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
6th Jan 2014 2:01pm
6th Jan 2014 2:01pm
Memorized moments
There's the moment
where the axis of earth
seems to cease movement
it's only for a second...
though in my mind the replay lasts...
and lats..
There's a moment where breathing
no longer feels needed..
Because my sustainment..
Is that moment.
There's a moment that I have memorized..
Etched into the inner depths of all of my cortexs'
It is this moment that
Invokes a warmth, internally deep
Creates the illusion of centered peace
Marks me with a recharged drive
It is this memorized moment..
It is what I hold on to...
It is...
where the axis of earth
seems to cease movement
it's only for a second...
though in my mind the replay lasts...
and lats..
There's a moment where breathing
no longer feels needed..
Because my sustainment..
Is that moment.
There's a moment that I have memorized..
Etched into the inner depths of all of my cortexs'
It is this moment that
Invokes a warmth, internally deep
Creates the illusion of centered peace
Marks me with a recharged drive
It is this memorized moment..
It is what I hold on to...
It is...
845 reads
14 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Dec 2013 4:11pm
20th Dec 2013 4:11pm
Approaches
Attempt to string along words
for clarity..
yet ambiguous enough to create
an illusion of
traverse travels
if even just for
a trip across the street
This type of rambling expressions
I most closely align myself with...
it is also my own deficit
one aiming to improve
The freedom of words
to a page--
beyond the minds track,
creates a self-levitating
phenom...
called a poet
and for me--one day I will be assured in this title.....
for clarity..
yet ambiguous enough to create
an illusion of
traverse travels
if even just for
a trip across the street
This type of rambling expressions
I most closely align myself with...
it is also my own deficit
one aiming to improve
The freedom of words
to a page--
beyond the minds track,
creates a self-levitating
phenom...
called a poet
and for me--one day I will be assured in this title.....
614 reads
10 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Dec 2013 4:04pm
20th Dec 2013 4:04pm
My Son's recipe for life
So oldest son and I (15 years old) chatting about a poetic exercise...asked him to come up with a recipe for life...
1 cup of love
1 tsp of humbleness
2 cups of courage
1 oz. selflessness
cook it up
fry it up
chop it up
add a lil' gravy
and boooo yowww--
forgiveness patty served
Smiles--gotta love that kiddo!
1 cup of love
1 tsp of humbleness
2 cups of courage
1 oz. selflessness
cook it up
fry it up
chop it up
add a lil' gravy
and boooo yowww--
forgiveness patty served
Smiles--gotta love that kiddo!
696 reads
25 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Dec 2013 4:55pm
18th Dec 2013 4:55pm
Dots....do I have to connect?
Connections...
They have a funny way of
making themselves
known,
hidden,
bold,
and even subtle...
Kind of like the past...
Choosing what seems randomly
to creep up to remembrance.
To create a sense of pining.
To emote feelings once believed buried.
Attempt of webbed confusion,
masked in memories of what was....
Connections
even when broken...
somehow they still remain.
They have a funny way of
making themselves
known,
hidden,
bold,
and even subtle...
Kind of like the past...
Choosing what seems randomly
to creep up to remembrance.
To create a sense of pining.
To emote feelings once believed buried.
Attempt of webbed confusion,
masked in memories of what was....
Connections
even when broken...
somehow they still remain.
615 reads
11 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Dec 2013 1:34pm
18th Dec 2013 1:34pm
Reflection of a word
The prefix "sub"
alludes to beneath or under...
Mission...
a goal to be completed...
Submission, at first take of the
word...may seem like a weakness
of heart
But I disagree
Strength is in the action of
releasing, letting go, baring all.
Submission is creating a sense of
Trust..precious in itself
Understanding...the joy in humbling
Submersing in emotional freedom
Completion created within self
Submission...
My reflection of a word
alludes to beneath or under...
Mission...
a goal to be completed...
Submission, at first take of the
word...may seem like a weakness
of heart
But I disagree
Strength is in the action of
releasing, letting go, baring all.
Submission is creating a sense of
Trust..precious in itself
Understanding...the joy in humbling
Submersing in emotional freedom
Completion created within self
Submission...
My reflection of a word
719 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Dec 2013 2:21pm
11th Dec 2013 2:21pm
If only
If only the charade could end
If only we could both truly see
Time has come and gone
and yet we still spin circles...
Loving you doesn't seem the same...
Trusting you even harder!
Even with all the movement,
the chaos,
and utter disillusions...
I still cling to you!
I still desire you!
I still...
Simply I still...
If only we could both truly see
Time has come and gone
and yet we still spin circles...
Loving you doesn't seem the same...
Trusting you even harder!
Even with all the movement,
the chaos,
and utter disillusions...
I still cling to you!
I still desire you!
I still...
Simply I still...
716 reads
10 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2013 1:29pm
3rd Dec 2013 1:29pm
One Night..inspired by Poetikmind
One night...
Hours limited but
imaginations not!
There's something about
Connections that bind souls
If even for a moment...
Labels of love and lust not to be applied
Because for this one night
It is a game of Monopoly...
Where you are my Boardwalk and Parkplace
The game where
Even calling Uno..won't stop this from happening
So go ahead and play your word in Scrabble...
Because next is Truth or Dare
and I dare you to take this on...
For one night...
One night only!
Hours limited but
imaginations not!
There's something about
Connections that bind souls
If even for a moment...
Labels of love and lust not to be applied
Because for this one night
It is a game of Monopoly...
Where you are my Boardwalk and Parkplace
The game where
Even calling Uno..won't stop this from happening
So go ahead and play your word in Scrabble...
Because next is Truth or Dare
and I dare you to take this on...
For one night...
One night only!
833 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Nov 2013 4:29pm
21st Nov 2013 4:29pm
Responses......
It's interesting how
typed words
on a screen
can create so many varying..
questions,
between the line wonders,
lingering interactions of surpised
origins...
Then again questions tend tend to answer
themselves,
in due time.
Realities in life can take on varying forms...
So imaginations and
oh so real feelings stirred...
My response...
Come what may...
Come what may...
typed words
on a screen
can create so many varying..
questions,
between the line wonders,
lingering interactions of surpised
origins...
Then again questions tend tend to answer
themselves,
in due time.
Realities in life can take on varying forms...
So imaginations and
oh so real feelings stirred...
My response...
Come what may...
Come what may...
638 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Nov 2013 6:27pm
19th Nov 2013 6:27pm
Severed Ties
It’s interesting of human interactions
They
Web, weave, and morph
Themselves into complex
Geometrical expressions..
Oh sooo beautiful from afar
But up close—
You can see the
Tangles, knots, and missing strings,
Even prey caught up without release
Repairs being made to other areas
Scrambles to make it all whole
A continual evolving cycle—
Never truly perfected
Beautifully continuing forward
And at some points disconnecting
Creating severed ties
Connections ceased
Without regret as a new
Embarking its own
Web,...
They
Web, weave, and morph
Themselves into complex
Geometrical expressions..
Oh sooo beautiful from afar
But up close—
You can see the
Tangles, knots, and missing strings,
Even prey caught up without release
Repairs being made to other areas
Scrambles to make it all whole
A continual evolving cycle—
Never truly perfected
Beautifully continuing forward
And at some points disconnecting
Creating severed ties
Connections ceased
Without regret as a new
Embarking its own
Web,...
668 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Nov 2013 6:14pm
19th Nov 2013 6:14pm
Your Path
Can’t say that I know,
That I understand,
Or even that can empathize.
Watching from my viewpoint…
Choices,
Circumstances,
Karma,
Reality,
And present inclincations
All combine to create..
Our now.
Again I can’t say I understand
Because I don’t want to diminish
Or seem dimunitive.
Your path
Is just that
Yours truly...
How can I empathize
On situation I can’t even express
I won't
Because
I want and need you to
relish, claim,
Comprehend, and embrace
Your blessed purposeful current state of being....
That I understand,
Or even that can empathize.
Watching from my viewpoint…
Choices,
Circumstances,
Karma,
Reality,
And present inclincations
All combine to create..
Our now.
Again I can’t say I understand
Because I don’t want to diminish
Or seem dimunitive.
Your path
Is just that
Yours truly...
How can I empathize
On situation I can’t even express
I won't
Because
I want and need you to
relish, claim,
Comprehend, and embrace
Your blessed purposeful current state of being....
605 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Nov 2013 6:04pm
18th Nov 2013 6:04pm
The Mrs.
Dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde
Where's the Mrs?
Where's the one who loved
through the changes
Who cried through the hurts
and celebrated the wins
Where's the Mrs?
Along with her
aspirational hopes
crushed by timings and duties
Where's the Mrs?
With her own needs,
desires and inclinations
all withheld.
Questions as to whether
the Mrs/ hindsight
of 20/20 of course
has her pondering
choices made
Yearning for differences
indifferent to judgment.
To the Mrs.
I see you!
Where's the Mrs?
Where's the one who loved
through the changes
Who cried through the hurts
and celebrated the wins
Where's the Mrs?
Along with her
aspirational hopes
crushed by timings and duties
Where's the Mrs?
With her own needs,
desires and inclinations
all withheld.
Questions as to whether
the Mrs/ hindsight
of 20/20 of course
has her pondering
choices made
Yearning for differences
indifferent to judgment.
To the Mrs.
I see you!
703 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Nov 2013 5:53pm
18th Nov 2013 5:53pm
Will that be all miss
Connecting souls through the contact of sight
Shattered my resolves with a simple handshake
An increased pulse with
dilated eyes..
threaten to expose my thinning facade...
Mental visions of your hands
wrapped and involved in places
I have yet to divulge...
With reciprocation..of course,
I trace from neckline to beyond.
My breaths seem to have ceased...
in some cosmic effort to balance
my off kiltered universe
Mmmmm.....
I can even taste the delights of our creations,
that make a simple blush an inadequate response...
Even off...
Shattered my resolves with a simple handshake
An increased pulse with
dilated eyes..
threaten to expose my thinning facade...
Mental visions of your hands
wrapped and involved in places
I have yet to divulge...
With reciprocation..of course,
I trace from neckline to beyond.
My breaths seem to have ceased...
in some cosmic effort to balance
my off kiltered universe
Mmmmm.....
I can even taste the delights of our creations,
that make a simple blush an inadequate response...
Even off...
756 reads
6 Comments
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