Submissions by mantisdeer (Cait)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm being authentic. "Jump".. how high? 🙃
SELF POEM
Published
20th Nov 2021 3:06am
20th Nov 2021 3:06am
Fück My Face
When the other shoe drops, I'll be ready.
Alone and stranded, NOT, stranded, I refuse, what
is left over, I will reuse. And when you do it, do it fast,
get it off your chest and into mine. So fast it leaves me dizzy,
but not stumbling. There will be no falter, only mere
mental anguish. I will keep my back straight, I will keep my head
high. I will leave without saying goodbye. The world is open
to my interpretation, and I'm just another conquest.
I'm wringing my ego by my neck,
spluttering.
Beneath this e-page I'm...
Alone and stranded, NOT, stranded, I refuse, what
is left over, I will reuse. And when you do it, do it fast,
get it off your chest and into mine. So fast it leaves me dizzy,
but not stumbling. There will be no falter, only mere
mental anguish. I will keep my back straight, I will keep my head
high. I will leave without saying goodbye. The world is open
to my interpretation, and I'm just another conquest.
I'm wringing my ego by my neck,
spluttering.
Beneath this e-page I'm...
#love
#unicorns
464 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Nov 2021 2:04am
20th Nov 2021 2:04am
Sister Sally O'Malley from the Slothing Order of Sarcast
we all want a chance
to inflict agony's dance
on the ones who fed us poison.
it is me, who is deserving,
bloodstained talons curling,
beguiling with sarcastic tongues;
more foul than the deepest gutter.
you ache in wait to slay the cutter
from where I tower defiantly,
perched to witness your reliant
asking of table scraps.
to inflict agony's dance
on the ones who fed us poison.
it is me, who is deserving,
bloodstained talons curling,
beguiling with sarcastic tongues;
more foul than the deepest gutter.
you ache in wait to slay the cutter
from where I tower defiantly,
perched to witness your reliant
asking of table scraps.
#monsters
#unicorns
316 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Nov 2021 6:01pm
18th Nov 2021 6:01pm
half n half
Evil eyes for protection, an ego projection,
i'm hiding, i'm fighting, scared of your rejection
looking at the bodies on the battlefield and wincing
thinking this could be me, why does no one else seem scared?
i'm in my head looking through myself the shadows
and spider houses clutter the edges, the perfect bite
save for you, i'm SAFE for you.
i'm the box of chocolates, the baker knows no bounds,
upsetting and down setting, i feel like i'm being tricked,
all the bleeding hearts as i walk down the aisle, white and red
down my length,...
i'm hiding, i'm fighting, scared of your rejection
looking at the bodies on the battlefield and wincing
thinking this could be me, why does no one else seem scared?
i'm in my head looking through myself the shadows
and spider houses clutter the edges, the perfect bite
save for you, i'm SAFE for you.
i'm the box of chocolates, the baker knows no bounds,
upsetting and down setting, i feel like i'm being tricked,
all the bleeding hearts as i walk down the aisle, white and red
down my length,...
#love
#loneliness
539 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Nov 2021 4:08am
18th Nov 2021 4:08am
mouth breather
the years have done you poorly
formulating sentence structures
is a syntax too complex, entertainment free,
too much a sin to tax. Respiring
thickly, mucosa infected, you're green with
envy, not cash, awarded to throw at
the problem. Unhinged jaw slacklining
'tween the no stealing from mom and pop stores,
and buying your wardrobe from slave traders;
THEY are what stock the shelves, the guns,
frontline battling rams to border the whor[d]e,
no apologies, we eat our wages turning
your magazine pages in back alley flick
of the...
formulating sentence structures
is a syntax too complex, entertainment free,
too much a sin to tax. Respiring
thickly, mucosa infected, you're green with
envy, not cash, awarded to throw at
the problem. Unhinged jaw slacklining
'tween the no stealing from mom and pop stores,
and buying your wardrobe from slave traders;
THEY are what stock the shelves, the guns,
frontline battling rams to border the whor[d]e,
no apologies, we eat our wages turning
your magazine pages in back alley flick
of the...
#corruption
480 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Nov 2021 3:40am
18th Nov 2021 3:40am
Arm Expecting
My eyes are swollen, allergen pulsing
through my veins, tired, inn fatigues and
waiting, for the drop to my knees,
breaking, the soft spot,
crying in worn cot.
through my veins, tired, inn fatigues and
waiting, for the drop to my knees,
breaking, the soft spot,
crying in worn cot.
#anger
#apathy
416 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Oct 2021 5:15pm
19th Oct 2021 5:15pm
Past Refrection
I love her and him and all of them
inside the home and outside.
So scared, so wary, I open a palm
to breathe life into sheim,
a masterpiece of concertos, so tremendous in stature, stardom.
A relic of the past spit roast will feed the future into love so infinite that it cums again, all over the turpentine seat belt holding in the gasps. With air so sharp
and no cheese to fold, only cards will underhandedly hold.
inside the home and outside.
So scared, so wary, I open a palm
to breathe life into sheim,
a masterpiece of concertos, so tremendous in stature, stardom.
A relic of the past spit roast will feed the future into love so infinite that it cums again, all over the turpentine seat belt holding in the gasps. With air so sharp
and no cheese to fold, only cards will underhandedly hold.
#love
#boyfriend
#relationships
#funny
#lover
419 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Oct 2021 5:09pm
19th Oct 2021 5:09pm
Something in the Water
All soggy and bearing a daughter
in a tunnel screen vision of gold digging,
horse riding steele reserve. The noontime wake up in flaps of mutation; tall boy. Bitch, please! Tell me your inevitable Aveeno secret, that you're a manning the one and only victor(y)ship.
Glad for the pits and stops, stooping to the steep ankle grinding bites of kick me dogs; scruffled and outcry muffled. Stand proud for all the soot under the bedrock, more than simply growing a cock, a breathable mesh hernia to render you useless.
Dunk the ball and get it free, the collage of...
in a tunnel screen vision of gold digging,
horse riding steele reserve. The noontime wake up in flaps of mutation; tall boy. Bitch, please! Tell me your inevitable Aveeno secret, that you're a manning the one and only victor(y)ship.
Glad for the pits and stops, stooping to the steep ankle grinding bites of kick me dogs; scruffled and outcry muffled. Stand proud for all the soot under the bedrock, more than simply growing a cock, a breathable mesh hernia to render you useless.
Dunk the ball and get it free, the collage of...
#funny
307 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Oct 2021 7:26pm
13th Oct 2021 7:26pm
Autumn Takes All
Wet blankets clothe the prickled skin and the drape is something so backwards
In frozen alive moments of maybe, maybe not, I'd play the flower, but all have died. The tear petals forgotten and sometimes eye spied, a broken fragment pie, baked with all the attention I selfishly taked.
In frozen alive moments of maybe, maybe not, I'd play the flower, but all have died. The tear petals forgotten and sometimes eye spied, a broken fragment pie, baked with all the attention I selfishly taked.
#hate
#monsters
#emotions
404 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
13th Oct 2021 7:09pm
13th Oct 2021 7:09pm
land o' leeches, tub o' lard
Bruised fruit bears bitter wine,
drunk off the fumes and doing just fine,
a skeleton suit in the way back,
closet space for all the humor you lack,
a bug's burp of fever sets the soundtrack,
as blind eyes see a bright light illuminating
places far from tight, in pincushion skin
dauntingly translucent and thin.
drunk off the fumes and doing just fine,
a skeleton suit in the way back,
closet space for all the humor you lack,
a bug's burp of fever sets the soundtrack,
as blind eyes see a bright light illuminating
places far from tight, in pincushion skin
dauntingly translucent and thin.
#frustration
361 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Oct 2021 10:51pm
1st Oct 2021 10:51pm
Prickers and Chiggers Haunt the Headless Chicken
Fitted slot to the sharps box,
open and ready to spew.
Stupid dogs chase their cocks
and self jerkingly undo
any lit banter to steal force
from the windless world
of, "What bounces off of me, sticks to you."
Sitting, indisposed, moustache twirled
and heady ready to strike the hammer glass,
the edges more powerful to damn her.
Liquid hoax the bedside night cap, "Doh! My nuts!"
An exclamation of true displeasure juts,
displaced by unfortunate pirate treasure.
You see, stepping upon me, I bleed sticky.
open and ready to spew.
Stupid dogs chase their cocks
and self jerkingly undo
any lit banter to steal force
from the windless world
of, "What bounces off of me, sticks to you."
Sitting, indisposed, moustache twirled
and heady ready to strike the hammer glass,
the edges more powerful to damn her.
Liquid hoax the bedside night cap, "Doh! My nuts!"
An exclamation of true displeasure juts,
displaced by unfortunate pirate treasure.
You see, stepping upon me, I bleed sticky.
#funny
#monsters
276 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
13th Sep 2021 7:38am
13th Sep 2021 7:38am
Commer Shells in White Sauce
Ships and planes on an infants mobile,
spinning through seas and skies of
darkest dreams and violent realities.
Time passes counting roadside fatalities
and watching burning bushes turn to ash.
An acidic stomach aches for smooth milk,
yet is offered curdled laxative motives,
starkly soft and bloated.
A mouthful of blood dissolves in a mind
of impatient impotence,
and what would a child know
of swallowing down vomit?
If not to choke, then to float,
flattened beneath a dumpster mattress.
At...
spinning through seas and skies of
darkest dreams and violent realities.
Time passes counting roadside fatalities
and watching burning bushes turn to ash.
An acidic stomach aches for smooth milk,
yet is offered curdled laxative motives,
starkly soft and bloated.
A mouthful of blood dissolves in a mind
of impatient impotence,
and what would a child know
of swallowing down vomit?
If not to choke, then to float,
flattened beneath a dumpster mattress.
At...
#myself
#healing
261 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Aug 2021 7:47am
6th Aug 2021 7:47am
The Key is FOB; Unlocking 101, How to Not be a Knob
I was so young when my fate was decided,
in every phrase encoded, a setup;
a cosmic punchline open to poetic interpretation.
When the crowd jumped, I stayed sitting,
because mainstream sports viewership is a
perversion of nature.
I rule myself in dogmatic ways,
always taking in strays and fixing them.
Pulling off ticks, fat and happy in sloth and gluttony.
I squeeze them in my fingers and disassociate during the pop.
Nothing quite as freeing as coloring inside the box.
It's an adult book of emptiness
and...
in every phrase encoded, a setup;
a cosmic punchline open to poetic interpretation.
When the crowd jumped, I stayed sitting,
because mainstream sports viewership is a
perversion of nature.
I rule myself in dogmatic ways,
always taking in strays and fixing them.
Pulling off ticks, fat and happy in sloth and gluttony.
I squeeze them in my fingers and disassociate during the pop.
Nothing quite as freeing as coloring inside the box.
It's an adult book of emptiness
and...
#love
#heartbroken
#monsters
#MentalHealth
#myself
373 reads
2 Comments
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