Submissions by mel44
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write as an outlet to make sense of my world and experiences. My purpose of sharing my words with others is in the hope that readers may identify with them insofar as what it means for them.
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
6th Mar 2017 8:39pm
6th Mar 2017 8:39pm
Perception is the key
Alcohol, so ordinary, a part of our culture. Easily obtained and a social acceptance in its legitimacy. We celebrate life’s successes, transitions and holidays with our liquid spirits and we mourn our losses in the same fashion. We experience liberation, companionship and connection. A truth serum, we believe, and so we think its effects reveal character and we adopt the persona. This lovely mead, simply magical in its power to lift our spirits as well as calm our soul. Our tolerance for inebriation is extreme. We embrace its comforts as it cures all that ails us…until it doesn’t. ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Mar 2017 6:05pm
5th Mar 2017 6:05pm
Stigma
Hide the intensity
Of a heart beat
Portray no emotion
Keep feelings discrete
Repress all pain
To a world unknown
Locked in a closet
Not let it be shown
Smile away sadness
If one must pretend
Keep it in hiding
The sorrow will mend
Laugh through tears
From empty eyes
Cast a shadow
Keep truth in disguise
Of a heart beat
Portray no emotion
Keep feelings discrete
Repress all pain
To a world unknown
Locked in a closet
Not let it be shown
Smile away sadness
If one must pretend
Keep it in hiding
The sorrow will mend
Laugh through tears
From empty eyes
Cast a shadow
Keep truth in disguise
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Mar 2017 5:56pm
5th Mar 2017 5:56pm
Adore
Always my passion
most precious love I've known
could not live without you
caring not to stand alone
Beside you I am whole
never more complete
loving me always
no others compete
All the parts of you
my lover, I adore
my existence
soul mates ever more
Holding you in my heart
desire embraced
feel how much I love you
you are my saving grace
most precious love I've known
could not live without you
caring not to stand alone
Beside you I am whole
never more complete
loving me always
no others compete
All the parts of you
my lover, I adore
my existence
soul mates ever more
Holding you in my heart
desire embraced
feel how much I love you
you are my saving grace
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Mar 2017 11:59am
4th Mar 2017 11:59am
Daughter's Loss
Watching her choke
clutching her frail hand
her eyes screamed
unable to stand
grimace upon her face
as she could not breathe
from this aching moment
I find no reprieve
Loss and tragedy
my mind associates
grief stricken flashes
my soul it implicates
feeling barren
overwrought by pain
lingering in my body
feeling disdain
Her courage I remember
it lures me to a place
memory of her existence
mourning will not erase ...
clutching her frail hand
her eyes screamed
unable to stand
grimace upon her face
as she could not breathe
from this aching moment
I find no reprieve
Loss and tragedy
my mind associates
grief stricken flashes
my soul it implicates
feeling barren
overwrought by pain
lingering in my body
feeling disdain
Her courage I remember
it lures me to a place
memory of her existence
mourning will not erase ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Mar 2017 11:34am
4th Mar 2017 11:34am
I See Her
Her tears ask for a reply
To a question unknown
Her world is in a bottle
Her travels, all alone
Her love requires nothing
Her strength, so much more.
Inside of her is emptiness
Just the same as before
Her torment, so painful
To those she leaves behind
What will offer comfort
To her world so unkind?
To a question unknown
Her world is in a bottle
Her travels, all alone
Her love requires nothing
Her strength, so much more.
Inside of her is emptiness
Just the same as before
Her torment, so painful
To those she leaves behind
What will offer comfort
To her world so unkind?
#strength
#courage
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Mar 2017 2:09am
4th Mar 2017 2:09am
The Storm
It is not the time that makes a friend
Although we have so much
It is not the compliments in the end
It is our pain that makes us tough
It is the truth and consequence
That does keep us real
Things we cannot quench
Make us more able to feel
We do not know what we deserve
But know others need more
we pull from our reserve
For those that we adore
We believe we have no worth
And at what such a cost
We think no value here on earth
so much have we lost
Yet so much there is to gain
For us and those...
Although we have so much
It is not the compliments in the end
It is our pain that makes us tough
It is the truth and consequence
That does keep us real
Things we cannot quench
Make us more able to feel
We do not know what we deserve
But know others need more
we pull from our reserve
For those that we adore
We believe we have no worth
And at what such a cost
We think no value here on earth
so much have we lost
Yet so much there is to gain
For us and those...
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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DRUGS POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2017 6:42am
3rd Mar 2017 6:42am
Relapse
Again I am existing in between
Petrified to stop and no way to wean
I saw the recoil before it came
Yet reverted to safety, just the same
Oh the storm, I saw it brewing
But my senses were just renewing
Observing the trenches of my soul
I knew the source would take it's toll
Open and wounded with no chain-mail
How do I recover and begin to sail?
Petrified to stop and no way to wean
I saw the recoil before it came
Yet reverted to safety, just the same
Oh the storm, I saw it brewing
But my senses were just renewing
Observing the trenches of my soul
I knew the source would take it's toll
Open and wounded with no chain-mail
How do I recover and begin to sail?
#LifeCycle
#healing
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2017 6:35am
3rd Mar 2017 6:35am
My Rock
The voice I heard, not my own
Plunging into madness
Never am I to be the same
Pained and completely restless
Is there a reason to be alive
As scars continue to bleed
Manic mind and tortured soul
Drinking wretched mead
I cried again for help once more
As expected, I was alone
Imagine how dead I felt
To find my rock was just a stone
Plunging into madness
Never am I to be the same
Pained and completely restless
Is there a reason to be alive
As scars continue to bleed
Manic mind and tortured soul
Drinking wretched mead
I cried again for help once more
As expected, I was alone
Imagine how dead I felt
To find my rock was just a stone
#StreamOfConsciousness
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