Submissions by nikkimoe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Water Dripping Methodically In The Background
There were these words that longed
to be released, but the heart kept
them in a sinking ship near the
Bermuda Triangle part of the brain.
Actions aren't as loud as we
were lead to believe,
constant wondering is
actually quite maddening,
I guess there's something about
insanity that makes one want to
see if things might change.
The silence brings thoughts of
mechanical gears rotating slowly
in the mind, clicking into place
one notch, tinging tines,
more crazy, more of nothing. ...
to be released, but the heart kept
them in a sinking ship near the
Bermuda Triangle part of the brain.
Actions aren't as loud as we
were lead to believe,
constant wondering is
actually quite maddening,
I guess there's something about
insanity that makes one want to
see if things might change.
The silence brings thoughts of
mechanical gears rotating slowly
in the mind, clicking into place
one notch, tinging tines,
more crazy, more of nothing. ...
#water
#silence
#fairies #dawn
#fairies #dawn
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Yeah, I know.
Do nothing.
Do better.
Do something.
Do fucking do fucking do.
The shit never stops.
Apparently when it does,
you're dead, but you're still
doing shit as you rot.
Energy and whatnot.
Do better.
Do something.
Do fucking do fucking do.
The shit never stops.
Apparently when it does,
you're dead, but you're still
doing shit as you rot.
Energy and whatnot.
#anxiety
#unicorns
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As The Neurons Oscillate
Running
spinning
gliding
tripping
falling
through life.
Catch me later
or not at all.
The brain almost feels like soup,
actually a stew, it's thick,
like someone added a roux.
Carrots and potatoes in the ears
too bad it all tastes like shit
when it hits the palet,
of reality.
Think about it.
Or do you think too much already?
Perceive what you want.
spinning
gliding
tripping
falling
through life.
Catch me later
or not at all.
The brain almost feels like soup,
actually a stew, it's thick,
like someone added a roux.
Carrots and potatoes in the ears
too bad it all tastes like shit
when it hits the palet,
of reality.
Think about it.
Or do you think too much already?
Perceive what you want.
#earth
#universe
#unicorns
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That Damn Chair That's Always There
Still just a chair
that's always there,
yet now, no one
sits because of
all the shit
that's all over it.
It, me, same fucking thing.
that's always there,
yet now, no one
sits because of
all the shit
that's all over it.
It, me, same fucking thing.
#stars
#fairies
#unicorns
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10 Comments
Drowning in Thoughts
Dead deer heads on a wall in a movie
make her want her own trophy kill.
She hunts herself in a cerebral maze
always able to escape but knowing
one day her head will hang on a plaque
in her very own reflective subjectivity,
if it isn't already.
make her want her own trophy kill.
She hunts herself in a cerebral maze
always able to escape but knowing
one day her head will hang on a plaque
in her very own reflective subjectivity,
if it isn't already.
#universe
#unicorns
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8 Comments
Fight Me
Letting my heart wrestle
with my ego,
even though
I already know,
who the winner is.
with my ego,
even though
I already know,
who the winner is.
#sadness
#identity
#LifeStruggles
64 reads
7 Comments
Waving and Smiling
How many fucking times can a person
say they're fine until it becomes
the truth?
I'm not sure either but I'm hoping
it's cheaper than therapy.
say they're fine until it becomes
the truth?
I'm not sure either but I'm hoping
it's cheaper than therapy.
#LifeStruggles
#healing
86 reads
17 Comments
20-20 Vision
When sorrow settles
in the pit of your stomach
you find yourself lost in reflection,
the reflection you see
is in a puddle of madness,
the reflection you seek
runs down the hallways
of the grey matter in the brain
avoiding being really seen
yet it screams inside of you
wanting to be heard, it is,
loudly and clearly but
seeing it would make it
reality and who the fuck wants that?
Stay hidden.
Better for all.
in the pit of your stomach
you find yourself lost in reflection,
the reflection you see
is in a puddle of madness,
the reflection you seek
runs down the hallways
of the grey matter in the brain
avoiding being really seen
yet it screams inside of you
wanting to be heard, it is,
loudly and clearly but
seeing it would make it
reality and who the fuck wants that?
Stay hidden.
Better for all.
#anxiety
#universe
#StreamOfConsciousness
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11 Comments
The After Midnight Sham
He vexes my soul
I want more
yet a passionate nothing
is all I'll ever know.
Depressed and empty,
it's well deserved.
Xanax for my nerves
and a glass of wine
so I feel less like swine
for a minute anyways.
I want more
yet a passionate nothing
is all I'll ever know.
Depressed and empty,
it's well deserved.
Xanax for my nerves
and a glass of wine
so I feel less like swine
for a minute anyways.
#anxiety
#love
#depression #lover
#depression #lover
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From What I've Gathered
Nothing can capture true beauty
better than someone or something
deemed "unlovable" my own
eyes have gazed upon such sad glory.
As if everyone else is blind or their vision
gets distorted so that cant really see
whats actually there, because they
couldn't handle it.
If they say your are not, just know that
you most definitely are.
better than someone or something
deemed "unlovable" my own
eyes have gazed upon such sad glory.
As if everyone else is blind or their vision
gets distorted so that cant really see
whats actually there, because they
couldn't handle it.
If they say your are not, just know that
you most definitely are.
#SelfWorth
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Hollow Openings
He searched her pockets
and found his soul,
he searched her soul
and found nothing,
which happened to be
more than he expected.
and found his soul,
he searched her soul
and found nothing,
which happened to be
more than he expected.
#anxiety
#FeelingLost
82 reads
13 Comments
Gin-motherf**king-su
The slaughter house heart
has begun to beat the war drum.
Cries from the abattoir can be
heard and felt throughout the body.
Words will be knives and we shall
stab each other to death
in order to get on
with the rest of our lives.
Part of us,
will die tonight.
has begun to beat the war drum.
Cries from the abattoir can be
heard and felt throughout the body.
Words will be knives and we shall
stab each other to death
in order to get on
with the rest of our lives.
Part of us,
will die tonight.
#love
#fate
#karma
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