboards hold their
secrets, the walls never breathe.
The mess is contained,
because I'm seething on my knees.
you spit when you yell.
You're never one to hold me,
your forehead vein is telling.
The soft jazz yesterday
is ripped from me.
Raped and bleeding
I stagger back,
concede.
I'm the pea, you cannot sleep,
so you stumble into my body
with your fists;
upheld moans you cannot keep.
The floorboards hold their
secrets, the walls never breathe.
The mess is contained,
because I'm seething on my knees.
#loneliness
#TruthOfLife
508 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Feb 2023 1:38pm
4th Feb 2023 1:38pm
Jason is not hot ( or any "J" name)
Awkward and stiff,
the stuff you returned,
actors guild
factors glide,
the seaside departure
of wrinkled man hide.
A fake incense,
the blow is intense,
nice to a fault,
but something's amiss.
the stuff you returned,
actors guild
factors glide,
the seaside departure
of wrinkled man hide.
A fake incense,
the blow is intense,
nice to a fault,
but something's amiss.
#CallToAction
#PopCulture
376 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2023 11:36pm
2nd Feb 2023 11:36pm
Absentia
The mental retention
of retinol steroidal injections-
do I detect a note of rejection?
In case we fail the inspection,
and these lesions grow larger,
let's have a lager and creator/daughter
inside outer; it's the upside of being a space otter.
Now, if I seek, will you hide me?
Big voice speak, and ride me?
Of course it's over, under the radon
and up with the breeze.
Shoot me already, this fluff makes me
sneeze.
of retinol steroidal injections-
do I detect a note of rejection?
In case we fail the inspection,
and these lesions grow larger,
let's have a lager and creator/daughter
inside outer; it's the upside of being a space otter.
Now, if I seek, will you hide me?
Big voice speak, and ride me?
Of course it's over, under the radon
and up with the breeze.
Shoot me already, this fluff makes me
sneeze.
#love
#TruthOfLife
#myself #ThrillSeeking
#myself #ThrillSeeking
486 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Nov 2022 1:57am
29th Nov 2022 1:57am
Diagnostic Statistics of Mental Disorders (Abridged)
DSL from the DSM
DMV, and I.C.U.P.
ICP... jokes on me.
HPV: #Metwo, three.
DMV, and I.C.U.P.
ICP... jokes on me.
HPV: #Metwo, three.
#relationships
#Christian
#spiritual
#MentalHealth
#healing
524 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Nov 2022 00:55am
26th Nov 2022 00:55am
dessert whine
truth licker
is that I’ve never been slicker
a means to an end again and again
gin and tonic, we’ll never begin
naval sap turns to syrup,
a sticky lap, positioned in the stirrup
disrupt the drone and make me moan
mouth wide, caramel tide
carnival horse ride on the inside
is that I’ve never been slicker
a means to an end again and again
gin and tonic, we’ll never begin
naval sap turns to syrup,
a sticky lap, positioned in the stirrup
disrupt the drone and make me moan
mouth wide, caramel tide
carnival horse ride on the inside
#lust
#sex
#orgasm
751 reads
9 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
8th Nov 2022 3:37pm
8th Nov 2022 3:37pm
Incrementally Falling
The pieces floating.
I ate too much my stomach is bloating.
But never as much as her.
I see our names together,
And I swallow back bile.
The way you miss her, and every other bad decision, is vile.
You’re cared out. Loved out.
You gave it all away to everyone before me. And on a day when I couldn’t take myself anymore, you told me you didn’t care, you’ve been here too many times. And to get away from you.
But when you’re sick, I lay with you. I hold your hand and tell you sweet things. I make sure you drink enough water, and take...
I ate too much my stomach is bloating.
But never as much as her.
I see our names together,
And I swallow back bile.
The way you miss her, and every other bad decision, is vile.
You’re cared out. Loved out.
You gave it all away to everyone before me. And on a day when I couldn’t take myself anymore, you told me you didn’t care, you’ve been here too many times. And to get away from you.
But when you’re sick, I lay with you. I hold your hand and tell you sweet things. I make sure you drink enough water, and take...
#love
332 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Oct 2022 5:21am
16th Oct 2022 5:21am
watery
in bedrock gypsum,
blooms an orange chrysanthemum.
heartbeats drip
down ivory towers,
ending at ankles so strong
to hold up the carnage.
carnations,
staged in the window
drop their leaves.
blooms an orange chrysanthemum.
heartbeats drip
down ivory towers,
ending at ankles so strong
to hold up the carnage.
carnations,
staged in the window
drop their leaves.
#spiritual
384 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Oct 2022 8:47pm
11th Oct 2022 8:47pm
La Petit Mort
Darkness at the peak of the mountain..
shameless melting glacier,
dripping through time
falling
into
it
~
A ripple, a fold, a place that bends that I can’t hold.
Things start to look like a smear,
whispered things I cannot hear;
a rushing river,
swollen with ice.
A breath is gasped,
and the present pulls
away from that twisting
sacred place.
~
The times I struggle to breathe,
precious air, commodity bodily autonomy;
pulsating visions,
a whole lifetime
condensed to thirty seconds, ...
shameless melting glacier,
dripping through time
falling
into
it
~
A ripple, a fold, a place that bends that I can’t hold.
Things start to look like a smear,
whispered things I cannot hear;
a rushing river,
swollen with ice.
A breath is gasped,
and the present pulls
away from that twisting
sacred place.
~
The times I struggle to breathe,
precious air, commodity bodily autonomy;
pulsating visions,
a whole lifetime
condensed to thirty seconds, ...
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#SelfDiscovery #orgasm
#SelfDiscovery #orgasm
340 reads
3 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
4th Sep 2022 2:39pm
4th Sep 2022 2:39pm
Now I'm Looking
I push at an open wound.
One that I had forgotten,
as it bled a trail behind me.
I’m surprisingly mad at myself
for not noticing.
Now accepting it is hard.
Grabbing that needle and thread is hard.
It’s in every love letter and suicide note i cry out,
every jealous tendency,
every bipolar whiplash mood swing,
the truth. I was hurt.
Now I’m thinking about every word, and argument,
looking at that bloody ragged mess,
seeing it shrink...
One that I had forgotten,
as it bled a trail behind me.
I’m surprisingly mad at myself
for not noticing.
Now accepting it is hard.
Grabbing that needle and thread is hard.
It’s in every love letter and suicide note i cry out,
every jealous tendency,
every bipolar whiplash mood swing,
the truth. I was hurt.
Now I’m thinking about every word, and argument,
looking at that bloody ragged mess,
seeing it shrink...
#childhood
#abuse
568 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Aug 2022 10:28pm
31st Aug 2022 10:28pm
Repeat Customer
Parroting the warning label,
you only nuzzle up to lab coats
and crooked Brooklyn noses,
stuffed up from the drama.
It's a sniffle, it’s a missile,
it’s underdog, the gristle.
you only nuzzle up to lab coats
and crooked Brooklyn noses,
stuffed up from the drama.
It's a sniffle, it’s a missile,
it’s underdog, the gristle.
#politics
#drugs
#evolution #surreal
#evolution #surreal
404 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Aug 2022 6:45pm
19th Aug 2022 6:45pm
static again
This brokenness,
twisted up in
dreams and memories
heartstrings plucked
doughnut overstuffed
leaking at the seams,
it seems like a lie to wear
white. I want pretty things
dresses and jewelry, finery,
and then I want it slaughtered.
I want violent action,
bloody and dark and messy all
heads turned too, watch me.
I will fracture thoughts overstale,
and eat the lazy morpheme larvae
that tells me to stay small.
twisted up in
dreams and memories
heartstrings plucked
doughnut overstuffed
leaking at the seams,
it seems like a lie to wear
white. I want pretty things
dresses and jewelry, finery,
and then I want it slaughtered.
I want violent action,
bloody and dark and messy all
heads turned too, watch me.
I will fracture thoughts overstale,
and eat the lazy morpheme larvae
that tells me to stay small.
#depression
#loneliness
#emptiness #apathy
#emptiness #apathy
482 reads
3 Comments
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