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.
Living a lie
Keep telling yourself,
"This time will be different,
because its honest"
But how can it be,
When you're lying to yourself?
Old, faithful, denial.
Consider this, friend.
You're worth being honest with,
But truth starts at home.
"This time will be different,
because its honest"
But how can it be,
When you're lying to yourself?
Old, faithful, denial.
Consider this, friend.
You're worth being honest with,
But truth starts at home.
#lies
#denial
#nonfiction #fear
#nonfiction #fear
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Microcosm of a Good Afternoon
Golden petals adoring roaring beams,
Lions mane emerges amongst field of green.
A glorious marvel for beauty so brief,
A ferocious faith to bearing belief.
Fleeting florals don't diminish their glow,
Leaves may wither, but dreamers don't.
Just as the pride doesn't fear the fall,
Resilient stems stretch higher,
seeking sun from soil.
From prelude to wormfood;
Though our time may be short lived,
And our paths may not be linear or revised.
The rough terrain tore a hole in the ground where we both could flourish. ...
Lions mane emerges amongst field of green.
A glorious marvel for beauty so brief,
A ferocious faith to bearing belief.
Fleeting florals don't diminish their glow,
Leaves may wither, but dreamers don't.
Just as the pride doesn't fear the fall,
Resilient stems stretch higher,
seeking sun from soil.
From prelude to wormfood;
Though our time may be short lived,
And our paths may not be linear or revised.
The rough terrain tore a hole in the ground where we both could flourish. ...
#hope
#death
#flowers
#nature
#dawn
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Seasonal Digression
I am the spring,
that nurtures young sprigs
from the palm of your hand
to the tip of tree branch.
I am the summer,
passionate new lover
from blossom to bloom
I’m a thunderous afternoon.
I am the autumn,
before you hit rock bottom
like leaves we are fallen
I’m natures last caution.
I am the winter,
beware frozen river
as snow falls just know I’ll
lay forbidding and wild.
that nurtures young sprigs
from the palm of your hand
to the tip of tree branch.
I am the summer,
passionate new lover
from blossom to bloom
I’m a thunderous afternoon.
I am the autumn,
before you hit rock bottom
like leaves we are fallen
I’m natures last caution.
I am the winter,
beware frozen river
as snow falls just know I’ll
lay forbidding and wild.
#nature
#spiritual
#confessional
#humankind
#SelfDiscovery
157 reads
7 Comments
Temptation
Virtue and righteousness
have no home in this abyss,
the devil knows only temptation.
Don't you remember temptation,
how delicious she tastes?
The immense pleasures she brings you,
watching her body convulse
as you partake in fulfilling her
every salacious desire.
Her unsullied insistence,
enticing the itch
that yearns to be scratched.
What's the use in resisting,
when you know there'll always
be more?
Like light demands darkness,
Allure...
have no home in this abyss,
the devil knows only temptation.
Don't you remember temptation,
how delicious she tastes?
The immense pleasures she brings you,
watching her body convulse
as you partake in fulfilling her
every salacious desire.
Her unsullied insistence,
enticing the itch
that yearns to be scratched.
What's the use in resisting,
when you know there'll always
be more?
Like light demands darkness,
Allure...
#lust
#erotic
#devil
#sensual
#temptation
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A Deafening Moment
Before I pick up the receiver-
I brace myself for what I feared.
...
Suddenly I’m lost at sea,
The eye of the hurricane is staring back at me.
I feel my insides fold up and wail,
My organs impaled,
While all around me glass shatters in perfect symmetry.
A hair pin bounces off marble deafeningly,
...
But how on earth did I know
Before I answered the phone?
Now I can’t imagine carrying on
in a world where you’re gone.
I brace myself for what I feared.
...
Suddenly I’m lost at sea,
The eye of the hurricane is staring back at me.
I feel my insides fold up and wail,
My organs impaled,
While all around me glass shatters in perfect symmetry.
A hair pin bounces off marble deafeningly,
...
But how on earth did I know
Before I answered the phone?
Now I can’t imagine carrying on
in a world where you’re gone.
#grief
#death
#spiritual #denial
#spiritual #denial
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Ineffable
Meet me where the sunlight kisses the darkness,
On the horizon of morals and devilry.
What will you choose when your comrades falter?
The clouds or the unfathomable roar?
Oh, and is it so wrong to be a traitor?
When my only betrayals were sincere?
I’ve made my peace with the world beneath;
These darkened wings can’t fly north anymore.
Holy-ness seems so subjective,
When everyone’s headed for war.
Creation and damnation are mere opinions,
There’s not one side worth fighting for.
When Eve met the snake, she didn’t...
On the horizon of morals and devilry.
What will you choose when your comrades falter?
The clouds or the unfathomable roar?
Oh, and is it so wrong to be a traitor?
When my only betrayals were sincere?
I’ve made my peace with the world beneath;
These darkened wings can’t fly north anymore.
Holy-ness seems so subjective,
When everyone’s headed for war.
Creation and damnation are mere opinions,
There’s not one side worth fighting for.
When Eve met the snake, she didn’t...
#evil
#heaven
#hell
#ForbiddenLove
#morality
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Abstract Remedy
Strawberry shapes worn on vinyl sleeve,
fuel for curiosity and cautious pursuit.
Each sun sunk another tally to grieve-
She mourns battles lost with diffident voice.
Devout indiscretion alienates the artist.
Scrawled on napkin, notebook or bathroom stall,
Each new rotation ignites nostalgia or wonder.
Through verse she wears elaborate disguise.
Ripe flames lick at time-honoured wounds
All but the present are doused in her name.
Sedated by flickering candle and caress of strings
but the frenzy never burnt quite as tender again.
fuel for curiosity and cautious pursuit.
Each sun sunk another tally to grieve-
She mourns battles lost with diffident voice.
Devout indiscretion alienates the artist.
Scrawled on napkin, notebook or bathroom stall,
Each new rotation ignites nostalgia or wonder.
Through verse she wears elaborate disguise.
Ripe flames lick at time-honoured wounds
All but the present are doused in her name.
Sedated by flickering candle and caress of strings
but the frenzy never burnt quite as tender again.
#bittersweet
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Intricate Intimacy
#sex
#erotic
#lover
#sensual
#passion
381 reads
5 Comments
The Aquarium
Welcome to the aquatic shed
the only way out is through.
Sharpened fins swim overhead,
dinky critters distract below.
Gaze upon fragmented life
where every stroke rehearsed.
The devoted watch with wearied eyes
as each relation is unearthed.
Tempered glass reflecting screens
showing this season’s outtakes.
We mourn behind the scenes
then laugh when the conveyor breaks.
So tunnel under bothered blue
or stand tall on mortal limbs.
If only impulse you can subdue
you can choose to sink or swim.
the only way out is through.
Sharpened fins swim overhead,
dinky critters distract below.
Gaze upon fragmented life
where every stroke rehearsed.
The devoted watch with wearied eyes
as each relation is unearthed.
Tempered glass reflecting screens
showing this season’s outtakes.
We mourn behind the scenes
then laugh when the conveyor breaks.
So tunnel under bothered blue
or stand tall on mortal limbs.
If only impulse you can subdue
you can choose to sink or swim.
#addiction
#vanity
#freedom
#consumerism
#responsibility
175 reads
2 Comments
Brain Damage
Memories with you are some of the few
that don’t float aimlessly around my head.
Your favourite things are desperately filed in vain,
weighted with anchor and chain
so they don’t drift with each oscillation of fate.
All the places we’ve been
are laid out flat on a map
with pins in my brain so I won’t forget a thing.
Even your voice takes up space
and our last warm embrace
is held pride in place - by pillars that dare not falter.
If my thoughts could talk
every time you came up
you would get tired of...
that don’t float aimlessly around my head.
Your favourite things are desperately filed in vain,
weighted with anchor and chain
so they don’t drift with each oscillation of fate.
All the places we’ve been
are laid out flat on a map
with pins in my brain so I won’t forget a thing.
Even your voice takes up space
and our last warm embrace
is held pride in place - by pillars that dare not falter.
If my thoughts could talk
every time you came up
you would get tired of...
#sadness
#love
#grief
#dreams
#memories
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Waltz in Amber & Blue
Amber light dances across rusty rooftops.
Flirting with the darkness; the whole morning stops.
Taking a moment’s comfort in the silence,
Glowing beams swell to swallow the blackness.
Seeds of daylight thoughts dawn and deepen
Performing waltz around my mind.
Keeping rhythm in threes; progress steepens.
Carefully averting reason, or roots,
or tales intertwined.
Twirling by oceans unexplored, there’s pause.
Painted toe dips into pale water blue.
Depth undisclosed, bravery paddles to the middle.
Sun-dried skin...
Flirting with the darkness; the whole morning stops.
Taking a moment’s comfort in the silence,
Glowing beams swell to swallow the blackness.
Seeds of daylight thoughts dawn and deepen
Performing waltz around my mind.
Keeping rhythm in threes; progress steepens.
Carefully averting reason, or roots,
or tales intertwined.
Twirling by oceans unexplored, there’s pause.
Painted toe dips into pale water blue.
Depth undisclosed, bravery paddles to the middle.
Sun-dried skin...
#spring
#water
#fate
#nostalgia
#healing
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Strawberry Cloud Stampede
Moments appear and moments pass
Colours wave through prismed glass
Pink clouds that grow in comfort and size
They prance, skip and charge to show their alive
Exotic birds with domestic roots
Perched on chimneys, dusting soot
Body moving in kaleidoscope sway
Feeling miniature (in a grateful way)
Video game consciousness you couldn’t write
Best keep a postcard or you’ll miss your flight
Colours wave through prismed glass
Pink clouds that grow in comfort and size
They prance, skip and charge to show their alive
Exotic birds with domestic roots
Perched on chimneys, dusting soot
Body moving in kaleidoscope sway
Feeling miniature (in a grateful way)
Video game consciousness you couldn’t write
Best keep a postcard or you’ll miss your flight
#love
#sky
#nature
#gratitude
#meditation
176 reads
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