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.
SELF POEM
Published
18th Feb 2015 2:18pm
18th Feb 2015 2:18pm
Stars And Demons
There is a certain freedom
that comes with the acknowledgment
of the monsters living within us.
It's only when we embrace the monster
that we keep from becoming one.
Collect your pieces.
Connect your constellations.
Stars and demons reside within your flesh.
Own your night as much as your day.
To be human is to be imperfect.
To be imperfect is to be beautifully alive.
that comes with the acknowledgment
of the monsters living within us.
It's only when we embrace the monster
that we keep from becoming one.
Collect your pieces.
Connect your constellations.
Stars and demons reside within your flesh.
Own your night as much as your day.
To be human is to be imperfect.
To be imperfect is to be beautifully alive.
656 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Feb 2015 3:52am
14th Feb 2015 3:52am
Trading Spaces
I've had my time in the sun
and it was beautiful
So now
I welcome the rain.
and it was beautiful
So now
I welcome the rain.
542 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Feb 2015 6:18am
12th Feb 2015 6:18am
Changed
You
were simply YOU before
And I
was just but I
Then WE
would come to be
Once upon a time
And that
has forever changed US
were simply YOU before
And I
was just but I
Then WE
would come to be
Once upon a time
And that
has forever changed US
612 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2015 2:07am
2nd Feb 2015 2:07am
The Love That She Deserves
The stars all moved in rotation,
orbiting around the center of our universe that day.
The day gravity that had once existed,
evidently so clear before,
seemed to dissipate and fade away.
All at once the world made sense.
Happy endings became happier beginnings.
As we walked her into the next chapter of life,
all that beheld the flame,
that of which flickered so brightly before them,
fell onto praying knees,
Giving thanks to the heavens for true love's existence
and for forging together...
orbiting around the center of our universe that day.
The day gravity that had once existed,
evidently so clear before,
seemed to dissipate and fade away.
All at once the world made sense.
Happy endings became happier beginnings.
As we walked her into the next chapter of life,
all that beheld the flame,
that of which flickered so brightly before them,
fell onto praying knees,
Giving thanks to the heavens for true love's existence
and for forging together...
1059 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Jan 2015 7:07pm
26th Jan 2015 7:07pm
Uncle
The beat heard by my ears
Touched the core of my own percussionist
A dream left out to dry
Found life within another
Where jealousy seemed logical
Only the magic of her majesty ensued
The keeper of the stars
And his symphonic beats
The ones heard round the world
A five letter word I dreamt of knowing
Became another I can't wait to meet
My life
Forever changed by five little fingers
I stand strong and proud to greet
So I'll glance upon the windowsill
to a dream so safely kept
Admire the beauty of...
Touched the core of my own percussionist
A dream left out to dry
Found life within another
Where jealousy seemed logical
Only the magic of her majesty ensued
The keeper of the stars
And his symphonic beats
The ones heard round the world
A five letter word I dreamt of knowing
Became another I can't wait to meet
My life
Forever changed by five little fingers
I stand strong and proud to greet
So I'll glance upon the windowsill
to a dream so safely kept
Admire the beauty of...
618 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jan 2015 3:00am
19th Jan 2015 3:00am
Temporary Paralysis
His presence cuts right through me
-A freshly sharpened blade.
His absence speaks down to me
-Invoking the insane.
Frozen hearts...
have stopped their beating
Frozen feet...
keep me from leaving.
Here I stand...
Making my mark
Cupid's arrow...
Shots in the dark
-A freshly sharpened blade.
His absence speaks down to me
-Invoking the insane.
Frozen hearts...
have stopped their beating
Frozen feet...
keep me from leaving.
Here I stand...
Making my mark
Cupid's arrow...
Shots in the dark
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
18th Jan 2015 5:12am
18th Jan 2015 5:12am
N.A.K.E.D.
As I stood in the shower
allowing the water to race lines down my back
there came a truth.
It showed in his stead,
as naked and as exposed as I was.
Peering over at the unlocked door more often than not
I realized a few things.
First, THIS is me I'm giving him.
Second, I spend too much time waiting.
Third, I've never seen him naked. Even after all this time.
Fourth, rejection sucks
Fifth, this water can only cleanse me of so much...
and FUCK it's hot.
To be naked is too be seen.
We all come into this world COMPLETELY...
allowing the water to race lines down my back
there came a truth.
It showed in his stead,
as naked and as exposed as I was.
Peering over at the unlocked door more often than not
I realized a few things.
First, THIS is me I'm giving him.
Second, I spend too much time waiting.
Third, I've never seen him naked. Even after all this time.
Fourth, rejection sucks
Fifth, this water can only cleanse me of so much...
and FUCK it's hot.
To be naked is too be seen.
We all come into this world COMPLETELY...
627 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jan 2015 2:16pm
15th Jan 2015 2:16pm
More Often Than Not
More often than not I think of you.
Riding shotgun with the widows down
driving faster than we should.
Your fingers laced mine perfectly.
When those songs we belted out come on I think of you.
Proof that you were here.
More often than not I dream of you.
My heart projects our story all over my mind.
Memories my conscious mind tries to avoid most days.
The unfinished movie of our triumphs and mistakes.
The bittersweet lessons learned there
are proof that you were here.
More often than not I see you.
Chasing strangers in the dark...
Riding shotgun with the widows down
driving faster than we should.
Your fingers laced mine perfectly.
When those songs we belted out come on I think of you.
Proof that you were here.
More often than not I dream of you.
My heart projects our story all over my mind.
Memories my conscious mind tries to avoid most days.
The unfinished movie of our triumphs and mistakes.
The bittersweet lessons learned there
are proof that you were here.
More often than not I see you.
Chasing strangers in the dark...
673 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jan 2015 6:06am
15th Jan 2015 6:06am
The reach
Hands open and palms to the sky.
Waiting,
hoping,
wanting,
praying,
reaching,
yearning,
For a hand to hold them.
For a love like sunlight to shine down upon them,
enveloping and awakening the life within the tingling fingertips
with contact from another wanderer.
Have the stars I reach for forsaken me?
Did they have the sky rain down
and flood my mind and soul with these hopelessly romantic ideas and wishes
(seemingly so obtainable)
only to leave me out to dry?
My hands reach twelve and pause but im still...
Waiting,
hoping,
wanting,
praying,
reaching,
yearning,
For a hand to hold them.
For a love like sunlight to shine down upon them,
enveloping and awakening the life within the tingling fingertips
with contact from another wanderer.
Have the stars I reach for forsaken me?
Did they have the sky rain down
and flood my mind and soul with these hopelessly romantic ideas and wishes
(seemingly so obtainable)
only to leave me out to dry?
My hands reach twelve and pause but im still...
615 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
11th Jan 2015 4:23am
11th Jan 2015 4:23am
f**k YOU [me]
Pissing off time like its not precious thing
Getting lost in the wastelands
A pathetic human being
Standing face to mirror and I don't see a thing
How the empire has crumbled
While you just sat there
....Waiting
Moments come and go
In the blink of an eye they're gone
So much time has passed you by
Holding onto dagger scars to remind you what they've done
The scape goat is merely one
ONE
One human being
Or so you like to call yourself
The one that's wasting air and space
The reflection of self...
Getting lost in the wastelands
A pathetic human being
Standing face to mirror and I don't see a thing
How the empire has crumbled
While you just sat there
....Waiting
Moments come and go
In the blink of an eye they're gone
So much time has passed you by
Holding onto dagger scars to remind you what they've done
The scape goat is merely one
ONE
One human being
Or so you like to call yourself
The one that's wasting air and space
The reflection of self...
688 reads
3 Comments
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