Submissions by rowantree (Rowan E.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Closest thing to birdsong.
LOVE POEM
Published
Today 5:35am
Today 5:35am
ow
I know what love is. Without a damn doubt.
I know how to love. I have had the best teachers. I was born face up to a sky of love, cradled by waves of it. Birth mother, her husband, her family. Birth father, now prodigal, who understands it the way I do. My parents. A few amazing teachers and mentors I was lucky enough to be guided by (Mr. Miller, Ms. Benoit, camp counselors and Beth). Everyone in my life welcomed me, and even if they didn’t understand me fully or did not wish to, the love was there, a complete, blanketing thing. Love has been all over my life. Caring. I understand...
I know how to love. I have had the best teachers. I was born face up to a sky of love, cradled by waves of it. Birth mother, her husband, her family. Birth father, now prodigal, who understands it the way I do. My parents. A few amazing teachers and mentors I was lucky enough to be guided by (Mr. Miller, Ms. Benoit, camp counselors and Beth). Everyone in my life welcomed me, and even if they didn’t understand me fully or did not wish to, the love was there, a complete, blanketing thing. Love has been all over my life. Caring. I understand...
#love
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Nov 2019 2:53am
25th Nov 2019 2:53am
hisssss
I suppose
laws of heat and force
speak for hearts, too
because I am not a tea kettle
but something is steeping too long
in my chest
a rolling boil bleaching my ribs
and this skull mulls it with a sick spice
ballooning the steam inside,
holding everything in
with the tightest lids of lips
I keep sitting, though,
on the quiet gas stove;
glass alone, no bone or nerve
lurks to be red and raw the next day -
I've picked off all my skin and left
a smooth ceramic curve.
Maybe I remember
a time when...
laws of heat and force
speak for hearts, too
because I am not a tea kettle
but something is steeping too long
in my chest
a rolling boil bleaching my ribs
and this skull mulls it with a sick spice
ballooning the steam inside,
holding everything in
with the tightest lids of lips
I keep sitting, though,
on the quiet gas stove;
glass alone, no bone or nerve
lurks to be red and raw the next day -
I've picked off all my skin and left
a smooth ceramic curve.
Maybe I remember
a time when...
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfHarm #frustration
#SelfHarm #frustration
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EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2019 4:19pm
2nd Nov 2019 4:19pm
thai place
Something rude to the sun today,
something sadistic in July -
slapped another shade on my shoulders.
I still feel those eyes on me
from across the table,
across my empty plate,
fire in my mouth from Thai chiles
and from owning him in that moment
Auburn eyes blank and hungry,
his conscience locked up in a basement somewhere
entertaining itself.
I gave him a chance to wake up;
he just rolled over.
Fine.
To the women's restroom
to taste my waiter;
to my knees
and to a perfectly...
something sadistic in July -
slapped another shade on my shoulders.
I still feel those eyes on me
from across the table,
across my empty plate,
fire in my mouth from Thai chiles
and from owning him in that moment
Auburn eyes blank and hungry,
his conscience locked up in a basement somewhere
entertaining itself.
I gave him a chance to wake up;
he just rolled over.
Fine.
To the women's restroom
to taste my waiter;
to my knees
and to a perfectly...
#lust
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Oct 2019 10:37pm
30th Oct 2019 10:37pm
lucky chest
It's okay to feel awful,
just fine to ache.
Sometimes the loves
I've had will take
me up by the clawful,
find me in my cafe
or some comfortable place
and slam me into the wall
choke me there with memories
Blue eyes, onions, metal crucifix in my mouth
When dynamite was a boy's step
off the Greyhound
But it's love
so it lets me up
and I breathe -
go on about my day,
thankful my heart has truly been used
like Jimi Hendrix's guitar
Or Beethoven's pen ...
just fine to ache.
Sometimes the loves
I've had will take
me up by the clawful,
find me in my cafe
or some comfortable place
and slam me into the wall
choke me there with memories
Blue eyes, onions, metal crucifix in my mouth
When dynamite was a boy's step
off the Greyhound
But it's love
so it lets me up
and I breathe -
go on about my day,
thankful my heart has truly been used
like Jimi Hendrix's guitar
Or Beethoven's pen ...
#love
#gratitude
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Oct 2019 10:01pm
30th Oct 2019 10:01pm
wish washaway
He has a girlfriend now.
I’m still the lover. We all know
about each other.
Here am I, though,
having adored the left side of his bed
and imagined it mine -
maybe -
one day.
Monday night
I stayed over
and saw her belongings there
for the first time.
I am alright. It’s all okay. She and I
have no illness, but
her shit was all over the nightstand,
her tampons were on the back of the toilet,
her brush on the sink,
and I do mind. ...
I’m still the lover. We all know
about each other.
Here am I, though,
having adored the left side of his bed
and imagined it mine -
maybe -
one day.
Monday night
I stayed over
and saw her belongings there
for the first time.
I am alright. It’s all okay. She and I
have no illness, but
her shit was all over the nightstand,
her tampons were on the back of the toilet,
her brush on the sink,
and I do mind. ...
#love
#jealousy
#patience #lover
#patience #lover
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Sep 2019 00:26am
9th Sep 2019 00:26am
love above the graves
it is perhaps a bit early for the cemetery to feel like home
for these rows of still graves
nightkissed stone
to feel like my neighborhood
but up on that tomb
with my dirty high tops
I watch
the long laces droop
listening to you
under
the easy smile of the half moon
feels something like the afternoon light
dragging shadows
across the stoop,
streetlight for a sunset -
I feel alone with my lover
on our very own roof
we are there
sitting close
you reading my Tarot
as...
for these rows of still graves
nightkissed stone
to feel like my neighborhood
but up on that tomb
with my dirty high tops
I watch
the long laces droop
listening to you
under
the easy smile of the half moon
feels something like the afternoon light
dragging shadows
across the stoop,
streetlight for a sunset -
I feel alone with my lover
on our very own roof
we are there
sitting close
you reading my Tarot
as...
#lover
#graveyard
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Sep 2019 2:45am
5th Sep 2019 2:45am
getting good and lost
with you ready, now,
for the sweat of my devotion -
like wearin a tank top
knowin summer's gonna breathe right down your neck
with the frail Southern ember
of September, her
dying breath -
with you ready
for my love
it's like we're falling all over again
caught in this night
the sky a soft sketchbook indigo
brighter than the black of the treeline
and all the world
down the hill
cicadas and bullfrogs and crickets and mosquitos
screaming
seeming
like the prettiest...
for the sweat of my devotion -
like wearin a tank top
knowin summer's gonna breathe right down your neck
with the frail Southern ember
of September, her
dying breath -
with you ready
for my love
it's like we're falling all over again
caught in this night
the sky a soft sketchbook indigo
brighter than the black of the treeline
and all the world
down the hill
cicadas and bullfrogs and crickets and mosquitos
screaming
seeming
like the prettiest...
#love
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ANGER POEM
Published
20th Aug 2019 10:09pm
20th Aug 2019 10:09pm
"LSU urges students to 'Run, hide, or fight.'"
*trigger warning - guns / shooting**
~
I was going to get coffee, now
knees to chin in my dorm closet. about a mile away
it happened,
this new normal
we pretend no one can affect.
someone with a gun
I hold
my knees and have
church in my dorm room
Mass for the shooting as another
shooting amasses
another day of weather
a chance of bullets
from cocked clouds
and
another
inch crumbled off the coastline,
hands of the ocean waving a higher
hello to the sun;...
~
I was going to get coffee, now
knees to chin in my dorm closet. about a mile away
it happened,
this new normal
we pretend no one can affect.
someone with a gun
I hold
my knees and have
church in my dorm room
Mass for the shooting as another
shooting amasses
another day of weather
a chance of bullets
from cocked clouds
and
another
inch crumbled off the coastline,
hands of the ocean waving a higher
hello to the sun;...
#GunControl
#environment
#feminism
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Apr 2019 11:02pm
30th Apr 2019 11:02pm
Rougarou
My right earlobe still aches
just a little from your teeth.
Thoughts of you hit me
like diamond moon through the coal of clouds.
I've been tugging on it
all day.
You know you have me
on your side
until you ask me to go? -
Absolutely
until then,
and only then
will I spare you
the fact
of your own beauty.
I never would have guessed
you don't know about it.
You're like a wolf
unaware of his fur.
My Rougarou.
I pulled back your hair
in Metarie, all ...
just a little from your teeth.
Thoughts of you hit me
like diamond moon through the coal of clouds.
I've been tugging on it
all day.
You know you have me
on your side
until you ask me to go? -
Absolutely
until then,
and only then
will I spare you
the fact
of your own beauty.
I never would have guessed
you don't know about it.
You're like a wolf
unaware of his fur.
My Rougarou.
I pulled back your hair
in Metarie, all ...
#love
#night
#graveyard
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Apr 2019 4:46am
29th Apr 2019 4:46am
cautious nauseous awfulness
stumbles
and vicious headaches
want to snack on this head but
I need it for these tests -
still haven't been able to sing freely for you.
It isn't nerves. Not quite.
My nerves are dangerous
but easily avoided
like dead snakes of power lines,
skin shed on the street -
you see them,
you can walk away.
But I don't know what it is
I'm now reckoning with.
...not true. I do.
The same insecurity
piggybacking me
hot air in my head -
when I fret and fucking fret
about each word I've said.
Not...
and vicious headaches
want to snack on this head but
I need it for these tests -
still haven't been able to sing freely for you.
It isn't nerves. Not quite.
My nerves are dangerous
but easily avoided
like dead snakes of power lines,
skin shed on the street -
you see them,
you can walk away.
But I don't know what it is
I'm now reckoning with.
...not true. I do.
The same insecurity
piggybacking me
hot air in my head -
when I fret and fucking fret
about each word I've said.
Not...
#anxiety
#love
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Apr 2019 4:32am
29th Apr 2019 4:32am
naked when I met you
Goddamn,
my lover,
I will never shut up about you.
I remember how tentative I was
before you ever touched me
with that fine fucking freedom.
Parking like a sucker in one of the pay lots
and following a brick wall
to the coffee shop you mentioned -
"I'm here," I said -
in a minute, then, you poked your head
from a door
hiding in the café's shadow
already naked
so easily displaying
you -
cute little ass
leading me to the hot tub
This was November
the gray in your beard ...
my lover,
I will never shut up about you.
I remember how tentative I was
before you ever touched me
with that fine fucking freedom.
Parking like a sucker in one of the pay lots
and following a brick wall
to the coffee shop you mentioned -
"I'm here," I said -
in a minute, then, you poked your head
from a door
hiding in the café's shadow
already naked
so easily displaying
you -
cute little ass
leading me to the hot tub
This was November
the gray in your beard ...
#love
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Apr 2019 11:16pm
25th Apr 2019 11:16pm
right way
#happiness
#love
#BDSM
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