Submissions by rosegold
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Creative minds stick together
lethargic
lethargic
sleeping spirit
adderall wearing off
tired heartbeat
hunger pains setting in
flopped in one place
to stay
until my brain wakes up again
exhausted
from nothing
my mind running laps
body heavy
glued to my bed
I'm not trying to be lazy
pull me out
please
waiting
for the feeling to end
eternally trapped
like quicksand
the more I struggle
the deeper I sink
into greedy sheets
for just a moment more
sleeping spirit
adderall wearing off
tired heartbeat
hunger pains setting in
flopped in one place
to stay
until my brain wakes up again
exhausted
from nothing
my mind running laps
body heavy
glued to my bed
I'm not trying to be lazy
pull me out
please
waiting
for the feeling to end
eternally trapped
like quicksand
the more I struggle
the deeper I sink
into greedy sheets
for just a moment more
#depression
#NaPoWriMo2019
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smoke
smoke
in your hair
in your clothes
everywhere
smoke enshrouds you
wherever you go
I can barely see you
through your cloud of smoke
you blow it onto me
it seeps into my lungs
I can hardly breathe
I think I've had enough
you went up in flames
and I don't want to catch it
it's an addictive game
like playing with matches
I'm getting more tainted
the longer I stay
so I'll come back
if the smoke clears away
in your hair
in your clothes
everywhere
smoke enshrouds you
wherever you go
I can barely see you
through your cloud of smoke
you blow it onto me
it seeps into my lungs
I can hardly breathe
I think I've had enough
you went up in flames
and I don't want to catch it
it's an addictive game
like playing with matches
I'm getting more tainted
the longer I stay
so I'll come back
if the smoke clears away
#friendship
#MovingOn
#hurt
#NaPoWriMo2019
#addiction
531 reads
2 Comments
Can't talk
I try to speak
and nothing comes out-
as if my words are afraid
of the outside world,
trembling at the idea
of being heard
It's like I have no voice-
like something in me
muffles the sound
of silent screams,
strangles every noise
before they escape my lips
My thoughts are prisoners
locked in my mind-
they're not accepting visitors-
they hide between my ears
terrified of being seen
through the windows
of my eyes
and nothing comes out-
as if my words are afraid
of the outside world,
trembling at the idea
of being heard
It's like I have no voice-
like something in me
muffles the sound
of silent screams,
strangles every noise
before they escape my lips
My thoughts are prisoners
locked in my mind-
they're not accepting visitors-
they hide between my ears
terrified of being seen
through the windows
of my eyes
#anxiety
#silence
#misunderstood #NaPoWriMo2019
#misunderstood #NaPoWriMo2019
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rumrunners cave
stone skull, eyes ablaze
lighting up the cavern wall
warns trespassers of danger ahead
as they slip through the narrow hall
crumbled floor, unstable roof
tread carefully, lest you fall
holes expose the drop below
do you hear adventure's call?
hidden tunnels underfoot
echo out your name
the ocean waves crash ashore
inviting you to their game
explore every corridor
climb every eroded stair
the tide is rising, time is short
hurry back out to the salty air
sandy feet travel rocky paths ...
lighting up the cavern wall
warns trespassers of danger ahead
as they slip through the narrow hall
crumbled floor, unstable roof
tread carefully, lest you fall
holes expose the drop below
do you hear adventure's call?
hidden tunnels underfoot
echo out your name
the ocean waves crash ashore
inviting you to their game
explore every corridor
climb every eroded stair
the tide is rising, time is short
hurry back out to the salty air
sandy feet travel rocky paths ...
#courage
#NaPoWriMo2019
579 reads
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returning, rebuilding
squeaky strings
crooked bow
awkward stance
forgotten notes
simple tune
unpleasant tone
soulless sound
playing slow
...
but remember
how her eyes did shine
as she swayed in time
feeling deeply each line
oh,
how her heart had danced
floating through the music
smooth and free
in a dreamland symphony
...
my violin beckons
ever softly
although unpolished
dark wood gathering dust
my skills coated with rust
even so
she calls me home
dull as I've...
crooked bow
awkward stance
forgotten notes
simple tune
unpleasant tone
soulless sound
playing slow
...
but remember
how her eyes did shine
as she swayed in time
feeling deeply each line
oh,
how her heart had danced
floating through the music
smooth and free
in a dreamland symphony
...
my violin beckons
ever softly
although unpolished
dark wood gathering dust
my skills coated with rust
even so
she calls me home
dull as I've...
#music
#determination
#NaPoWriMo2019
480 reads
2 Comments
tower
Once
I thought
my little life
would stack up all
nice and tall and straight,
that the blocks would line up
just right, that I'd know how to
place them so my tower didn't teeter and
totter and eventually topple over into a shapeless pile
But
I could only build so high
before it crumbled
back down
one
piece
at
a
time
I thought
my little life
would stack up all
nice and tall and straight,
that the blocks would line up
just right, that I'd know how to
place them so my tower didn't teeter and
totter and eventually topple over into a shapeless pile
But
I could only build so high
before it crumbled
back down
one
piece
at
a
time
#FeelingLost
#NaPoWriMo2019
503 reads
2 Comments
bruised brain
my brain-
it must be speckled
with bruises and holes
scattered deep and wide
across it's soft
vulnerable surface
chipped edges
lining fragile veins
dents and valleys
marks and scars
full of broken, damaged parts
it's sure been knocked around
beaten up inside my head
it's been abused
but it's still alive
still bleeding
and still
fighting
if I could see its shape
outlined on a screen
I wonder
how disfigured would it be?
it must be speckled
with bruises and holes
scattered deep and wide
across it's soft
vulnerable surface
chipped edges
lining fragile veins
dents and valleys
marks and scars
full of broken, damaged parts
it's sure been knocked around
beaten up inside my head
it's been abused
but it's still alive
still bleeding
and still
fighting
if I could see its shape
outlined on a screen
I wonder
how disfigured would it be?
#depression
#hope
#NaPoWriMo2019
553 reads
3 Comments
Poetry Fairy
She fluttered my way, one
Sunday afternoon,
as I sat feeding ducks
by Lake Linda
Her gorgeous green eyes –
her deep scarlet wings –
her glittering dress –
she intrigued me.
Her voice sang out
in perfect verse,
calling poetically, magically...
inviting me into her story:
“Write with me
Come on a journey
I'll show you how to be free
“Black ink
Carefully penned
Follow my lead, my friend
“Write with me
...
Sunday afternoon,
as I sat feeding ducks
by Lake Linda
Her gorgeous green eyes –
her deep scarlet wings –
her glittering dress –
she intrigued me.
Her voice sang out
in perfect verse,
calling poetically, magically...
inviting me into her story:
“Write with me
Come on a journey
I'll show you how to be free
“Black ink
Carefully penned
Follow my lead, my friend
“Write with me
...
#friendship
#fairies
#NaPoWriMo2018
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
907 reads
11 Comments
don't even breath within 20 feet of me
touchy, touchy
let me sleep
I don't want to hear another peep
touchy, touchy
get away
I don't want to see you today
touchy, touchy
you want affection
I just want chocolate kisses
touchy, touchy
I'm sorry I snapped
you don't understand why I'm like this
just get out of my space
or I might lose my patience
it's not personal
but right now I can't handle your existence
yes, I'm a bit over-sensitive at the moment
oh, don't I know it
yes, this...
let me sleep
I don't want to hear another peep
touchy, touchy
get away
I don't want to see you today
touchy, touchy
you want affection
I just want chocolate kisses
touchy, touchy
I'm sorry I snapped
you don't understand why I'm like this
just get out of my space
or I might lose my patience
it's not personal
but right now I can't handle your existence
yes, I'm a bit over-sensitive at the moment
oh, don't I know it
yes, this...
#women
#NaPoWriMo2018
#frustration
551 reads
7 Comments
we only had an hour
we only had an hour -
so we went to the dollar tree
starving, neither of us had
eaten dinner. we fully intended
to succumb to the grumbling
of our sweet tooths
so, needless to say –
we left with boxes of
cookies, bags of candy
(lots of chocolate) and
ice cream. we sat in the
car and tried everything –
enjoying each other's
presence more than the food
we caught ourselves up on
all our problems – shared
our mistakes and messes.
we decided, again, like little
kids afraid of...
so we went to the dollar tree
starving, neither of us had
eaten dinner. we fully intended
to succumb to the grumbling
of our sweet tooths
so, needless to say –
we left with boxes of
cookies, bags of candy
(lots of chocolate) and
ice cream. we sat in the
car and tried everything –
enjoying each other's
presence more than the food
we caught ourselves up on
all our problems – shared
our mistakes and messes.
we decided, again, like little
kids afraid of...
#friendship
#narrative
#NaPoWriMo2018 #support
#NaPoWriMo2018 #support
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0 Comments
color my soul
color me --
open my pages,
black and white
fill me in,
my empty lines --
give me life
add your touch to my blank spaces
make me yours
color me in
with a little bit of you
color me pink
like your lips
cover my surface with your kisses
color me blue
like the night
and color you by my side
color me gold
like the ecstasy I feel
as you caress me with your brushes
color me all shades of purple
because you know it's my favorite
color me...
open my pages,
black and white
fill me in,
my empty lines --
give me life
add your touch to my blank spaces
make me yours
color me in
with a little bit of you
color me pink
like your lips
cover my surface with your kisses
color me blue
like the night
and color you by my side
color me gold
like the ecstasy I feel
as you caress me with your brushes
color me all shades of purple
because you know it's my favorite
color me...
#love
#NaPoWriMo2018
#art
672 reads
0 Comments
Lost in Paint
tuesdays
jeans and old t-shirt days
the studio's waiting
eat breakfast on the way
it's 9am
don't be late!
canvases line the wall
happy place
choose an easel
get out the paints
music up
set the pace
mix worlds of color
express and escape
forget about life
stress drifts away
you've been waiting all week
for a chance to create
absorbed in the process
laying beauty on clean slates
one stroke at a time
finding yourself
every tuesday
lost...
jeans and old t-shirt days
the studio's waiting
eat breakfast on the way
it's 9am
don't be late!
canvases line the wall
happy place
choose an easel
get out the paints
music up
set the pace
mix worlds of color
express and escape
forget about life
stress drifts away
you've been waiting all week
for a chance to create
absorbed in the process
laying beauty on clean slates
one stroke at a time
finding yourself
every tuesday
lost...
#beauty
#NaPoWriMo2018
#art
754 reads
2 Comments
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