Submissions by prestonGibson (NomadsPath)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write about what my heart breaks and beats for. My work is rough, raw, flawed and imperfect; a work of self embodiment. I can't promise perfection, but I can promise authentic.
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Apr 2015 8:53am
20th Apr 2015 8:53am
Missed Call
I waited up for you.
When you never showed, I convinced myself, through.
By morning your chances will be made anew.
I hope I never get over the contradictions of you.
...Tonight I'll wait up for you.
When you never showed, I convinced myself, through.
By morning your chances will be made anew.
I hope I never get over the contradictions of you.
...Tonight I'll wait up for you.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
20th Apr 2015 1:02am
20th Apr 2015 1:02am
Hollow Bodies
I see them.
I watch them dying
deathless deaths,
voluntarily invoked.
Hollow bodies marching city streets,
purchasing escape routes in exchange for chances.
As if the well would not run dry.
Eventually,
dry as brittle bones
is what the well inevitably becomes.
Was it misplaced dreams that ripped you at the seams?
Was it darkness that took place behind the scenes?
Was it the only door being seen,
through blurred, and distorted vision?
Hollow bodies march along.
In tune, they sing a cryptic song. ...
I watch them dying
deathless deaths,
voluntarily invoked.
Hollow bodies marching city streets,
purchasing escape routes in exchange for chances.
As if the well would not run dry.
Eventually,
dry as brittle bones
is what the well inevitably becomes.
Was it misplaced dreams that ripped you at the seams?
Was it darkness that took place behind the scenes?
Was it the only door being seen,
through blurred, and distorted vision?
Hollow bodies march along.
In tune, they sing a cryptic song. ...
695 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Apr 2015 4:29am
18th Apr 2015 4:29am
How to Love
Little boy looked up to his mother...
Open palms...
Tears rushing down innocence....
"All I wanted to do...
was love it"
A familiar cry...
She replied...
"I know sweet darling...
you just held on too tight"
Open palms...
Tears rushing down innocence....
"All I wanted to do...
was love it"
A familiar cry...
She replied...
"I know sweet darling...
you just held on too tight"
681 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Apr 2015 1:37am
18th Apr 2015 1:37am
Smiling Strangers
I see you standing next to him,
a place I use to dwell.
What I thought would be a frigid response
turned into something else.
I'm as surprised as you would be. . .
If I could tell you,
you'd laugh at me, jokingly.
But I want not for these fingerprints
(that echo still your touch)
to taint a moment of your happines
that you deserve so much of.
So I'll sit here in the background,
watch a familiar story unfold,
witness the smiling stranger beside you
take on the leading role. ...
a place I use to dwell.
What I thought would be a frigid response
turned into something else.
I'm as surprised as you would be. . .
If I could tell you,
you'd laugh at me, jokingly.
But I want not for these fingerprints
(that echo still your touch)
to taint a moment of your happines
that you deserve so much of.
So I'll sit here in the background,
watch a familiar story unfold,
witness the smiling stranger beside you
take on the leading role. ...
599 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
17th Apr 2015 3:23am
17th Apr 2015 3:23am
Heroes and Snakes
They looked up to the sky from prayer bent knees,
praying,
hoping,
wishing,
yearning,
for a hero to come and save them.
They reached for sanctuary so long,
blindness became their reality.
Naïve, deceived,
they, at that point,
had no way of knowing what came for them wasn't their savior.
A wolf in lions clothing,
a ghoul behind a mask,
a snake, allusively attentive,
in the bare and brittle grass.
It's not that I could blame them, you see,
they fought, and so rightfully so.
I just...
praying,
hoping,
wishing,
yearning,
for a hero to come and save them.
They reached for sanctuary so long,
blindness became their reality.
Naïve, deceived,
they, at that point,
had no way of knowing what came for them wasn't their savior.
A wolf in lions clothing,
a ghoul behind a mask,
a snake, allusively attentive,
in the bare and brittle grass.
It's not that I could blame them, you see,
they fought, and so rightfully so.
I just...
686 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Apr 2015 6:27pm
14th Apr 2015 6:27pm
Seeds
She looked over at him,
her gentle eyes projected a tender and fragile heart,
"Maybe it's time that you stop looking for the storm,
enjoy the sun,
and handle the rain when it comes to feed the flowers"
He was humbled by her seeds of perseverance,
and allowed the words to take root in his soul.
"Let them grow, let them live, let them love."
her gentle eyes projected a tender and fragile heart,
"Maybe it's time that you stop looking for the storm,
enjoy the sun,
and handle the rain when it comes to feed the flowers"
He was humbled by her seeds of perseverance,
and allowed the words to take root in his soul.
"Let them grow, let them live, let them love."
779 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Apr 2015 00:44am
9th Apr 2015 00:44am
The After Taste of Sweet N' Low
I think about you often
and pray you're sailing gentle seas.
I dream about you frequently,
more often than not it seems.
I love you now,
and forever more.
Though we had to part, booboo,
we never closed the door.
We covered this town with X's O's and Z's
I see them hung in old hotspots,
like wind chimes ringing memories. . .
Sweet N Low...
Sweet N Low...
Sweet N Low...
I'm sorry for the shifting roads
and that they had to part.
I'm sorry for the...
and pray you're sailing gentle seas.
I dream about you frequently,
more often than not it seems.
I love you now,
and forever more.
Though we had to part, booboo,
we never closed the door.
We covered this town with X's O's and Z's
I see them hung in old hotspots,
like wind chimes ringing memories. . .
Sweet N Low...
Sweet N Low...
Sweet N Low...
I'm sorry for the shifting roads
and that they had to part.
I'm sorry for the...
663 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Apr 2015 5:59am
8th Apr 2015 5:59am
United Sea
Raindrops on the water,
however small each one may very well be,
together form the majesty of the life-bestowing sea.
however small each one may very well be,
together form the majesty of the life-bestowing sea.
869 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Apr 2015 9:41pm
6th Apr 2015 9:41pm
Flowers in Concrete
Somewhere amidst destruction,
you'll find yourself amongst the rubble.
Like a diamond, we are shaped from pressure.
Our souls are flowers in concrete.
Allow yourself the inevitable troubles,
for they are blessings in disguise.
Dark nights are full of wonder,
revealing stars before the sunrise.
Truth is but seen in the blinding darkness,
and in that inch before the fall.
Embrace the struggle of self discovery,
for only when flowers reach,
and breach,
do they ever stand truly tall.
...
you'll find yourself amongst the rubble.
Like a diamond, we are shaped from pressure.
Our souls are flowers in concrete.
Allow yourself the inevitable troubles,
for they are blessings in disguise.
Dark nights are full of wonder,
revealing stars before the sunrise.
Truth is but seen in the blinding darkness,
and in that inch before the fall.
Embrace the struggle of self discovery,
for only when flowers reach,
and breach,
do they ever stand truly tall.
...
749 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Apr 2015 4:43am
4th Apr 2015 4:43am
Devils in Angels' Clothing
Hidden behind religious masks
They do the Devils Dirty-work,
Committing to the tasks.
How could a Sin
be less of a Sin
when it's done within religious "reason"
???
Who are YOU to Deny Heaven's Gate?
Who are YOU to decide someone else's fate?
The stars were not designed to be sought
only then to be left with dreams forgot.
Who are YOU to Deny someone LOVE?
All in the name of the maker(s) above?
Heaven can be found on earth.
With its...
They do the Devils Dirty-work,
Committing to the tasks.
How could a Sin
be less of a Sin
when it's done within religious "reason"
???
Who are YOU to Deny Heaven's Gate?
Who are YOU to decide someone else's fate?
The stars were not designed to be sought
only then to be left with dreams forgot.
Who are YOU to Deny someone LOVE?
All in the name of the maker(s) above?
Heaven can be found on earth.
With its...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2015 4:55am
2nd Apr 2015 4:55am
Never Will I Ever
"You will probably Never
have any of your Own"
His words cut clean,
like a Knife,
straight down to the Bone.
How can it be that the Hourglass,
one of which I chase Forever within its grasp,
be so transparent to those who pass?
Meanwhile,
I find it Worthwhile
to chase "Never" ......
Far Past Forever.
I need to make the stars meet...
I need to conquer this deemed impossible feat...
I need to reach
while they shout ...and they preach,
NEVER!
Never will I Ever ...
have any of your Own"
His words cut clean,
like a Knife,
straight down to the Bone.
How can it be that the Hourglass,
one of which I chase Forever within its grasp,
be so transparent to those who pass?
Meanwhile,
I find it Worthwhile
to chase "Never" ......
Far Past Forever.
I need to make the stars meet...
I need to conquer this deemed impossible feat...
I need to reach
while they shout ...and they preach,
NEVER!
Never will I Ever ...
789 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
30th Mar 2015 8:14am
30th Mar 2015 8:14am
I was never one for riddles
I know this road like the back of my hand
So I'll take this time now to draw a line in the sand
-name it "NO MAN'S LAND"
I took your hand
And I fucked myself
I reached for gold but grasped (further more)
the broken shards of my own reflection
I didn't see the warning signs
so I got scarred and nothing else.
Another tally now marks my pelt.
Tell me again how we got here!
Riddle me this fine nusery rhyme.
Tell me again how everytime you thought of me...
It just proves that there's plenty of...
So I'll take this time now to draw a line in the sand
-name it "NO MAN'S LAND"
I took your hand
And I fucked myself
I reached for gold but grasped (further more)
the broken shards of my own reflection
I didn't see the warning signs
so I got scarred and nothing else.
Another tally now marks my pelt.
Tell me again how we got here!
Riddle me this fine nusery rhyme.
Tell me again how everytime you thought of me...
It just proves that there's plenty of...
825 reads
2 Comments
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