Submissions by niknshell
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Not sure if I have a style..I often just write off the cuff and go whatever direction the wind leads me.
SELF POEM
Published
14th Feb 2018 6:58pm
14th Feb 2018 6:58pm
Pen...
The relationship with the pen...
a tumultuous affair that tries to end...
The connection between the apparatus and the ponderings of my mind seem to reject each other at every turn...like zaps of static electricity...
creating a learned recoil and retreat...
Trying to take hold of one or the other seems to leave confusion and despair...
The relationship with my pen is a relationship with myself...
Something not to be controlled...
But just to be....
The relationship with my pen...
a tumultuous affair...I just will never end.
a tumultuous affair that tries to end...
The connection between the apparatus and the ponderings of my mind seem to reject each other at every turn...like zaps of static electricity...
creating a learned recoil and retreat...
Trying to take hold of one or the other seems to leave confusion and despair...
The relationship with my pen is a relationship with myself...
Something not to be controlled...
But just to be....
The relationship with my pen...
a tumultuous affair...I just will never end.
#mirror
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#myself
#SelfReflection
826 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st Oct 2016 7:13pm
31st Oct 2016 7:13pm
Clocks
The kindness of the clock ticks...
making the haze of thoughts criss-tock....
I used to enjoy moments where I thought of you....
Used to enjoy the warmth your arms would bring....
Used to have thoughts that would have the clock..stop its tock.
Those are used to moments...
Like the seasons evolution into the next...
So do I ....
I move on from the desires, commitment, and expectations
To inward appreciation...
To blessed peace...
To acknowledgement of kindness as the
Clock
Ticks
making the haze of thoughts criss-tock....
I used to enjoy moments where I thought of you....
Used to enjoy the warmth your arms would bring....
Used to have thoughts that would have the clock..stop its tock.
Those are used to moments...
Like the seasons evolution into the next...
So do I ....
I move on from the desires, commitment, and expectations
To inward appreciation...
To blessed peace...
To acknowledgement of kindness as the
Clock
Ticks
745 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Apr 2016 3:50am
4th Apr 2016 3:50am
Bold and Bare, collaboration with LokiOfLiterati
Touch through smoke.
“This fog is thick. Take my hand. I’ll guide you…
With hazed eyes lifted up and trembling finger tips reach out to touch…
...what's that? Oh, disembodied voice. Prolly not either of our choice. I can't see you either through the ether. We're lucky to even be here.”
The catcher of my dreams has imparted more than luck in this moment I feel as our hands fully clasp into yours, I’m ready….
Take my hand through the rift. We'll dance in the blue mist
And the dance becomes a sunrise...
“This fog is thick. Take my hand. I’ll guide you…
With hazed eyes lifted up and trembling finger tips reach out to touch…
...what's that? Oh, disembodied voice. Prolly not either of our choice. I can't see you either through the ether. We're lucky to even be here.”
The catcher of my dreams has imparted more than luck in this moment I feel as our hands fully clasp into yours, I’m ready….
Take my hand through the rift. We'll dance in the blue mist
And the dance becomes a sunrise...
871 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Mar 2015 6:47pm
11th Mar 2015 6:47pm
Tell-Tale
Something about the anxious wait...
The wait between the tell-tale ding.
You wonder what the response will be.
Dream of your witty reply.
Sly attempt to make conversation,
Subtle innuendos laced through out.
Cloyingly enough
that first look
may cause a second!
Tell-tale smiles...
settled with a reply...
Awaiting again for the
tell-tale ding.........
The wait between the tell-tale ding.
You wonder what the response will be.
Dream of your witty reply.
Sly attempt to make conversation,
Subtle innuendos laced through out.
Cloyingly enough
that first look
may cause a second!
Tell-tale smiles...
settled with a reply...
Awaiting again for the
tell-tale ding.........
988 reads
13 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Feb 2015 6:38pm
11th Feb 2015 6:38pm
My found walk
Have always wondered what
other
paths are there to walk...
do I skip, gallop, or run to them?
Dictations of societal inputs
create a a taboo of
mental enigmas...
To walk on my own?
To find myself?
To seek a centered balance?
Let me walk...
Let me go...
Let me ...
and coming back
to
a mid place
that will
become
home.
posted to Inspiration contest--inspired by Eric Benet "Come home to me"
other
paths are there to walk...
do I skip, gallop, or run to them?
Dictations of societal inputs
create a a taboo of
mental enigmas...
To walk on my own?
To find myself?
To seek a centered balance?
Let me walk...
Let me go...
Let me ...
and coming back
to
a mid place
that will
become
home.
posted to Inspiration contest--inspired by Eric Benet "Come home to me"
1053 reads
11 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Feb 2015 6:11pm
11th Feb 2015 6:11pm
Habitually reaching...
Habits are hard to break
Breaking into pieces so elegantly swept up
they don't
instead they elongate and hang like
silly putty caramel strings breaking into
smaller
and
smaller
pieces that
continue to make there presence known
and their release damn near impossible....
flared hands and utter frustration aside...
pulling in the strings like a wayward ball of yarn,
to fit just perfectly in your arms...
Rocked and accepted...
simply put
Habits
are
hard
to
break....
Breaking into pieces so elegantly swept up
they don't
instead they elongate and hang like
silly putty caramel strings breaking into
smaller
and
smaller
pieces that
continue to make there presence known
and their release damn near impossible....
flared hands and utter frustration aside...
pulling in the strings like a wayward ball of yarn,
to fit just perfectly in your arms...
Rocked and accepted...
simply put
Habits
are
hard
to
break....
863 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Oct 2014 1:22pm
17th Oct 2014 1:22pm
Twinkles
Those eyes..
There's a twinkle...
There's a hitch...
Returned smiles...
accompanied by
returned twinkles and a hitch..
There's a...
or there could be a....
There's a twinkle...
There's a hitch...
Returned smiles...
accompanied by
returned twinkles and a hitch..
There's a...
or there could be a....
1222 reads
16 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Oct 2014 1:19pm
17th Oct 2014 1:19pm
Asking
Asking what happened...
but would the answer really matter?
Wondering how deep the hole is,
but could I really fathom its percieved depths?
Believing that through emotions
based in love...
that there really may be an end
to these rambled inquistions
Faithfully I hold and remember
days pasts where the light shone...
on waters gentle and calm...
even the melodic tides seemed soothing...
Encouraging the notion that maybe..
just maybe
you'll still be...
Mama
but would the answer really matter?
Wondering how deep the hole is,
but could I really fathom its percieved depths?
Believing that through emotions
based in love...
that there really may be an end
to these rambled inquistions
Faithfully I hold and remember
days pasts where the light shone...
on waters gentle and calm...
even the melodic tides seemed soothing...
Encouraging the notion that maybe..
just maybe
you'll still be...
Mama
901 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Sep 2014 4:08pm
12th Sep 2014 4:08pm
Landscapes of time
Walking through the lush sand...filtering through my toes as the moist air looks to kiss my skin over and over...this was the beginning of love...
As the walk continued the texture of the sand changed and so did the air..no longer kissing but just blowing pass. Even the landscape around us shifted to create a need for different innovations to keep the walk moving. Could of stopped, could of even turned around but motivations said go forward. Then the times of rugged unbelievable changes in landscape, weather, even resources...threatened to make this journey end...yet forward it...
As the walk continued the texture of the sand changed and so did the air..no longer kissing but just blowing pass. Even the landscape around us shifted to create a need for different innovations to keep the walk moving. Could of stopped, could of even turned around but motivations said go forward. Then the times of rugged unbelievable changes in landscape, weather, even resources...threatened to make this journey end...yet forward it...
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2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2014 1:58pm
3rd Jul 2014 1:58pm
Speaking
To me Karma is an interesting....enigma
To me the escape of her is like
attempting
to seek shelter
under a branchless tree...
For me Karma is much more
interesting to watch...
Interesting to see how her
deceitful tease
leads one to believe
their own
fables, tales and stories...
Helps them grow in their boldness
and emblazoned sense of self...
Goals and accomplishments
of yet another eye with
pulled wool--
See Karma, she has been known to be a bitch-
She has a way about her...
skilfully plays both teams...
To me the escape of her is like
attempting
to seek shelter
under a branchless tree...
For me Karma is much more
interesting to watch...
Interesting to see how her
deceitful tease
leads one to believe
their own
fables, tales and stories...
Helps them grow in their boldness
and emblazoned sense of self...
Goals and accomplishments
of yet another eye with
pulled wool--
See Karma, she has been known to be a bitch-
She has a way about her...
skilfully plays both teams...
1052 reads
20 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Jul 2014 7:04pm
1st Jul 2014 7:04pm
Used to...
Masks, fascades, split-worlds...
Used to wonder how they could exist
in one person.
Wonder how someone could keep up the lies...
Keep up the front of total belief...
Master manipulator of facts.
Proficiently dodging and creating new realities...
I used to wonder how someone could be so
skilled
at utter lies and twists...
Then I realized that
the One..that was so skilled
well..lets make that two.
Why not?
Your game of Cinderella escapes
They can be yours...
I am more of Mulan princess type.
Your lies won't have to be...
Used to wonder how they could exist
in one person.
Wonder how someone could keep up the lies...
Keep up the front of total belief...
Master manipulator of facts.
Proficiently dodging and creating new realities...
I used to wonder how someone could be so
skilled
at utter lies and twists...
Then I realized that
the One..that was so skilled
well..lets make that two.
Why not?
Your game of Cinderella escapes
They can be yours...
I am more of Mulan princess type.
Your lies won't have to be...
945 reads
10 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Jul 2014 6:55pm
1st Jul 2014 6:55pm
Shall we...
In here...
here is where the melody
lies.
Where it grows and where it sets out to be
released.
In here is where for moments...
whether a four count, a salsa, or even a hypnotic slow wind...
This is where memories cease to on the forefront.
In this place I feel the creation...
the making of new memories.
Ones not tied to circumstances...
or even expectations.
It is here I extend my hand,
...let the beat and melody flow
extend myself completely in this moment...
and humbly express to you,
Thank you for this dance.
here is where the melody
lies.
Where it grows and where it sets out to be
released.
In here is where for moments...
whether a four count, a salsa, or even a hypnotic slow wind...
This is where memories cease to on the forefront.
In this place I feel the creation...
the making of new memories.
Ones not tied to circumstances...
or even expectations.
It is here I extend my hand,
...let the beat and melody flow
extend myself completely in this moment...
and humbly express to you,
Thank you for this dance.
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8 Comments
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