Submissions by plexus
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
10th Oct 2020 3:40am
10th Oct 2020 3:40am
The First Day of March 2019
Today I awoke to two unexpected presences:
the harsh, sheet white snow,
which appeared sometime after
the drunken hours of 3AM.
secondly,
Madi
tangled in blankets
rhythmically
and sleepily breathing on my floor
the harsh, sheet white snow,
which appeared sometime after
the drunken hours of 3AM.
secondly,
Madi
tangled in blankets
rhythmically
and sleepily breathing on my floor
#friendship
#confessional
#myself #nonfiction
#myself #nonfiction
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Oct 2020 1:45am
1st Oct 2020 1:45am
My old friend Andrew
Today I prayed.
I bent down on my knees and perched in the sun.
I want the recipient of this prayer to feel sunlight like this.
That warm engulfing bubble.
My eyes are soaked and saturated to their gooey core.
I close them
for when they’re open, tendrils of honey block my sight.
I close them and see the view from the bottom of a pond.
Those geometric figurines, dancing with the sway of water.
I saw the view of refractive water, tinted by the pinkish glow of the skin on my eyelids.
Today I kneeled down and prayed.
My head bowed...
I bent down on my knees and perched in the sun.
I want the recipient of this prayer to feel sunlight like this.
That warm engulfing bubble.
My eyes are soaked and saturated to their gooey core.
I close them
for when they’re open, tendrils of honey block my sight.
I close them and see the view from the bottom of a pond.
Those geometric figurines, dancing with the sway of water.
I saw the view of refractive water, tinted by the pinkish glow of the skin on my eyelids.
Today I kneeled down and prayed.
My head bowed...
#sadness
#grief
#dark
#death
#emotional
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
30th Sep 2020 7:03pm
30th Sep 2020 7:03pm
Ms. Snake
I'm choking in the park and my family is watching intently with fascination. I'm choking just like the snake on the side of the trail in Ridley Creek State Park. It's the voyeurism of academia. I'm choking like the frog that is being swallowed to an audience. His fat bulbous body being crushed with every pulsating throb of the snake's narrow frame. It's a treat to see nature this up, close and intimate. The predator plans to consume the animal into dust but overestimates her winnings. They're beyond her means. An error in width and depth, not to mention the snakes own spatial awareness has...
#childhood
#family
#dreams
#memories
#myself
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Sep 2020 00:52am
30th Sep 2020 00:52am
Ana's 21st pandemic birthday party note
wine and whisky
the distillation of dizzy
whisky and wine
for the passing of time
spirits and potions
three drowning devotions
may elixirs whisk us
to enticing oceans
the distillation of dizzy
whisky and wine
for the passing of time
spirits and potions
three drowning devotions
may elixirs whisk us
to enticing oceans
#relationships
#friendship
#birthday
#alcohol
#travel
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
28th Sep 2020 6:10pm
28th Sep 2020 6:10pm
the parking garage architect
I stood awkwardly in the kitchen with Kristin. She’s the new employer. She says she is type A, an engineer and that she struggles to handle her son's moods and tantrums. An overshare. Maybe I should too. Match her output with calculated equal force. Any instance of me oversharing would surely be followed by taut silence and being ushered out of the door.
“That's what my mom used to say before i was diagnosed with bipolar depression”....no that wouldn't be appropriate.
“Oh yeah i'm totally a type A kind of person too”...no, no one would bat an eyelash at such a meager comment. Not...
“That's what my mom used to say before i was diagnosed with bipolar depression”....no that wouldn't be appropriate.
“Oh yeah i'm totally a type A kind of person too”...no, no one would bat an eyelash at such a meager comment. Not...
#relationships
#identity
#SelfDiscovery
#apathy
#emotions
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Sep 2020 7:18pm
17th Sep 2020 7:18pm
9.17.20
I like the way they force themselves inside of me
and I love that loss of control
something I can't hold myself accountable for
the hues and tints of afternoon air
mutated in minutes
the air and its density
anchored to the ocean floor
that tingle behind my eyes
the way they dart around
I like the way I know when its coming
like the collective murmur of a crowd
its subtle until its not anymore
I like the way its like a dance
a play of forces
prodding and shifting
like birds dancing and veering in taut...
and I love that loss of control
something I can't hold myself accountable for
the hues and tints of afternoon air
mutated in minutes
the air and its density
anchored to the ocean floor
that tingle behind my eyes
the way they dart around
I like the way I know when its coming
like the collective murmur of a crowd
its subtle until its not anymore
I like the way its like a dance
a play of forces
prodding and shifting
like birds dancing and veering in taut...
#love
#relationships
#confessional #SelfReflection
#confessional #SelfReflection
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Sep 2020 3:55am
17th Sep 2020 3:55am
Dear reader
Dear reader,
I'm looking for my voice. Well, i'm not quite sure i can call it mine yet, considering i've never seen or heard it. I've never touched it and I've certainly never considered it significant until now. Before now I blended in backgrounds and felt eager to lend my hands and heart to the voice of another. Feeding off of them like a parasite. Absorbing information and regurgitating it. But now, I'm in free fall. It's not like before. I stand on calf legs and I'm covered in vernix. The waxy white goo babies arrive bundled in like a neat and sticky package. Ten fingers, ten toes...
I'm looking for my voice. Well, i'm not quite sure i can call it mine yet, considering i've never seen or heard it. I've never touched it and I've certainly never considered it significant until now. Before now I blended in backgrounds and felt eager to lend my hands and heart to the voice of another. Feeding off of them like a parasite. Absorbing information and regurgitating it. But now, I'm in free fall. It's not like before. I stand on calf legs and I'm covered in vernix. The waxy white goo babies arrive bundled in like a neat and sticky package. Ten fingers, ten toes...
#identity
#confessional
#myself #SelfReflection
#myself #SelfReflection
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Sep 2020 3:01am
17th Sep 2020 3:01am
a penchant for pervasion
today I felt light
and reflective
of everyday irritations
like those champagne glasses
from my parents wedding
decades ago
the one that smashed yesterday
when the honey fell
from the top shelf
a soundbite of a wind chime
the crinkle of paper mache
the crush of weeping autumn leaves
it fragmented minutely
and spread its delicate self out
comfortably in my kitchen
flying to all unseen corners
untouched with the dust
under my refrigerator
and behind the toaster
left to wink and shimmer
when...
and reflective
of everyday irritations
like those champagne glasses
from my parents wedding
decades ago
the one that smashed yesterday
when the honey fell
from the top shelf
a soundbite of a wind chime
the crinkle of paper mache
the crush of weeping autumn leaves
it fragmented minutely
and spread its delicate self out
comfortably in my kitchen
flying to all unseen corners
untouched with the dust
under my refrigerator
and behind the toaster
left to wink and shimmer
when...
#SelfReflection
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Sep 2020 10:42pm
7th Sep 2020 10:42pm
brimming
I delight in lies
and incurable is my wound
I depart without tears
...though the end is very soon
in the day, when I scream
its a scream of neutrality
at dusk, sparkling and emerald
I regain my tonality
entranced in golden mirth
darkness soon settles in
I glow
I fall
I beam
then the spiraling begins
its an electric feel
a strange appeal
gears start churning
hearts stop hurting
nod off and itch for a change of pace
snap back and long for a sweeter taste
and incurable is my wound
I depart without tears
...though the end is very soon
in the day, when I scream
its a scream of neutrality
at dusk, sparkling and emerald
I regain my tonality
entranced in golden mirth
darkness soon settles in
I glow
I fall
I beam
then the spiraling begins
its an electric feel
a strange appeal
gears start churning
hearts stop hurting
nod off and itch for a change of pace
snap back and long for a sweeter taste
#anxiety
#childhood
#identity
#storm
#nature
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Aug 2020 00:14am
9th Aug 2020 00:14am
banks of the gulf
I am an emerald
A gem
A ruby
Or a rose
The path not taken
Forgotten, I suppose
I cry and I cower
I bleat and I scream
I wait for the hour
When i wish to be seen
There's relief in a vision
A bonfire
Or a letter
But when push comes to shove
The light of dawn is better
A gem
A ruby
Or a rose
The path not taken
Forgotten, I suppose
I cry and I cower
I bleat and I scream
I wait for the hour
When i wish to be seen
There's relief in a vision
A bonfire
Or a letter
But when push comes to shove
The light of dawn is better
#sadness
#flowers
#fate
#luck
#bittersweet
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Aug 2020 4:31pm
7th Aug 2020 4:31pm
june poem
The sun, this second
has just multiplied
mild and wild
in sheltered eyes
stretch
reach out
with sweet nectar hands
trace the stream
lead the way
and take oath to the land
fingers wade in swaying fields
never shall they languish
in vernal rain
and cool green winds
our minds are free from anguish
when nights are short
and we aren't yet mourners
and the sun returns to it's true borders
we sleep with minds of love and static
our futures far
and enigmatic
has just multiplied
mild and wild
in sheltered eyes
stretch
reach out
with sweet nectar hands
trace the stream
lead the way
and take oath to the land
fingers wade in swaying fields
never shall they languish
in vernal rain
and cool green winds
our minds are free from anguish
when nights are short
and we aren't yet mourners
and the sun returns to it's true borders
we sleep with minds of love and static
our futures far
and enigmatic
#teens
#dreams
#nature
#sleep
#gratitude
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Aug 2020 2:23am
7th Aug 2020 2:23am
Nighttime at Broad and Norris
have you ever taken the time
to sit in the middle of a busy street?
I chose Norris and Broad
groggy and melodic
with song birds
marking the morning
The cusp of the new day’s dawn
one of the main arteries of the city
that gnarly build up
of cholesterol and fat
a perpetual blockage
suddenly free and curiously quiet
how can you not take a moment
hem and haw
and sit and see
everything as it is not?
how delicious it is
to see the world upside down
the city silent
an unclenching of...
to sit in the middle of a busy street?
I chose Norris and Broad
groggy and melodic
with song birds
marking the morning
The cusp of the new day’s dawn
one of the main arteries of the city
that gnarly build up
of cholesterol and fat
a perpetual blockage
suddenly free and curiously quiet
how can you not take a moment
hem and haw
and sit and see
everything as it is not?
how delicious it is
to see the world upside down
the city silent
an unclenching of...
#city
#silence
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