Submissions by nervsy (nervs.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write vignettes based on my experiences con mi vida loca as a young punk rocker growing up in Los Angeles.
ANGER POEM
Published
9th Nov 2022 4:45am
9th Nov 2022 4:45am
You Found Me
I found me and I guess you found me too
I put my best foot forward that day, knots in my stomach and all.
You’d come from so far to get your head straight. Was it the benzos or the leg mutilations that got you here, I forget, but that’s besides the point.
I was secretly hoping you’d come here, maybe Malibu or something. I was so happy you chose to be so close, Woodland Hills!
A few minutes from my work. God I’m nervous writing about this even years after the fact.
My friend teased me so much that day. She wanted to meet you but my anxiety was too high. I know she’d...
I put my best foot forward that day, knots in my stomach and all.
You’d come from so far to get your head straight. Was it the benzos or the leg mutilations that got you here, I forget, but that’s besides the point.
I was secretly hoping you’d come here, maybe Malibu or something. I was so happy you chose to be so close, Woodland Hills!
A few minutes from my work. God I’m nervous writing about this even years after the fact.
My friend teased me so much that day. She wanted to meet you but my anxiety was too high. I know she’d...
#sadness
#depression
#breakup
#despair
#healing
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2022 10:05pm
3rd Nov 2022 10:05pm
Digital Horoscope
Search beyond the wires
I get into you and snip snap the dead connectors
solder acrimony and other inputs you’ve thrown
It’s all dead ends, tangled lines
You run programs that fail and turn them in for half a credit
My cement and brutalist head, my cement and incorruptible shoes, my cement and algorithmic views on what would turn you on and off
Unpluggable
Your singed blonde boards, my cement head
I get into you and snip snap the dead connectors
solder acrimony and other inputs you’ve thrown
It’s all dead ends, tangled lines
You run programs that fail and turn them in for half a credit
My cement and brutalist head, my cement and incorruptible shoes, my cement and algorithmic views on what would turn you on and off
Unpluggable
Your singed blonde boards, my cement head
#love
255 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2022 6:54pm
3rd Nov 2022 6:54pm
Fragments of Desire
I spin as I dance a dance like none I have
performed
The rays of the moon madden and
encourage nudity, not only of the body but
of the mind
Strips of flesh fall from my naked body
Delicate laces of fat shed away
Bones rattle where only a few moments
ago I was clothed with desire
I call this dance freedom
Alone I make my own felicity
performed
The rays of the moon madden and
encourage nudity, not only of the body but
of the mind
Strips of flesh fall from my naked body
Delicate laces of fat shed away
Bones rattle where only a few moments
ago I was clothed with desire
I call this dance freedom
Alone I make my own felicity
#frustration
#freedom
#sensual
158 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Oct 2022 00:35am
25th Oct 2022 00:35am
Unity
I don't want to be your lover
I want to be a spirit that floats 3 inches
above you
I don't want to be your friend
I want to be the shoes you trample on when you make your way into the world
I don't want to be your mother
I'd rather be the ocean mist that adorns
your cheek and evaporates on your bicep
I don't want to be an enemy
I want to be the dirt you came from and
will return to when death calls
I don't want to be a stranger
I want to be the echo of your name you
turn to face when you are called
I want to be with you, in...
I want to be a spirit that floats 3 inches
above you
I don't want to be your friend
I want to be the shoes you trample on when you make your way into the world
I don't want to be your mother
I'd rather be the ocean mist that adorns
your cheek and evaporates on your bicep
I don't want to be an enemy
I want to be the dirt you came from and
will return to when death calls
I don't want to be a stranger
I want to be the echo of your name you
turn to face when you are called
I want to be with you, in...
#love
#obsession
277 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Oct 2022 10:42pm
21st Oct 2022 10:42pm
Onan
Alone on the beach of my body
The sands are not tan but black, putrid
black
There will be no crashing waves of skin
against my grain and I'm sure my tides will
lead you to where you think you ought to
go
My gentle rocks, small and gelatinous,
consist of tiny pours and compromised
movements
The reef is a pillow and I cry a hefty load of
salt
The sands are not tan but black, putrid
black
There will be no crashing waves of skin
against my grain and I'm sure my tides will
lead you to where you think you ought to
go
My gentle rocks, small and gelatinous,
consist of tiny pours and compromised
movements
The reef is a pillow and I cry a hefty load of
salt
#erotic
237 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
21st Oct 2022 4:24pm
21st Oct 2022 4:24pm
A Tiny Person in the Rain
A means to an end
An end to it all I mean
Put it off and the hole widens
Think it through, there must be something I missed? A silver lining?
I’m the queen of waiting for the miracle
Be it a cloud passing by or a bunch of purple posies next to my shoe when I tied it so long ago
The silver lining to the worst day of my life that happens to be everyday if my life
The human condition
I’m waiting here, can I have some room?
I really wanna feel and touch what is out there
What I find is old scars, some toothpick and my tomb
Sorry is...
An end to it all I mean
Put it off and the hole widens
Think it through, there must be something I missed? A silver lining?
I’m the queen of waiting for the miracle
Be it a cloud passing by or a bunch of purple posies next to my shoe when I tied it so long ago
The silver lining to the worst day of my life that happens to be everyday if my life
The human condition
I’m waiting here, can I have some room?
I really wanna feel and touch what is out there
What I find is old scars, some toothpick and my tomb
Sorry is...
#sadness
#depression
#dark #suicide
#dark #suicide
552 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
18th Oct 2022 5:09am
18th Oct 2022 5:09am
Person with a Trash pin on their coat
I feel like ima faint when I work the mid shift at a god forsaken convalescent Home
I never have time to eat
I wake up at 1, having come in from the noc shift at 7am, take a shower and brace myself
I always need long periods of time where I’m just thinking and completely inert
I think of nothing, everything and all in between
My stomach hurts
I recognize the back of my mothers head more than the front in childhood memories
Where did our friendship go to die?
Is my friend usurping my personality and mannerisms, albeit poorly?
Today I think about...
I never have time to eat
I wake up at 1, having come in from the noc shift at 7am, take a shower and brace myself
I always need long periods of time where I’m just thinking and completely inert
I think of nothing, everything and all in between
My stomach hurts
I recognize the back of my mothers head more than the front in childhood memories
Where did our friendship go to die?
Is my friend usurping my personality and mannerisms, albeit poorly?
Today I think about...
#identity
#mirror
#memories
#myself
#SelfReflection
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Oct 2022 11:40pm
4th Oct 2022 11:40pm
The Sleepless
he lays awake while the others can sleep
although unknowable his reasons are many and always deep
the seeds are planted in his mind, they grow more grotesque with time
He tells me of his pondering, headaches, and the sublime
Would that I could take away his pain, I reach out to help but it’s all in vain
although unknowable his reasons are many and always deep
the seeds are planted in his mind, they grow more grotesque with time
He tells me of his pondering, headaches, and the sublime
Would that I could take away his pain, I reach out to help but it’s all in vain
#insomnia
#rhyming
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Sep 2022 00:36am
27th Sep 2022 00:36am
Blank
What am I doing today? What am I doing with my days? It’s all a blur. When trauma responses in the form of depersonalization happen so much I don’t remember a fucking thing anymore. Even when I want and know I should be present I cannot. The concert, the feeling of your laughter and warmth it’s all a big fucking black hole now. Why even go another day of shit if I can’t even enjoy in the good stuff
#sadness
#depression
#MentalHealth
289 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Sep 2022 9:16pm
13th Sep 2022 9:16pm
human condition
they watch the static it turns them on
they feel the energy, it turns them on
constant living, moving on
constant static, the list goes on
inert in a warehouse, the time passes on
inert in my bed, the week went on
constant dying, I hear no name
constant static, the human game
they feel the energy, it turns them on
constant living, moving on
constant static, the list goes on
inert in a warehouse, the time passes on
inert in my bed, the week went on
constant dying, I hear no name
constant static, the human game
#boredom
156 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
11th Sep 2022 7:02am
11th Sep 2022 7:02am
Angie
I found you
Under the reconstruction bridge of our youth
I found you
With your direction so firmly plastered on some cracked digitizer
I found you where I thought and felt you’d always be
Patiently waiting, your large eyes fixated on the cross of the little Olvera church
You never left and you never needed or wanted
You stayed sweet like cursi high school year book notes
You stayed there, where you needed to be
My veins take the train ride home, over the bridge, over your soul
The bridge is your soul, no?
What little house hides you? What...
Under the reconstruction bridge of our youth
I found you
With your direction so firmly plastered on some cracked digitizer
I found you where I thought and felt you’d always be
Patiently waiting, your large eyes fixated on the cross of the little Olvera church
You never left and you never needed or wanted
You stayed sweet like cursi high school year book notes
You stayed there, where you needed to be
My veins take the train ride home, over the bridge, over your soul
The bridge is your soul, no?
What little house hides you? What...
#BestFriend
#friendship
273 reads
4 Comments
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