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.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Oct 2013 8:31pm
25th Oct 2013 8:31pm
That room...I remember
Tinkles and poo
would be the purpose of this room
but there was something else
the lingering smell of the "special" ciggarettes
The revamped, remodeled, and rehashed mechanicals shells
of a
4 inch television.
It shared it's life with you...
I remember the ash tray--perched on the window sill
a sill always open
I remember the aftershave brush that sat in the cabinet
with the aroma of spices and oldness
I remember...
and I miss those moments of past.
would be the purpose of this room
but there was something else
the lingering smell of the "special" ciggarettes
The revamped, remodeled, and rehashed mechanicals shells
of a
4 inch television.
It shared it's life with you...
I remember the ash tray--perched on the window sill
a sill always open
I remember the aftershave brush that sat in the cabinet
with the aroma of spices and oldness
I remember...
and I miss those moments of past.
610 reads
11 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Sep 2013 5:02pm
24th Sep 2013 5:02pm
Trails
There’s something about starting at the top
Trails that lean downwards…
There’s a sensation in feeling each ridge…
Feeling each compression of fibers remarkably
hmmmmm...Well and perfectly
Placed…
There’s something about being able
To sense
The respirations of life…hitched with anticipation
There’s something about descending downwards that leads
To a pause…
To an admiration…
To a freedom…
To a release…
There’s something about trails...
Especially when they start at the top.
Trails that lean downwards…
There’s a sensation in feeling each ridge…
Feeling each compression of fibers remarkably
hmmmmm...Well and perfectly
Placed…
There’s something about being able
To sense
The respirations of life…hitched with anticipation
There’s something about descending downwards that leads
To a pause…
To an admiration…
To a freedom…
To a release…
There’s something about trails...
Especially when they start at the top.
850 reads
14 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Sep 2013 8:39pm
12th Sep 2013 8:39pm
A soul..sometimes
We have a soul at times
"advanced" in thoughts
metaphorically
symbolized
gestures
of civility
wrapped in a shroud of
finely weathered
intentions and consequences
with
the sisterhood of fates hindsite
lurking to cast hurricane
like responses and emotions
blurring the picture
of perceived safety
in a world of broken locks
and stolen faith
And yet through it all--
we still have a soul at times
"advanced" in thoughts
metaphorically
symbolized
gestures
of civility
wrapped in a shroud of
finely weathered
intentions and consequences
with
the sisterhood of fates hindsite
lurking to cast hurricane
like responses and emotions
blurring the picture
of perceived safety
in a world of broken locks
and stolen faith
And yet through it all--
we still have a soul at times
694 reads
11 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Sep 2013 1:17pm
11th Sep 2013 1:17pm
Thankfully submitted
This is an ode to the journey I am on and the thankfulness to be exposed to such a variety of insights, styles, and appreciation here on DUP.
Thanks
Reading and digesting the words of succinct precision
Creates a drive as I
Attempt to string along words for clarity
Yet prosed with just enough ambiguity to
Create an illusion of transverse travels
If even just for a trip across the steeet—
This type of rambled expression most
Closely
Aligns with myself.
Also a perceived deficit to be improved
The freedom of words...
Thanks
Reading and digesting the words of succinct precision
Creates a drive as I
Attempt to string along words for clarity
Yet prosed with just enough ambiguity to
Create an illusion of transverse travels
If even just for a trip across the steeet—
This type of rambled expression most
Closely
Aligns with myself.
Also a perceived deficit to be improved
The freedom of words...
601 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Sep 2013 1:15pm
11th Sep 2013 1:15pm
My Apologies
How to start these words without creating a sense of division
Forgiveness right?!
Expression of self confusion as to measures not met
Behaviors repeatedly displacing truth
Acceptance and attempts to create a sense of normality
The creation of an aloof nature
No longer embracing the past
nor the future
because the muddled truth has become swampy.
But that's okay..
Beautiful they arise even from the murkiest of situations
So my apologies for needs not met
For boundaries crossed
For the simple inabailty to understand in one...
Forgiveness right?!
Expression of self confusion as to measures not met
Behaviors repeatedly displacing truth
Acceptance and attempts to create a sense of normality
The creation of an aloof nature
No longer embracing the past
nor the future
because the muddled truth has become swampy.
But that's okay..
Beautiful they arise even from the murkiest of situations
So my apologies for needs not met
For boundaries crossed
For the simple inabailty to understand in one...
770 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Sep 2013 6:23pm
10th Sep 2013 6:23pm
Displaced
How do my steps count,
If touching the ground I can not.
When my center is misplaced
Where does my balance shift
Who do I call when my freeness, my burdens lifted,
My gravity displaces it’s laws
To walk on the moon is to creat
A path
Without trace…
So from here I stay grounded and humbled
From here I welcome
My burdens and blessings
And count my steps
If touching the ground I can not.
When my center is misplaced
Where does my balance shift
Who do I call when my freeness, my burdens lifted,
My gravity displaces it’s laws
To walk on the moon is to creat
A path
Without trace…
So from here I stay grounded and humbled
From here I welcome
My burdens and blessings
And count my steps
609 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Sep 2013 6:18pm
10th Sep 2013 6:18pm
Blueprints
In print—this is
My Masterpiece
The mathematical, technical, and flowing art
Best depicted in layers…
A blueprint to a finished completed sigh…
Nauseated is what I fell, handing
Them
Over to a
Committee…
Looking to change, add, or in my mind destroy
My creation from patience, deliberations
From heart…
Dejected I amass the courage
To accept,
To understand
Blueprints—
Products may vary
My Masterpiece
The mathematical, technical, and flowing art
Best depicted in layers…
A blueprint to a finished completed sigh…
Nauseated is what I fell, handing
Them
Over to a
Committee…
Looking to change, add, or in my mind destroy
My creation from patience, deliberations
From heart…
Dejected I amass the courage
To accept,
To understand
Blueprints—
Products may vary
625 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Jul 2013 6:51pm
18th Jul 2013 6:51pm
Seduction
Unexplained
A pull that can't be undone or shook
A connectivity akin
to the professed love by King Solomon.
It's that passion I implore and seek to explore
Seduction....
An craft, a game,
A direct look into the eyes--
Speaking flirtations and
daring dissertation of events that could be...
The smile that says so much.
yet not a sound has passed the lips.
The lingered touch---unexpected yet welcomed...
The art of seduction..
beginner's welcomed!
(a learning student of Ms RainC!!)
A pull that can't be undone or shook
A connectivity akin
to the professed love by King Solomon.
It's that passion I implore and seek to explore
Seduction....
An craft, a game,
A direct look into the eyes--
Speaking flirtations and
daring dissertation of events that could be...
The smile that says so much.
yet not a sound has passed the lips.
The lingered touch---unexpected yet welcomed...
The art of seduction..
beginner's welcomed!
(a learning student of Ms RainC!!)
1075 reads
13 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Jul 2013 5:06pm
5th Jul 2013 5:06pm
One Embrace Away--For you JazzManor (your invoked inspiration)
Seconds seem infinity but there's no rush to have them end. It's in this place I can feel my breath become attached and connected to yours. I can feel my tensions release and my desires increase. Being held and not holding back gives me the strength to be weak...the strength to let go....awaiting and anticipating your next move enovkes a desire to rush forward...sempered restraints make me wait. The sway in our motions becomes fluidly connected, the touches are patiently seeking, the pleasures to come are only one embrace away!
1007 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Jun 2013 4:34pm
25th Jun 2013 4:34pm
My Reminders ...
Fairy tale dates and brushes with "magic moments"
Has never been our calling.
Impromptu changes in plans, diverted desires,
Even stalled goals...
This is more in line with our plight...
Simplistic love...
“Anything worth it...is worth fighting for!”
Even when marred by
Atrocious moments of betrayal...
to be forgiven with asterisk marks in place.
Humbled Love…
So there are no bow outs or see you laters.
Instead in this place are years of
brick by brick
acknowledgement of works,
failures,
good, bad, and ugly times......
Has never been our calling.
Impromptu changes in plans, diverted desires,
Even stalled goals...
This is more in line with our plight...
Simplistic love...
“Anything worth it...is worth fighting for!”
Even when marred by
Atrocious moments of betrayal...
to be forgiven with asterisk marks in place.
Humbled Love…
So there are no bow outs or see you laters.
Instead in this place are years of
brick by brick
acknowledgement of works,
failures,
good, bad, and ugly times......
761 reads
13 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
17th Jun 2013 8:04pm
17th Jun 2013 8:04pm
Another moment enjoyed
Another day..sigh...As I kick off my shoes noticing an eerie quiteness to a house that hardly knows the meaning! Makes me pause and wonder as to where my chaos has went? Off to the store, or running late to another practice who knows. In my learnings I just smile and am thankful for this "me moment". Undressing and getting ready for a shower. Gonna make this a long and hot one! No rush in site. As the water hits..so hot, border line past where I want it yet I stand and force the acclimation. Deep breaths release the day from me. Nothing more crazy than any other...just...
840 reads
13 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Jun 2013 3:55pm
14th Jun 2013 3:55pm
Mirrored Memories
Mirrored images play with my mind...
Memories of passion ensued toggle my present state...
Desires of more threaten my future.
Stepping back to take in the "big picture"
Still leaves me only
Focused on
You.
Zeroed in shaprer than a snipers assult rifle...
It is a force that hoovers it's intensity and threat
What's even worse is that even though the tornado sirens..
Clearly heard
they are boldy ignored.
It's you that wraps my mind
because it is in you
I can stand without reservation
Even if it's only memories I have to...
Memories of passion ensued toggle my present state...
Desires of more threaten my future.
Stepping back to take in the "big picture"
Still leaves me only
Focused on
You.
Zeroed in shaprer than a snipers assult rifle...
It is a force that hoovers it's intensity and threat
What's even worse is that even though the tornado sirens..
Clearly heard
they are boldy ignored.
It's you that wraps my mind
because it is in you
I can stand without reservation
Even if it's only memories I have to...
532 reads
3 Comments
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