Submissions by nikkimoe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
Today 1:43am
Today 1:43am
Making Sudden Movements
Drinking alone is boring
but I do it to keep the spirits alive.
Making fuck you phone calls
no love here just a some sort of
residual rust that I can't seem to get off.
Thin ice cracked but didn't break
so I'm gonna continue to skate
across fate and when I finally fall in
let the world know I wanted it this way.
but I do it to keep the spirits alive.
Making fuck you phone calls
no love here just a some sort of
residual rust that I can't seem to get off.
Thin ice cracked but didn't break
so I'm gonna continue to skate
across fate and when I finally fall in
let the world know I wanted it this way.
#LifeStruggles
#fate
7 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
Yesterday 7:25pm
Yesterday 7:25pm
Fishing in The Bottom of The Cerebrum
Black eyes that died many moons ago
still hold power to eclipse a heart
even if it's only momentarily.
Eyes, eyes, eyes
you'll never really know
what lies behind,
strange shit is lurking in the
mind, mind, mind.
Where am I?
I was told Earth yet I'm not real sure.
Macaroni and cheese is disgusting.
Globs. No globs for me.
I write this willingly
no one forced my hand.
There's cat hair in the weed
maybe I'm tripping
or I'm not.
Cat wants in my lap
he knows I'm busy...
still hold power to eclipse a heart
even if it's only momentarily.
Eyes, eyes, eyes
you'll never really know
what lies behind,
strange shit is lurking in the
mind, mind, mind.
Where am I?
I was told Earth yet I'm not real sure.
Macaroni and cheese is disgusting.
Globs. No globs for me.
I write this willingly
no one forced my hand.
There's cat hair in the weed
maybe I'm tripping
or I'm not.
Cat wants in my lap
he knows I'm busy...
#escape
#StreamOfConsciousness
21 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
Yesterday 1:07am
Yesterday 1:07am
Into The Ether
What is grief?
To me it's a long goodbye
and to others a way of life,
no two people bare it the same
yet every human has felt this pain
unless were talking about
sociopaths, they don't feel,
anything.
To me it's a long goodbye
and to others a way of life,
no two people bare it the same
yet every human has felt this pain
unless were talking about
sociopaths, they don't feel,
anything.
#anxiety
#grief
23 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2020 5:09pm
2nd Aug 2020 5:09pm
Obscure Fragments That Needle The Mind
The fuckin blurs
remnants of something
stuck in the brain
you can almost see but
will never be able to explain.
There's a hazy shape to all
of it.
It eludes yet never confirms.
remnants of something
stuck in the brain
you can almost see but
will never be able to explain.
There's a hazy shape to all
of it.
It eludes yet never confirms.
#universe
27 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2020 5:12am
2nd Aug 2020 5:12am
Bobby The Body
There's meat stuck in his teeth
pork and beef
his ass flows over the seat
all he can do is eat and eat.
He wants more than his plate can hold
oats and corn are stuck in his belly rolls
soon the seeds of glutney start to grow
chowing down is all he knows.
One chin has become four
his feet drag slowly across the floor
he's out of breath but he needs more,
there's hidden candy in the drawer.
His bed is a chair that reclines
gumdrops do not dance in his mind
he dreams of another world and time
eats a doughnut, waits to...
pork and beef
his ass flows over the seat
all he can do is eat and eat.
He wants more than his plate can hold
oats and corn are stuck in his belly rolls
soon the seeds of glutney start to grow
chowing down is all he knows.
One chin has become four
his feet drag slowly across the floor
he's out of breath but he needs more,
there's hidden candy in the drawer.
His bed is a chair that reclines
gumdrops do not dance in his mind
he dreams of another world and time
eats a doughnut, waits to...
#food
#addiction
35 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Aug 2020 4:25pm
1st Aug 2020 4:25pm
Hefty Cinch Sak
Sometimes you pick up litter
and other times you gotta
call a garbage human out
on their bullshit.
Put trash in its place.
and other times you gotta
call a garbage human out
on their bullshit.
Put trash in its place.
#dark
#universe
#tragedy
30 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Aug 2020 3:43am
1st Aug 2020 3:43am
Shut The f**k Up
His lame words coupled with
a monotone voice turned the
wax in her ears to adipocere.
Bored to death.
a monotone voice turned the
wax in her ears to adipocere.
Bored to death.
#silence
48 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jul 2020 5:00pm
26th Jul 2020 5:00pm
Kibble and My Two Bits
Behold the witching hour.
Spells cast in the past
come back to haunt and
taunt a mind already weakened
by the long day.
Cats in hats bat at a face that's
been disgraced
they want food, they dont care
about shitty moods
so you're forced to get up anyways.
Mirror, mirror on the shelf
fuck you for making me
look at myself, I already
know who I am, I don't like
Green Eggs and Ham, give
me a bagel with everything.
Spells cast in the past
come back to haunt and
taunt a mind already weakened
by the long day.
Cats in hats bat at a face that's
been disgraced
they want food, they dont care
about shitty moods
so you're forced to get up anyways.
Mirror, mirror on the shelf
fuck you for making me
look at myself, I already
know who I am, I don't like
Green Eggs and Ham, give
me a bagel with everything.
#anxiety
#dreams
#LifeStruggles #cats
#LifeStruggles #cats
50 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jul 2020 1:11am
25th Jul 2020 1:11am
Norm's BBQ
Imagine a guy inviting 15 people over
for a BBQ, he buys one 8 pack of
hotdogs, then he gets a 6 pack of buns
and make his way to the register.
Fast forward and the 8 dogs are on the
grill, the 6 buns are open and waiting.
15 people show up. 7 of those people
notice the 8 dogs and 6 buns and
know they don't want any of that,
they're even questioning why they're
there in the first place. They knew better.
The other 8 people make their
way towards the dogs and buns,
this is where it gets interesting when it ...
for a BBQ, he buys one 8 pack of
hotdogs, then he gets a 6 pack of buns
and make his way to the register.
Fast forward and the 8 dogs are on the
grill, the 6 buns are open and waiting.
15 people show up. 7 of those people
notice the 8 dogs and 6 buns and
know they don't want any of that,
they're even questioning why they're
there in the first place. They knew better.
The other 8 people make their
way towards the dogs and buns,
this is where it gets interesting when it ...
#food
#ghosts
#manipulation
46 reads
11 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Jul 2020 1:36pm
24th Jul 2020 1:36pm
Apple of My Eye
All organic things
rot.
Eventually,
even you.
rot.
Eventually,
even you.
#death
42 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Jul 2020 1:53am
24th Jul 2020 1:53am
Inner City Prison Of The Mind
Dark alleys are the best spot
for a late night smoke,
rats scurry past and the city
sounds of speeding cars,
trains and ambulances.
Light pollution so no stars
and barely a moon.
Headlights create shadows
that don't stick around long,
they race across the wall.
Urban Idols, Allegory of The Cave
in a modern apocalyptic way.
Everything is an illusion, there's
so much more then this dark alley
and cigarette yet it feels like home,
why bother to look for more.
...
for a late night smoke,
rats scurry past and the city
sounds of speeding cars,
trains and ambulances.
Light pollution so no stars
and barely a moon.
Headlights create shadows
that don't stick around long,
they race across the wall.
Urban Idols, Allegory of The Cave
in a modern apocalyptic way.
Everything is an illusion, there's
so much more then this dark alley
and cigarette yet it feels like home,
why bother to look for more.
...
#moon
#stars
#night #metaphor
#night #metaphor
41 reads
11 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2020 00:11am
23rd Jul 2020 00:11am
That Should Be Yellow
Monochrome moments
that bleed into more
for someone somewhere.
They never remember it
like you do
maybe in shades
just not full color.
that bleed into more
for someone somewhere.
They never remember it
like you do
maybe in shades
just not full color.
#memories
44 reads
7 Comments
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