Submissions by nightbirdblue
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am fluid polygender, identifying as both “she/her” & ”they/them” • Panromantic and married to the love of my life! 🏳️🌈 Poetry on mental illness, spirituality, LGBTQIA2+ experiences, and surviving DV.
Firestorm
blazing sorceress
of the night
igniting my passions
unforetold
with firebolts
lighting up my dark skies
and the heat of two bodies
entangled, as flame
becoming, together
one growing inferno
reaching for climax
intertwined
until pulsating cyclones
erupt and convulse
scorching our love
deep into our souls…
with my seductive tempest:
femme fatale
of the night
igniting my passions
unforetold
with firebolts
lighting up my dark skies
and the heat of two bodies
entangled, as flame
becoming, together
one growing inferno
reaching for climax
intertwined
until pulsating cyclones
erupt and convulse
scorching our love
deep into our souls…
with my seductive tempest:
femme fatale
#fire
#orgasm
#passion
#sensual
#storm
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The Truth Is…
I’m exhausted
Because I cried myself to sleep last night
And although I don’t talk about it
I think about suicide almost every day
I wonder if I’ll ever be happy
I am torn and conflicted
I still love a woman I met a decade ago
But she’ll probably never know
I look at a photo of her and I every day
And it’s probably silly of me
But I’m only human
I keep picking myself up
Forcing myself awake and out of bed every day
Just to repeat the same motions of monotony
And...
Because I cried myself to sleep last night
And although I don’t talk about it
I think about suicide almost every day
I wonder if I’ll ever be happy
I am torn and conflicted
I still love a woman I met a decade ago
But she’ll probably never know
I look at a photo of her and I every day
And it’s probably silly of me
But I’m only human
I keep picking myself up
Forcing myself awake and out of bed every day
Just to repeat the same motions of monotony
And...
#confessional
#memories
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#suicide
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Zephyr
Passing through a bed of flowers
The gentle wind here blows
Ruffling petals in the breeze
With a sweet scent that flows
Wherever the current takes it
From this river to the meadow
Blossoms dance with vibrance
A breezy ambiance grows
The posies are an assortment
Some red, some pink, some yellow
Grateful for mother nature’s gifts
All that I can see from my window
The gentle wind here blows
Ruffling petals in the breeze
With a sweet scent that flows
Wherever the current takes it
From this river to the meadow
Blossoms dance with vibrance
A breezy ambiance grows
The posies are an assortment
Some red, some pink, some yellow
Grateful for mother nature’s gifts
All that I can see from my window
#flowers
#NaPoWriMo2024
#nature
#rhyming
#wind
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Poetry Is My Therapist
I tell you all my secrets
For you, I do not hide
Trusting in the process
Remaking my life
Never knowing what
The next stanza will bring
If I’ll be poetically crying
Or if I will sweetly sing
This write, it is a journey
Through past lives and woes
Trauma that dredges up
Memories morose
Then there are all those times
When I have really pushed through
And rid myself of bad habits
Seeing now with a clearer view
This pulse of life, I ride out
Wonder where it’ll take me next...
For you, I do not hide
Trusting in the process
Remaking my life
Never knowing what
The next stanza will bring
If I’ll be poetically crying
Or if I will sweetly sing
This write, it is a journey
Through past lives and woes
Trauma that dredges up
Memories morose
Then there are all those times
When I have really pushed through
And rid myself of bad habits
Seeing now with a clearer view
This pulse of life, I ride out
Wonder where it’ll take me next...
#healing
#honesty
#PowerOfWords
#vulnerability
#WritingPoetry
206 reads
16 Comments
Body Dysmorphic Disorder
Grief
At my body
How it’s grown
Aged and wrinkled
Sagging sacks
Of skin hanging
Hunched over
Half alive eyes
Trying to block out
The voices inside
Trying to avoid
Trying to withstand
My judging mind
Words in my head
Scars on my arms
And on the rest of me
Once reminded me
Not to eat
Now I have cellulite legs
Rolls on my back
Stomach’s protruding
Self control I lack
Binge eating
My worries away
Consequences
I now pay
My body...
At my body
How it’s grown
Aged and wrinkled
Sagging sacks
Of skin hanging
Hunched over
Half alive eyes
Trying to block out
The voices inside
Trying to avoid
Trying to withstand
My judging mind
Words in my head
Scars on my arms
And on the rest of me
Once reminded me
Not to eat
Now I have cellulite legs
Rolls on my back
Stomach’s protruding
Self control I lack
Binge eating
My worries away
Consequences
I now pay
My body...
#EatingDisorder
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#SelfHarm
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Biosemiosis
in nature there is a poem unwritten
conversation had through root systems
about the nature of itself, smitten
with all of life’s pulsing rhythms
the psalm of melodious birdsong
or show of a soulmate dancing along
life as we know it witnesses, each dawn
what is unspoken from mother to fawn
lives entangled together in chaos
words woven upon a bed of damp moss
poetry, a hymn among woodland gods
from forest river to mountain tops
from sun-kissed fields lit up bright
to the dark depths of ocean’s...
conversation had through root systems
about the nature of itself, smitten
with all of life’s pulsing rhythms
the psalm of melodious birdsong
or show of a soulmate dancing along
life as we know it witnesses, each dawn
what is unspoken from mother to fawn
lives entangled together in chaos
words woven upon a bed of damp moss
poetry, a hymn among woodland gods
from forest river to mountain tops
from sun-kissed fields lit up bright
to the dark depths of ocean’s...
#nature
#pagan
#spiritual
#symbolism
#WritingPoetry
166 reads
14 Comments
Book of Life
My hair
is being pulled
by the winds
of time
Stories
once written
in this book
of life
For every
other page
there’s a
raging storm
The paper
soaking wet
raining tears
that transform
These chapters
of my life
that I made
it through
Lessons
repeated
until I found
the truth:
I am
the author
I see all
the patterns…
That day
the
hourglass
shattered
is being pulled
by the winds
of time
Stories
once written
in this book
of life
For every
other page
there’s a
raging storm
The paper
soaking wet
raining tears
that transform
These chapters
of my life
that I made
it through
Lessons
repeated
until I found
the truth:
I am
the author
I see all
the patterns…
That day
the
hourglass
shattered
#books
#NaPoWriMo2024
#PersonalGrowth
#TimeHeals
#LifeAsAWriter
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Fractured Light
Vibrant rays of light are
Bouncing and beaming
Reflecting off of mirrors
It shows me what I’m seeking
Imperfections glued together
Over cracks that split across
Dividing up reflections
From once whole solid glass
Shards of glass are falling
I put the pieces back together
Seeing myself in every
Little splinter of mirror
What does the story tell?
How do the shards add up?
This story is fragmented
But I will never give up
One day I will be whole again
And I’ll see my true...
Bouncing and beaming
Reflecting off of mirrors
It shows me what I’m seeking
Imperfections glued together
Over cracks that split across
Dividing up reflections
From once whole solid glass
Shards of glass are falling
I put the pieces back together
Seeing myself in every
Little splinter of mirror
What does the story tell?
How do the shards add up?
This story is fragmented
But I will never give up
One day I will be whole again
And I’ll see my true...
#healing
#mirror
#NaPoWriMo2024
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfReflection
113 reads
6 Comments
Overwhelmed
sometimes I can get so overwhelmed
lost in the swirling twirling around
before I know it I’ve chewed up my lip
and it starts feeling like I’m losing grip
on reality, what does it all mean?!
too many thoughts internally competing
lists I’ve made are meant to prevent this
from happening
in the first place
but it’s a pace
I can’t maintain
slowly losing
all I’ve gained
anxiety
wins
again
lost in the swirling twirling around
before I know it I’ve chewed up my lip
and it starts feeling like I’m losing grip
on reality, what does it all mean?!
too many thoughts internally competing
lists I’ve made are meant to prevent this
from happening
in the first place
but it’s a pace
I can’t maintain
slowly losing
all I’ve gained
anxiety
wins
again
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#NaPoWriMo2024
96 reads
8 Comments
The Tide
Oceanic lust for the tides
That pull me deep into you
Gazing into your indigo eyes
I’m spellbound and imbued
Setting aside all of my pride
Grateful for the view
You are my tour guide
Through the deep seas blue
Arms opening toward the sky
Seeking the hidden truths
Blinded by divine light
I am healed and renewed
As though this is some great design
A spiritual path to pursue
I open my eyes wide
To witness all shades and hues
That pull me deep into you
Gazing into your indigo eyes
I’m spellbound and imbued
Setting aside all of my pride
Grateful for the view
You are my tour guide
Through the deep seas blue
Arms opening toward the sky
Seeking the hidden truths
Blinded by divine light
I am healed and renewed
As though this is some great design
A spiritual path to pursue
I open my eyes wide
To witness all shades and hues
#NaPoWriMo2024
#nature
#sea
#spiritual
#water
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Transfiguration
I’m looking back
over my shoulder
but the view has now
changed…
I can no longer be
who I used to be
a new me must be
made…
Making peace with mistakes
of yesteryear
I am no longer
afraid…
Focused on my values
taking a fresh direction
and learning from the
old…
Painting me with
novel brush strokes
kneading clay into the
mold…
Rising from the ashes
of my former life
building a brand new
home…
…I am writing a brand new Poem…
...
over my shoulder
but the view has now
changed…
I can no longer be
who I used to be
a new me must be
made…
Making peace with mistakes
of yesteryear
I am no longer
afraid…
Focused on my values
taking a fresh direction
and learning from the
old…
Painting me with
novel brush strokes
kneading clay into the
mold…
Rising from the ashes
of my former life
building a brand new
home…
…I am writing a brand new Poem…
...
#healing
#learning
#NaPoWriMo2024
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfReflection
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Metamorphosis
Maybe I don’t hate myself anymore…
I used to be consumed
By a deep self-loathing
But I’m learning now
How to be self-forgiving
I used to be burdened
By traumatic memories
But the memories are fading
And being replaced
With notions of fortitude
With newfound grace
Growing in self-love
Growing in strength
No longer disturbed
By tragic past times
I have finally returned
To my rhythm and rhyme
I used to be consumed
By a deep self-loathing
But I’m learning now
How to be self-forgiving
I used to be burdened
By traumatic memories
But the memories are fading
And being replaced
With notions of fortitude
With newfound grace
Growing in self-love
Growing in strength
No longer disturbed
By tragic past times
I have finally returned
To my rhythm and rhyme
#MentalHealth
#NaPoWriMo2024
#PersonalGrowth
#PTSD
#learning
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14 Comments
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