Submissions by plexus
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2021 1:47am
23rd Aug 2021 1:47am
fine lined
I surround myself with girls who saturate themselves with sadness
they dip into the waters and they don't come back
maybe when we're 40
we disrupt that fine lined surface tension of repression
today we suffer the storm
these harsh winds and sharp downpours
that redden our skin
I love you I love you I love you
they dip into the waters and they don't come back
maybe when we're 40
we disrupt that fine lined surface tension of repression
today we suffer the storm
these harsh winds and sharp downpours
that redden our skin
I love you I love you I love you
#love
#friendship
#identity
#confusion
#SelfReflection
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Jan 2021 7:36pm
5th Jan 2021 7:36pm
Smaller Still
In smaller places
like closed cupboard doors
like between the washer and dryer
where McDuff got stuck
the dog of crooked ears and tail
of whimpers and runtism
in small places
like tunnels
near those tennis courts and the creek
like tunnels
the dear made in forsythia bushes
in this years sunken behind
like saggy skin
small enough
for me and Sarah
for me and Eliza
for Caroline and I
an orangey bloomy spring
the wide ride
through neighbor Bobs sprinklers ...
like closed cupboard doors
like between the washer and dryer
where McDuff got stuck
the dog of crooked ears and tail
of whimpers and runtism
in small places
like tunnels
near those tennis courts and the creek
like tunnels
the dear made in forsythia bushes
in this years sunken behind
like saggy skin
small enough
for me and Sarah
for me and Eliza
for Caroline and I
an orangey bloomy spring
the wide ride
through neighbor Bobs sprinklers ...
#childhood
#identity
#memories
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
455 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Dec 2020 2:02am
15th Dec 2020 2:02am
its not bad you just think it is
It's all about satisfaction
or the lack thereof
the mother
the daughter
and the turtle dove
los dios
los zorros
the ground goes above
after a turn for the worse
turns geothermal.
inversed.
when you gouge far below
with no room to grow
your roots turn to hell
to wallow and swell
some ginger
some garlic
may fix an inflamed mess
but swollen organs show
inclination for excess
or the lack thereof
the mother
the daughter
and the turtle dove
los dios
los zorros
the ground goes above
after a turn for the worse
turns geothermal.
inversed.
when you gouge far below
with no room to grow
your roots turn to hell
to wallow and swell
some ginger
some garlic
may fix an inflamed mess
but swollen organs show
inclination for excess
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
377 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Nov 2020 2:09am
24th Nov 2020 2:09am
Taos New Mexico
Taos looked turquoise
like they said it would
and turned ashy sage
where ponderosas stood
in pools of shallow
grey and greens
the tone turned paler
in steamy springs
autumn seems different
in piked plateaus
stranger than
the lands in know
Taos was sage
but Sienna too
where vagrants steeped
in hotter hues
like they said it would
and turned ashy sage
where ponderosas stood
in pools of shallow
grey and greens
the tone turned paler
in steamy springs
autumn seems different
in piked plateaus
stranger than
the lands in know
Taos was sage
but Sienna too
where vagrants steeped
in hotter hues
#America
#myself
#WritingPoetry
#travel
#art
387 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2020 2:35pm
23rd Nov 2020 2:35pm
The dissolution...The cruel conclusion
How strange indeed
The snap
and spinal tap
the pressurized rupture
Of my fleshy structure
I saw shrapnel flying
In the midst of my dying
And just before ascension
To the divine dimension
I heard a pop and bubbling
The fractures doubling
And before my dissolution
And cruel conclusion
My moribund mind
Leaves me deaf and blind
To mortal pleasures
Like arts and leisure
What to do for stimulation
In the absence of love and fornication
What to do with information
Pertaining to self...
The snap
and spinal tap
the pressurized rupture
Of my fleshy structure
I saw shrapnel flying
In the midst of my dying
And just before ascension
To the divine dimension
I heard a pop and bubbling
The fractures doubling
And before my dissolution
And cruel conclusion
My moribund mind
Leaves me deaf and blind
To mortal pleasures
Like arts and leisure
What to do for stimulation
In the absence of love and fornication
What to do with information
Pertaining to self...
#identity
#death
#spiritual
#confessional
#myself
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STORY POEM
Published
10th Nov 2020 11:57pm
10th Nov 2020 11:57pm
Margret Dredge
Margret Dredge stands on the ledge
The ledge that leads to the next stampede
Her face seems closed and wet and raw
Awaiting the impact of her fall
The ledge that leads to the next stampede
Her face seems closed and wet and raw
Awaiting the impact of her fall
#dark
#gothic
#narrative
#prose
#nightmares
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STORY POEM
Published
25th Oct 2020 11:10pm
25th Oct 2020 11:10pm
I had a Dream of Bees
I had a dream of bees
and a vibrating bed of lead
I had a thought of hanging plants
of do's and don'ts
of if's and cant's
and in my dream
my taut throat seemed
to keep me from
what keeps me free
when words are lacking
and rapture seems enough
I check the wreckage
my whole face a blemish
then I proceed with light and love
I forget my slip up
calculations and data
and like twitchy wooden
summer cicadas
I join the choir of the waking machine
my life on earth a foggy...
and a vibrating bed of lead
I had a thought of hanging plants
of do's and don'ts
of if's and cant's
and in my dream
my taut throat seemed
to keep me from
what keeps me free
when words are lacking
and rapture seems enough
I check the wreckage
my whole face a blemish
then I proceed with light and love
I forget my slip up
calculations and data
and like twitchy wooden
summer cicadas
I join the choir of the waking machine
my life on earth a foggy...
#identity
#dreams
#nature
#sleep
#SelfDiscovery
524 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Oct 2020 3:50pm
21st Oct 2020 3:50pm
unhappiness is what you knead
Unhappiness is what you knead
Like dough
It's what you breed
You sew
A stitch of stampede
And poppy seed
(I wound myself
I make me bleed)
Stirred at daybreak
To tend that tired elasticity
Stirred by heart ache
and fruit cakes
And the simplistic toxicity
Of a woman who wakes
To wrestle bread's embryo
Alone to consider
Ratio and oven glow
Alone to hold that breathing blob
And its pulsating throb
Alone enough to know
Unhappiness and its hues of
Wheat and rye and indigo
Like dough
It's what you breed
You sew
A stitch of stampede
And poppy seed
(I wound myself
I make me bleed)
Stirred at daybreak
To tend that tired elasticity
Stirred by heart ache
and fruit cakes
And the simplistic toxicity
Of a woman who wakes
To wrestle bread's embryo
Alone to consider
Ratio and oven glow
Alone to hold that breathing blob
And its pulsating throb
Alone enough to know
Unhappiness and its hues of
Wheat and rye and indigo
#anger
#identity
#myself
#SelfReflection
#metaphor
466 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Oct 2020 4:01pm
19th Oct 2020 4:01pm
lonely city
when the day is done
I come home and I like the quiet
and the fizzing foamy kitchen
and the dingy grey light
the china patterned table cloth
a dreary afternoon fogged
with sages, blues and porcelains too
cut only by the soft cylindrical
beam of light
emanating from a tea candle
the city outside respirating through open windows
its breath the smell
of a soaked and slacken city
I come home and I like the quiet
and the fizzing foamy kitchen
and the dingy grey light
the china patterned table cloth
a dreary afternoon fogged
with sages, blues and porcelains too
cut only by the soft cylindrical
beam of light
emanating from a tea candle
the city outside respirating through open windows
its breath the smell
of a soaked and slacken city
#sadness
#loneliness
#city
#confessional
#myself
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Oct 2020 7:38pm
10th Oct 2020 7:38pm
All Things Earthly and Ethereal
I am divine because I am alive
I am eternal
for all of you remember
and to fear death and to be forgotten
oh the tragedy, it festers!
corrupted wound
do I remember the nights
I stumbled across industrial settlements?
do I forget how my lungs labored?
and feet collapsed?
foot on the gas
as masses feast, their stomachs churn
and the moment sparks to quickly dissipate
forgotten are the breaths I take
and gentle notes sung
the furrowed brows and crooked backs
I sniff, I bite, cough, shudder, shake
rabid,...
I am eternal
for all of you remember
and to fear death and to be forgotten
oh the tragedy, it festers!
corrupted wound
do I remember the nights
I stumbled across industrial settlements?
do I forget how my lungs labored?
and feet collapsed?
foot on the gas
as masses feast, their stomachs churn
and the moment sparks to quickly dissipate
forgotten are the breaths I take
and gentle notes sung
the furrowed brows and crooked backs
I sniff, I bite, cough, shudder, shake
rabid,...
#strength
#identity
#confessional
#myself
#confusion
334 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Oct 2020 7:25pm
10th Oct 2020 7:25pm
Pierre-Ange
I'd hate to not hear from you
or see you again
and the next time we meet
should be at the river Seine"
the one near his home
and the school where he works
far from my city
and it's brown Schuylkill murk
he drizzles with honey
he's slow and he's calm
like foam
like flower
like fear
he opens his palm
he gives me his scent
he gives me his speed
me makes me a meal
of teff and of mead
or see you again
and the next time we meet
should be at the river Seine"
the one near his home
and the school where he works
far from my city
and it's brown Schuylkill murk
he drizzles with honey
he's slow and he's calm
like foam
like flower
like fear
he opens his palm
he gives me his scent
he gives me his speed
me makes me a meal
of teff and of mead
#love
#romantic
#lover
#myself
#travel
352 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
10th Oct 2020 3:42am
10th Oct 2020 3:42am
October 27th, 2018
There are some things you don't let yourself think
places you shouldn't let your mind go
the fallacy is divine
the comedown is hard.
places you shouldn't let your mind go
the fallacy is divine
the comedown is hard.
#identity
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection
#nonfiction
408 reads
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