Submissions by nikkimoe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Mar 2021 4:43pm
17th Mar 2021 4:43pm
New Place, New Location, Same Person.
I watched someone move
a million miles away to escape,
themselves,
only to find themselves tangled inside
themselves again.
a million miles away to escape,
themselves,
only to find themselves tangled inside
themselves again.
#stars
#fairies
#unicorns
82 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Mar 2021 4:23pm
10th Mar 2021 4:23pm
Screwed and The Thoughts That Just Won't Stop
Sitting with a broken leg in front of
a slightly open window with lace curtains
memories of Norman Bate's mother
posed in a similar fashion flood
my mind. She's dead and I am half alive.
This shit is psycho. I can't even take
a real shower.
The lace is old and falling apart, pieces
of it turn into dust and disappear.
A metamorphosis of sorts,
and a metaphor of sorts.
All sorts. Out of sorts. Sorts.
Nothing is lost on me. Hyper sensitive
and I can feel intent. It's amazing how
the brain...
a slightly open window with lace curtains
memories of Norman Bate's mother
posed in a similar fashion flood
my mind. She's dead and I am half alive.
This shit is psycho. I can't even take
a real shower.
The lace is old and falling apart, pieces
of it turn into dust and disappear.
A metamorphosis of sorts,
and a metaphor of sorts.
All sorts. Out of sorts. Sorts.
Nothing is lost on me. Hyper sensitive
and I can feel intent. It's amazing how
the brain...
#fairies
#unicorns
#hurt
76 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Feb 2021 3:42am
16th Feb 2021 3:42am
Get Close Enough and You Can Hear The Crackling
It's cold
but that's okay
most hells are hot.
In the chest lives
an ice sculpture
something similar
to the human heart.
It does not beat
it's expanding
and contracting
from the deep freeze.
No breath, it's more
of a brisk breeze.
No death
it's just a cool release.
Sublime into vapour.
but that's okay
most hells are hot.
In the chest lives
an ice sculpture
something similar
to the human heart.
It does not beat
it's expanding
and contracting
from the deep freeze.
No breath, it's more
of a brisk breeze.
No death
it's just a cool release.
Sublime into vapour.
#storm
#unicorns
74 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Feb 2021 00:21am
16th Feb 2021 00:21am
The Tick and Take
You spend years with someone
only to recall moments.
Strange.
Those too begin to fade.
Up, up and away
far, far and away those moments
popping like frozen ballons.
A voice can be heard but you're not
sure if it's the same or some fucked
version of what the mind thinks it
might have sounded like.
Nothing is what you think it was
it's all brain games, picking out the
best parts, even the bad doesn't
seem all bad, right now,
but it was, that's why you're
left with those fragmented...
only to recall moments.
Strange.
Those too begin to fade.
Up, up and away
far, far and away those moments
popping like frozen ballons.
A voice can be heard but you're not
sure if it's the same or some fucked
version of what the mind thinks it
might have sounded like.
Nothing is what you think it was
it's all brain games, picking out the
best parts, even the bad doesn't
seem all bad, right now,
but it was, that's why you're
left with those fragmented...
#unicorns
#MovingOn
52 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Feb 2021 10:30pm
5th Feb 2021 10:30pm
Who The f**k Is That?
Walking past a mirror and having
to look twice.
Holy fuck, that's me.
Aging.
I often wonder what the world would be
like if sperm were limited instead
of eggs.
As women get older it's like someone
put a cloaking device in your body and
slowly but surely you begin to fade.
No one sees you anymore.
Tragically Invisible.
A ghost before death.
Someone pass me a syringe of
Botox, please.
to look twice.
Holy fuck, that's me.
Aging.
I often wonder what the world would be
like if sperm were limited instead
of eggs.
As women get older it's like someone
put a cloaking device in your body and
slowly but surely you begin to fade.
No one sees you anymore.
Tragically Invisible.
A ghost before death.
Someone pass me a syringe of
Botox, please.
#unicorns
#aging
129 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Jan 2021 6:07pm
25th Jan 2021 6:07pm
Just The Pulp
Store.
Orange juice.
Line.
The guy.
Those eyes.
Could've died.
Never forgotten.
Etched into the mind.
Orange juice.
Line.
The guy.
Those eyes.
Could've died.
Never forgotten.
Etched into the mind.
#unicorns
#FirstLove
89 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Jan 2021 5:10am
25th Jan 2021 5:10am
Dementia.
The library in her mind had burned.
Only a few singed pages remained,
she recited them everyday, then those
turned to ash and the poor woman
had nothing left to say.
Only a few singed pages remained,
she recited them everyday, then those
turned to ash and the poor woman
had nothing left to say.
#sadness
#love
#books
92 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Jan 2021 4:00am
15th Jan 2021 4:00am
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
80 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jan 2021 6:04pm
14th Jan 2021 6:04pm
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
81 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2021 7:24pm
3rd Jan 2021 7:24pm
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
79 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2021 3:36pm
2nd Jan 2021 3:36pm
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
90 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2021 00:44am
2nd Jan 2021 00:44am
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
80 reads
8 Comments
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