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
9th Jan 2015 2:19pm
9th Jan 2015 2:19pm
It is
Love is not a kiss that's shared with the lights off
But a spark that's ignighted by morning breath greetings
It's not a wine and dine experience
But rather poorly made pancakes on Sunday mornings
Love is not the victim card or a boasting victor
But the person you choose to risk loosing it all for
It's not a wimper or a whisper
But shouts and screams from rooftops sayng that IT EXISTS
But a spark that's ignighted by morning breath greetings
It's not a wine and dine experience
But rather poorly made pancakes on Sunday mornings
Love is not the victim card or a boasting victor
But the person you choose to risk loosing it all for
It's not a wimper or a whisper
But shouts and screams from rooftops sayng that IT EXISTS
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jan 2015 10:29pm
6th Jan 2015 10:29pm
The one that takes my hand
I want to lace my fingers with yours
But
In a crowd full of people
My wants become words
For the hate in their projection
Is hurled in our direction
And
The aftertaste of judgment
Taints our shared affection
I know how they see us
What breaks me
Is our new
Distorted view
The one that takes my hand
Will be mine
Forever laced
And
Never left alone
To fill a darkened space
Take my hand
But
In a crowd full of people
My wants become words
For the hate in their projection
Is hurled in our direction
And
The aftertaste of judgment
Taints our shared affection
I know how they see us
What breaks me
Is our new
Distorted view
The one that takes my hand
Will be mine
Forever laced
And
Never left alone
To fill a darkened space
Take my hand
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
6th Jan 2015 2:10am
6th Jan 2015 2:10am
Faiding flowers and broken wings. You are still remembered.
Just grass. Fucking grass.
How was anyone to know that beneath this plot of earth rested the center of a little boy's universe?
How could they know?
Aside from the poorly dug up holes in the ground.
Holes that held top secret letters from years past written by a lost boy desperately trying to reach out and connect to the stars.
My heart felt as empty as that grave looked.
My family never had much money to speak of and the cost of tomb stones seemed an unrealistic idea seeing as I NEEDED something there for her immediately.
So I got my keys and...
How was anyone to know that beneath this plot of earth rested the center of a little boy's universe?
How could they know?
Aside from the poorly dug up holes in the ground.
Holes that held top secret letters from years past written by a lost boy desperately trying to reach out and connect to the stars.
My heart felt as empty as that grave looked.
My family never had much money to speak of and the cost of tomb stones seemed an unrealistic idea seeing as I NEEDED something there for her immediately.
So I got my keys and...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
5th Jan 2015 1:21am
5th Jan 2015 1:21am
An object in an emotion
I once was with a guy (for a number of years actually) that would always kiss me with his eyes open. Me, being slightly weirded out by the whole idea inqured about it. His response would prove to haunt me to this day and change the conventional way I once saw things.
Me: Why do you do that?
[him]: Do what?
Me: I keep catching you looking around when you're kissing me. Do you not feel anything from it?
[Him]: *Laughing* I kiss you with my eyes open in order to feel something.
Me:. . .
[Him]: I keep my eyes open so that I can see you. I like knowing its you that...
Me: Why do you do that?
[him]: Do what?
Me: I keep catching you looking around when you're kissing me. Do you not feel anything from it?
[Him]: *Laughing* I kiss you with my eyes open in order to feel something.
Me:. . .
[Him]: I keep my eyes open so that I can see you. I like knowing its you that...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
3rd Jan 2015 7:39pm
3rd Jan 2015 7:39pm
On rainy days
I sit and watch the raindrops fall individually on the pavement.
How vast of a sea would those raindrops be if they just came together.
The weight of that concept is as heavy on my chest as the water being set free by the sky above me.
It's a strange and humbling experience.
The realization that I am the same as the rain.
I'm made up of the same stardust that the rain is.
We all are.
How vast of a sea would we all be if we just came together.
How vast of a sea would those raindrops be if they just came together.
The weight of that concept is as heavy on my chest as the water being set free by the sky above me.
It's a strange and humbling experience.
The realization that I am the same as the rain.
I'm made up of the same stardust that the rain is.
We all are.
How vast of a sea would we all be if we just came together.
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2015 7:49am
3rd Jan 2015 7:49am
Choose your poison
I try to breathe and sip from the cup
But the fear of its poison is enough to make me falter
I try to hold steady the hands that feel heavy
Without yours that once held them up.
They were sufficient to touch you, taste, hold and love you
But now there's just this cup
I know not what are meant for these hands
But the knowledge I'll gain or lose from drinking
from the poison left half empty.
But the fear of its poison is enough to make me falter
I try to hold steady the hands that feel heavy
Without yours that once held them up.
They were sufficient to touch you, taste, hold and love you
But now there's just this cup
I know not what are meant for these hands
But the knowledge I'll gain or lose from drinking
from the poison left half empty.
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2015 7:13am
3rd Jan 2015 7:13am
I didnt see the signs
It was dark that night I drove around.
I tried getting lost but couldn't leave town.
I rode around in circles trying to understand.
Why wasn't my direction in my command?
I didn't see the signs.
Or at least that's what I told myself.
When things started looking the same.
I closed my eyes and took a breath and dismissed it all a dream.
but life's a nightmare you can't wake up from sometimes
and the only way to survive is to drive outside the lines.
I didn't see the signs.
The ones that lead me...
I tried getting lost but couldn't leave town.
I rode around in circles trying to understand.
Why wasn't my direction in my command?
I didn't see the signs.
Or at least that's what I told myself.
When things started looking the same.
I closed my eyes and took a breath and dismissed it all a dream.
but life's a nightmare you can't wake up from sometimes
and the only way to survive is to drive outside the lines.
I didn't see the signs.
The ones that lead me...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
31st Dec 2014 7:12am
31st Dec 2014 7:12am
Unspoken poison
"Behind closed lips and tied to the tongue rests an unspoken promise of clarity. I wish I could see it or perhaps taste it with a kiss. I imagine it's bittersweet flavor and indulge in what the certainty of actually knowing would be like. I long to know what's locked and sealed behind those lips I've memorized. This will prove to be our demise however, the wonder will keep me afloat for now."
To whom this may concern.
To whom this may concern.
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