Submissions by ragaire
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
my tongue enjoys doing impressions of a river.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Nov 2022 2:27am
13th Nov 2022 2:27am
SE
is smoking
outside betting shops
drinking ale in wetherspoons,
pushing prams
before lunchtime approaches
sleepy in a corner
of an infants eyelids,
they're loose ties
untucked blazers
& loud music
at the back
of buses,
truckers
pulling into warehouses
& workers pushing
deliveries on
cold metal
cages,
they are tents
lined up on the arsenal
as subaru's
speed away
from blue
sirens,
freestyles
screaming loud
on streets
full of
litter, ...
outside betting shops
drinking ale in wetherspoons,
pushing prams
before lunchtime approaches
sleepy in a corner
of an infants eyelids,
they're loose ties
untucked blazers
& loud music
at the back
of buses,
truckers
pulling into warehouses
& workers pushing
deliveries on
cold metal
cages,
they are tents
lined up on the arsenal
as subaru's
speed away
from blue
sirens,
freestyles
screaming loud
on streets
full of
litter, ...
#TruthOfLife
#Britain
#culture
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Nov 2022 3:32am
8th Nov 2022 3:32am
what the sharks gave me
i wiped blood
on my tissue
felt a string dangling around
in the bowl,
pulled it away with my
fingernails
clutching it in the center
of my
palm
i don't talk about shark week often enough
but i thought of men clutching triggers
with index fingers
as a test of pain
they believe must be
endured,
how my mother
allowed me to arrive
at the most dangerous time
of her life,
that every cycle
she encountered
...
on my tissue
felt a string dangling around
in the bowl,
pulled it away with my
fingernails
clutching it in the center
of my
palm
i don't talk about shark week often enough
but i thought of men clutching triggers
with index fingers
as a test of pain
they believe must be
endured,
how my mother
allowed me to arrive
at the most dangerous time
of her life,
that every cycle
she encountered
...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle
#transgender
#StreamOfConsciousness
#menstruation
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2022 3:18am
3rd Nov 2022 3:18am
tenebrous
i'll end up
disappearing in the dust
roll up my ashes,
exhale the smoke
place a curse on my verse
keeping locusts away from my rivers
bending endlessly
in my noctural
cerebrum,
keeping to the left
to the left
the side keeping my black pupil
awake until three am
with restless vagabond
steps
sweeping floorbards
trying to find a blink of sleep
in a smog of insomniac
abyss,
...
disappearing in the dust
roll up my ashes,
exhale the smoke
place a curse on my verse
keeping locusts away from my rivers
bending endlessly
in my noctural
cerebrum,
keeping to the left
to the left
the side keeping my black pupil
awake until three am
with restless vagabond
steps
sweeping floorbards
trying to find a blink of sleep
in a smog of insomniac
abyss,
...
#depression
#grief
#dark
#insomnia
#StreamOfConsciousness
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Nov 2022 8:22pm
1st Nov 2022 8:22pm
anticulture
guy on the end of aisle nine
shouts weirdo at the top of lungs
as everyone looks around to see
who he's shouting at,
after browsing fine a selection of cheesecakes
i looked up unaware
of what was going on
while having eargasms
to heavy industrial numbers
blasting through my ear canal
and asked myself why are there people staring
in my direction,
i guess it isn't totally unfamiliar for me
to be stared the fuck out of wherever i go,
a spiked leather jacket, ...
shouts weirdo at the top of lungs
as everyone looks around to see
who he's shouting at,
after browsing fine a selection of cheesecakes
i looked up unaware
of what was going on
while having eargasms
to heavy industrial numbers
blasting through my ear canal
and asked myself why are there people staring
in my direction,
i guess it isn't totally unfamiliar for me
to be stared the fuck out of wherever i go,
a spiked leather jacket, ...
#TruthOfLife
#culture
#StreamOfConsciousness
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1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Oct 2022 1:32am
27th Oct 2022 1:32am
crú capaill
i'm not exactly
a fan of my
own blood
but there's
a few words
infused in
my veins,
'you can work
without a map'
sadly today
there are
no horses
worthy
of golden
horseshoes.
a fan of my
own blood
but there's
a few words
infused in
my veins,
'you can work
without a map'
sadly today
there are
no horses
worthy
of golden
horseshoes.
#LifeStruggles
#honesty
#StreamOfConsciousness
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1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Oct 2022 11:20am
24th Oct 2022 11:20am
blood stone
i allowed myself
the privelege
of salt air
soaking
my throat
as sunshine
reflects water
like glass,
thought about
every moment
my feet
kissed
these stones
until night
fell on the
seaside
as neon stars
lit up an
abyss
my tongue
will barely
speak
of,
not many
places allow
you time
to bleed out
memories
you'd rather
forget
but
brighton,
she calls
at your
worst
...
the privelege
of salt air
soaking
my throat
as sunshine
reflects water
like glass,
thought about
every moment
my feet
kissed
these stones
until night
fell on the
seaside
as neon stars
lit up an
abyss
my tongue
will barely
speak
of,
not many
places allow
you time
to bleed out
memories
you'd rather
forget
but
brighton,
she calls
at your
worst
...
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
#suffering
#Britain
#StreamOfConsciousness
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Oct 2022 5:47pm
21st Oct 2022 5:47pm
bound
dream of the wind
think of the rain
hush my flesh
itching again
there's a rage
crashing against
every cold wave
there's a savage
beating against
my ribcage,
let the wind
rake my hair
let water soak
into my bones
there's a fire
howling inside
of my throat
there's a moon
craving to be
swallowed.
think of the rain
hush my flesh
itching again
there's a rage
crashing against
every cold wave
there's a savage
beating against
my ribcage,
let the wind
rake my hair
let water soak
into my bones
there's a fire
howling inside
of my throat
there's a moon
craving to be
swallowed.
#SelfReflection
#culture
#StreamOfConsciousness #tradition
#StreamOfConsciousness #tradition
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Oct 2022 3:32am
15th Oct 2022 3:32am
if i told you in tale form
i'd imagine
you beastlike,
clawing into
dream-states
i desperately
try preserving
this chaotic
body in.
i'd imagine
you wolflike,
the kind
that thrives
to howl
shattering
stained glass
windows to
the ground.
i'd imagine
you a man
who's greed
leaves him
in desperate
hunger
after the
collision
of a kiss.
you beastlike,
clawing into
dream-states
i desperately
try preserving
this chaotic
body in.
i'd imagine
you wolflike,
the kind
that thrives
to howl
shattering
stained glass
windows to
the ground.
i'd imagine
you a man
who's greed
leaves him
in desperate
hunger
after the
collision
of a kiss.
#relationships
#LGBT
#StreamOfConsciousness
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Oct 2022 9:47pm
10th Oct 2022 9:47pm
funeral blues
i watch them
harvesting words
black veils, no sound
beads dangle
from their necks
singular silver
crucifixes,
old blood
useen for years
caved faces,
twisted in
worn books
broken hymns
singing inside
cold spaces,
hard faces
stare in disgust
deaf ears, stiff collars
the young
bow their heads
unseen and
unheard,
we dream
better things
like she did
unspoken
returning
back to
earth,
no tears
to...
harvesting words
black veils, no sound
beads dangle
from their necks
singular silver
crucifixes,
old blood
useen for years
caved faces,
twisted in
worn books
broken hymns
singing inside
cold spaces,
hard faces
stare in disgust
deaf ears, stiff collars
the young
bow their heads
unseen and
unheard,
we dream
better things
like she did
unspoken
returning
back to
earth,
no tears
to...
#family
#death
#religion #StreamOfConsciousness
#religion #StreamOfConsciousness
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Oct 2022 3:44am
9th Oct 2022 3:44am
brother in sleep
we spoke
about you
this evening
the way we
would dangle
off our tree
in the ruins,
how we called it
grandmother tree
because it was
our favourite
and we laughed
about the time
you got stuck,
then silence
fell upon us
like our hearts
didn't have guts
to end sentences
echoing stories
about you
it still hasn't
sunken in—
i don't know
how us gypsies
really do it
how we keep
the wheel...
about you
this evening
the way we
would dangle
off our tree
in the ruins,
how we called it
grandmother tree
because it was
our favourite
and we laughed
about the time
you got stuck,
then silence
fell upon us
like our hearts
didn't have guts
to end sentences
echoing stories
about you
it still hasn't
sunken in—
i don't know
how us gypsies
really do it
how we keep
the wheel...
#love
#grief
#family
#friendship
#StreamOfConsciousness
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Oct 2022 2:54am
8th Oct 2022 2:54am
siúil
i know lately
words haven't
quite escaped
from my lips
how death
has consumed
my time these
past few weeks,
for somebody
who's lingered
around death
around loss
since the age
of an infant
i still find myself
struggling to
swallow the
inevitable,
even though
i'm as heathen
as they come
i'm a little
scared about
finishing this
walk on earth
not in some
god-fearing
type manner
but will this ...
words haven't
quite escaped
from my lips
how death
has consumed
my time these
past few weeks,
for somebody
who's lingered
around death
around loss
since the age
of an infant
i still find myself
struggling to
swallow the
inevitable,
even though
i'm as heathen
as they come
i'm a little
scared about
finishing this
walk on earth
not in some
god-fearing
type manner
but will this ...
#love
#family
#death #StreamOfConsciousness
#death #StreamOfConsciousness
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1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Oct 2022 2:39am
7th Oct 2022 2:39am
enough of those masks you wear
pressing down
into your pores
feeding slowly
off gorilla glue
as skin forgets
how to draw
light inhales,
lay down
plastic dreams
ironing out
every pleat
in existence
without any
reasonable
explanation,
pull away
every thought
that believes
your name
was made
to be marked
for burning.
into your pores
feeding slowly
off gorilla glue
as skin forgets
how to draw
light inhales,
lay down
plastic dreams
ironing out
every pleat
in existence
without any
reasonable
explanation,
pull away
every thought
that believes
your name
was made
to be marked
for burning.
#Halloween
#FreeVerse
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