Submissions by sheepskinxtearaway (Sheepskin Tearaway)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I like to write about nature, big complicated feelings and romanticise the darker side of life.
Shoe
I gave my love a shoe, said:
"Here, you know what to do.
I cant tell you to go,
but i think you will eventually...
Infact, I almost know."
So put this on your foot,
Don't risk a second look
Please don't stay another milestone
It'll only hurt more when you're gone.
I'll even tie your laces
With a smile upon my face
Because I knew this day would come
If it happens now at least its done.
"Here, you know what to do.
I cant tell you to go,
but i think you will eventually...
Infact, I almost know."
So put this on your foot,
Don't risk a second look
Please don't stay another milestone
It'll only hurt more when you're gone.
I'll even tie your laces
With a smile upon my face
Because I knew this day would come
If it happens now at least its done.
#love
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(That look)
There's a look when caught that pierces through the veil of any faux ingenue.
It cares not for the past, it does not speak,
It doesn't ask nor does it seek.
That look that guides the hand of desire directly into the mind of its affection.
As though every tie to fact and reason destroyed by primal insurrection.
Those sacred moments before the act are as delicious as they are deadly.
Oh what I'd give for a lifetime of looks
that connect me to the hunger within me.
It cares not for the past, it does not speak,
It doesn't ask nor does it seek.
That look that guides the hand of desire directly into the mind of its affection.
As though every tie to fact and reason destroyed by primal insurrection.
Those sacred moments before the act are as delicious as they are deadly.
Oh what I'd give for a lifetime of looks
that connect me to the hunger within me.
#lust
#sensual
#temptation
#passion
#seductive
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December is Coming
December is coming,
it'll arrive late at night.
While the snow falls sparkling from the sky, while I share a heartfelt conversation with an old friend,
and for some short while, I can play pretend.
December is here, but i'll stay at home instead.
Reading a book just for fun from the comfort of my bed.
With my wee ginger pal purring contentedly on my knee,
my thoughts dare only wander as far as my next cup of tea.
December is in full swing now, I felt it just before midnight.
After a day of joy and bravery comes that familiar...
it'll arrive late at night.
While the snow falls sparkling from the sky, while I share a heartfelt conversation with an old friend,
and for some short while, I can play pretend.
December is here, but i'll stay at home instead.
Reading a book just for fun from the comfort of my bed.
With my wee ginger pal purring contentedly on my knee,
my thoughts dare only wander as far as my next cup of tea.
December is in full swing now, I felt it just before midnight.
After a day of joy and bravery comes that familiar...
#depression
#grief
#death
#apathy
#tradition
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December
December is here with its bittersweet grasp,
festivities and grief tangled up in their own sadistic dance.
The latter hit me just before bed on the third,
my wandering subconscious demanding to be heard.
Whenever I allow my mind to roam - it always finds its way back to you.
If we'd have known, who would we have been?
If you seen me now, would you be proud?
Twinkling lights can't distract from the past in my grasp
and the stolen future i mourn. Memories and dreams melt calmly
like snow fall under sunny winters scorn. ...
festivities and grief tangled up in their own sadistic dance.
The latter hit me just before bed on the third,
my wandering subconscious demanding to be heard.
Whenever I allow my mind to roam - it always finds its way back to you.
If we'd have known, who would we have been?
If you seen me now, would you be proud?
Twinkling lights can't distract from the past in my grasp
and the stolen future i mourn. Memories and dreams melt calmly
like snow fall under sunny winters scorn. ...
#sadness
#anger
#grief
#heartbroken
#death
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Autumn Rain
Fat drops of rain splat against a canvas
of damp orange leaves.
The woodland floor is covered in them,
parting only where the mossy green tree
roots surface a few flights above soil level.
I sit at the base of a tree so wise and sculpted
it makes me believe in the supernatural.
Several squirrels dart around the copper and terracotta
floor and I count them as they move.
Glimpses of fluffy grey tails clambering up trees and dancing overhead,
performing stunts from branch to branch.
Confident in my stillness, nature starts to...
of damp orange leaves.
The woodland floor is covered in them,
parting only where the mossy green tree
roots surface a few flights above soil level.
I sit at the base of a tree so wise and sculpted
it makes me believe in the supernatural.
Several squirrels dart around the copper and terracotta
floor and I count them as they move.
Glimpses of fluffy grey tails clambering up trees and dancing overhead,
performing stunts from branch to branch.
Confident in my stillness, nature starts to...
#trees
#nature
#SelfReflection #meditation
#SelfReflection #meditation
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Gestalt
A garden of secrets where the unconcious thrives
deep in the shadows and through the sunlight.
Our lives are paved by the memories we find
each experience a tile, a mosaic of mind.
Fragments of joy and moments of sorrow
cobbled together,
weaving the patterns we'll return to tomorrow.
Whether through vibrant hue or somber tune
our judgement is clouded by this nostalgic view.
Broken pieces come together to make us whole.
We can pick and choose,
but the rest is outside of our control.
deep in the shadows and through the sunlight.
Our lives are paved by the memories we find
each experience a tile, a mosaic of mind.
Fragments of joy and moments of sorrow
cobbled together,
weaving the patterns we'll return to tomorrow.
Whether through vibrant hue or somber tune
our judgement is clouded by this nostalgic view.
Broken pieces come together to make us whole.
We can pick and choose,
but the rest is outside of our control.
#identity
#MentalHealth
#acceptance
#healing
#wisdom
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Paper Architects
Trace index finger down my spine,
acknowledge every crease.
Unveiling secrets between the lines;
Through curiosity or disbelief.
Fingertips graze at delicate edges,
Ideas spill out, too big to withold.
Dog-eared pages mark the worthwhile pledges.
Notes in the margin trial stories untold.
Long nights deciphering their themes,
on a path where nothing seems to agree.
Are we authors of the same dream,
Or are you reading vicariously through me?
acknowledge every crease.
Unveiling secrets between the lines;
Through curiosity or disbelief.
Fingertips graze at delicate edges,
Ideas spill out, too big to withold.
Dog-eared pages mark the worthwhile pledges.
Notes in the margin trial stories untold.
Long nights deciphering their themes,
on a path where nothing seems to agree.
Are we authors of the same dream,
Or are you reading vicariously through me?
#books
#WritersBlock
#PowerOfWords #passion
#PowerOfWords #passion
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Storm Theory
Stormy
weather rarely
makes for a dull
afternoon. The greying
skies that most despise
illuminate each time the bolts
commune. The subsequent thunder
roars because it's startled by the lightening.
The clouds cry out as desire dies, it's distant
warning leaves them frightened. The first fork
strikes, holding hands with the branch that
breaks through canvas of green. The promise
of calm and the grounding of nature take
turns to intervene. A voice through clouds
and misty rain as good a comfort
as any....
weather rarely
makes for a dull
afternoon. The greying
skies that most despise
illuminate each time the bolts
commune. The subsequent thunder
roars because it's startled by the lightening.
The clouds cry out as desire dies, it's distant
warning leaves them frightened. The first fork
strikes, holding hands with the branch that
breaks through canvas of green. The promise
of calm and the grounding of nature take
turns to intervene. A voice through clouds
and misty rain as good a comfort
as any....
#identity
#rain
#storm #wind
#storm #wind
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Empyrean Revere
Admire playful spring lambs bleat
and gaze on graceful swallows swoop.
It's blissful to let the hours beguile
As evening creeps through late afternoon.
Lazing calmly on a strangers porch,
or paddling bravely on surface high.
Hidden creatures splash and coo,
branches reach across a sentimental sky.
Contented under tartan thread,
admirers ignored the bitter colds bite.
By nurtured flame the colours bled,
lochs surface mirrored dimming light.
On cloudless canvas the night sky boomed;
Twilight wore a cape wove...
and gaze on graceful swallows swoop.
It's blissful to let the hours beguile
As evening creeps through late afternoon.
Lazing calmly on a strangers porch,
or paddling bravely on surface high.
Hidden creatures splash and coo,
branches reach across a sentimental sky.
Contented under tartan thread,
admirers ignored the bitter colds bite.
By nurtured flame the colours bled,
lochs surface mirrored dimming light.
On cloudless canvas the night sky boomed;
Twilight wore a cape wove...
#romantic
#sky
#spring
#nature
#escape
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Damespotting
Her presence was smouldering,
and she had an intensity that attracted him like a magnet.
Before his mind was allowed to wander she sat down next to him,
her aroma pulling him in like a bluebottle into a pot of honey.
With words unsaid; their chemistry shaped the silence between them.
Electricity coursed through the haze and lead to an exchanging of names,
as those around them melted into the rabble
of an uncharacteristically busy weeknight in the west end.
It was a polite exchange with a palpable, if unreliable, subtext;...
and she had an intensity that attracted him like a magnet.
Before his mind was allowed to wander she sat down next to him,
her aroma pulling him in like a bluebottle into a pot of honey.
With words unsaid; their chemistry shaped the silence between them.
Electricity coursed through the haze and lead to an exchanging of names,
as those around them melted into the rabble
of an uncharacteristically busy weeknight in the west end.
It was a polite exchange with a palpable, if unreliable, subtext;...
#lover
#dating
#crush
#temptation
#obsession
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Light and Longing
Orange light funneling out on the water
A yellow beam greets it, missing synchronicity
Two fellows of solitude; signalling sanctuary
But their gaze never meets
As their selfless beacons dance upon the sea
How doomed are the rays
that never cross paths,
How romantic the intentions
that fall short of the mark?
Isnt the anticipation part of the thrill...
Do not the waves disturb the ocean still?
Perhaps lightkeepers are happy with their lot
To pour hours into good company,
the point is not
Then how sad for me...
A yellow beam greets it, missing synchronicity
Two fellows of solitude; signalling sanctuary
But their gaze never meets
As their selfless beacons dance upon the sea
How doomed are the rays
that never cross paths,
How romantic the intentions
that fall short of the mark?
Isnt the anticipation part of the thrill...
Do not the waves disturb the ocean still?
Perhaps lightkeepers are happy with their lot
To pour hours into good company,
the point is not
Then how sad for me...
#sea
#water
#UnrequitedLove
#separation
#curse
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Moonwalk
I watch you walk along the coast
Heart wedged inside your throat
Romancing troubled tides,
While your past protects your pride.
Sympathetic, the sea sighs
When it catches sorrowful eyes
And familiar tears begin to swell
As your secrets tell on themselves.
Fearing whatever happens next
You refuse to take those solemn steps
Instead you're hiding in the spans
Of a castle built on historic sand.
Heart wedged inside your throat
Romancing troubled tides,
While your past protects your pride.
Sympathetic, the sea sighs
When it catches sorrowful eyes
And familiar tears begin to swell
As your secrets tell on themselves.
Fearing whatever happens next
You refuse to take those solemn steps
Instead you're hiding in the spans
Of a castle built on historic sand.
#dark
#nature
#denial
#emotional
#hurt
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