Submissions by mantisdeer (Cait)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Jul 2022 4:01am
7th Jul 2022 4:01am
changing titles and taking off masks
I’m comforted by all the soft orange things, a glow around a Welsh nan,
childhood friends,
and mothers embrace.
Stir me together and salt the soup,
hearty and full bodied.
childhood friends,
and mothers embrace.
Stir me together and salt the soup,
hearty and full bodied.
#spiritual
#FallingInLove
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2022 10:18pm
3rd Jul 2022 10:18pm
Seems Tris is Busy
Mesh making spider
bend and sew,
mend the cloth and let it go.
The whiskey sky burns brighter.
Spider play and spider fight,
she at night she splays outright.
In and out the hook creates,
up and down the look deflates.
bend and sew,
mend the cloth and let it go.
The whiskey sky burns brighter.
Spider play and spider fight,
she at night she splays outright.
In and out the hook creates,
up and down the look deflates.
#spiritual
#myself
#art
371 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jun 2022 6:34pm
28th Jun 2022 6:34pm
obscure insecure allure
You make a compelling simulacra,
the foolish drool, your ego grools;
the words you shit together,
my god I need a breather!
the foolish drool, your ego grools;
the words you shit together,
my god I need a breather!
#hate
#WritingPoetry
402 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Jun 2022 11:25pm
21st Jun 2022 11:25pm
Cave of Secrets
Focused strikes
Dragging thru
Deeper
Than the world will ever see
It’s all that I will be,
Tourniquet
Set to bleed just right.
Rusted blade
Makes the fit tight
Stink heart
Worthless bitch
Hurting and bruised
The alley is cold
But it’s all I seem to know.
Dragging thru
Deeper
Than the world will ever see
It’s all that I will be,
Tourniquet
Set to bleed just right.
Rusted blade
Makes the fit tight
Stink heart
Worthless bitch
Hurting and bruised
The alley is cold
But it’s all I seem to know.
#dark
#violence
#MentalHealth
429 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Jun 2022 10:49pm
21st Jun 2022 10:49pm
It Isn’t Very Christlike
Let’s just eat,
or is that admitting defeat?
Jealousy and rage
in me, do not engage
with me, I’m locked in
a cage, my love.
Upstaged with hateful heat.
Twisted ego I beat back-
stay in your place,
you belong to me!
Losing face seems like
a winning race,
spin class in a washing machine,
a bar isn’t enough to get me clean.
or is that admitting defeat?
Jealousy and rage
in me, do not engage
with me, I’m locked in
a cage, my love.
Upstaged with hateful heat.
Twisted ego I beat back-
stay in your place,
you belong to me!
Losing face seems like
a winning race,
spin class in a washing machine,
a bar isn’t enough to get me clean.
#jealousy
#hate
#relationships #vanity
#relationships #vanity
409 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Jun 2022 2:47am
11th Jun 2022 2:47am
All the Sad Songs. Will Never be Enough.
Bleeding bird grounded
To the dirty street pounded
Peaks smashed and rounded
Dumb bird try harder,
To get the peaks farther
Get stuck and fall retarder
There’s only beating
hammer long receding
Strongman will competing
Broken bird broken wing
Butterfucked bee sting
Insects have such shallow flings.
To the dirty street pounded
Peaks smashed and rounded
Dumb bird try harder,
To get the peaks farther
Get stuck and fall retarder
There’s only beating
hammer long receding
Strongman will competing
Broken bird broken wing
Butterfucked bee sting
Insects have such shallow flings.
#love
#heartbroken
531 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Jun 2022 1:48am
8th Jun 2022 1:48am
god and the devil are transitional energy
I found the devil
In the crevice of godly service.
I stood at the edge
And watched it break me,
Take my thoughts and
violate the sanctuary
I prayed to.
I was there when I was created,
From perfumed lilies,
And roadkill skid marks,
I was overcooked and
Burning from the start.
I try to rebuild from the disarray,
The char stains my hands,
And on my knees I crawl,
The distance draws farther
And my sight tunnels
Into the pit I fall.
The bottom and the top squeeze me ...
In the crevice of godly service.
I stood at the edge
And watched it break me,
Take my thoughts and
violate the sanctuary
I prayed to.
I was there when I was created,
From perfumed lilies,
And roadkill skid marks,
I was overcooked and
Burning from the start.
I try to rebuild from the disarray,
The char stains my hands,
And on my knees I crawl,
The distance draws farther
And my sight tunnels
Into the pit I fall.
The bottom and the top squeeze me ...
#God
#devil
#spiritual #SelfDiscovery
#spiritual #SelfDiscovery
475 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st May 2022 4:36pm
31st May 2022 4:36pm
Art Class
Faded Clorox wipes sweep the room, dancing slowly with the crayons
And paint.
Blue speckle on grey white plastic.
Stiff chairs
Mock the spine and shape the mind.
Mediocre sketches in sultry charcoal
Line my eyes; dripping darkly,
November skies.
And paint.
Blue speckle on grey white plastic.
Stiff chairs
Mock the spine and shape the mind.
Mediocre sketches in sultry charcoal
Line my eyes; dripping darkly,
November skies.
#art
#nostalgia
338 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st May 2022 3:06am
31st May 2022 3:06am
camping without a sewer hookup
Violent urges
Match my dour dirges
The night is everlasting
This curse still casting.
Sour stomach bile
Builds the sick guile
As I roll my eyes
In time to your soft lies.
Full of shit and ready to burst
This amount of force usually hurts,
The doctor said go home
But I’ll stay where I roam;
My thoughts nauseated
With the content created.
A concentrated dosage
Of white sage Osage,
Crystals won’t be enough
To save me from the stuff.
Match my dour dirges
The night is everlasting
This curse still casting.
Sour stomach bile
Builds the sick guile
As I roll my eyes
In time to your soft lies.
Full of shit and ready to burst
This amount of force usually hurts,
The doctor said go home
But I’ll stay where I roam;
My thoughts nauseated
With the content created.
A concentrated dosage
Of white sage Osage,
Crystals won’t be enough
To save me from the stuff.
#funny
#unicorns
#NoPoo
282 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st May 2022 3:01am
31st May 2022 3:01am
a vocal fried girl, and an angry man
Sticky gloo
the sperm to her womb
to separate the lobes of
father and son,
the hook and the handle
dismantled gun
and burning candle.
Empty threats of full bodied slams,
the threadbare sheets
and silence of the blinds.
Blood beads at an inescapable boarder
the maternity dress she ordered,
consecrated for her,
an undressing of a previous quarter.
the sperm to her womb
to separate the lobes of
father and son,
the hook and the handle
dismantled gun
and burning candle.
Empty threats of full bodied slams,
the threadbare sheets
and silence of the blinds.
Blood beads at an inescapable boarder
the maternity dress she ordered,
consecrated for her,
an undressing of a previous quarter.
#abuse
#lover
432 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Apr 2022 5:44am
19th Apr 2022 5:44am
A nation of how many secrets?!
I hope your dream rots quicker than the milk you store in pots.
stupid girl s(t)uck
with only a mouth to offer fuck;
stupid girl wants more.
Crawling the bathroom floor
doesn’t get much more pathetic.
So, henna tattoo weddings are in!
Which shade of blonde is it again? -
that you front, or lay down as law?
Biblically worshipping your gluttony and flaying the cows raw!
stupid girl s(t)uck
with only a mouth to offer fuck;
stupid girl wants more.
Crawling the bathroom floor
doesn’t get much more pathetic.
So, henna tattoo weddings are in!
Which shade of blonde is it again? -
that you front, or lay down as law?
Biblically worshipping your gluttony and flaying the cows raw!
#hate
#monsters
#unicorns
#revenge
#rebellion
346 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th Feb 2022 5:43pm
24th Feb 2022 5:43pm
spell for a person named lost
I love that you're seeable in normalcy.
In every patterned shirt walking through the gas station and out for a beer. In every scruff of a lanky cat, bruised from the childhood abuse. And you will come to love me in all my riddlery. And you will come. And you will come. I am your lighthouse and you, my weary traveler.
In every patterned shirt walking through the gas station and out for a beer. In every scruff of a lanky cat, bruised from the childhood abuse. And you will come to love me in all my riddlery. And you will come. And you will come. I am your lighthouse and you, my weary traveler.
#friendship
#lover
#pagan
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