Submissions by silent_sound
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Infant word Houdini.
LOVE POEM
Published
5th May 2021 7:26pm
5th May 2021 7:26pm
..Santa Fe..
When I walk in the dirt I know you are with me. When I am barefoot, you are even closer.
#love
#friendship
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd May 2021 11:27pm
3rd May 2021 11:27pm
..heart in husk..
when it all gets burned away by
lifes unwanted learning lessons
my husk is all thats left
in the husk lives a live beating heart
who finally holds the pen
lifes unwanted learning lessons
my husk is all thats left
in the husk lives a live beating heart
who finally holds the pen
#myself
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd May 2021 8:50pm
3rd May 2021 8:50pm
..mirror..
when the world revolves around your beautiful sphere
you can't hear or see your "all about me syndrome"
its everyone else's fault but your own
with zero tools to see your projections
you are stuck in "i can't believe you/that person, those people would say, think, do these things to ME "
void of curiosity that you may have involvement in your own suffering
is all it takes to make you and everyone else around you
..miserable
..stressed out
..walking on eggshells around your fragility
YET
to use the word narcissist is tired and boring and ...
you can't hear or see your "all about me syndrome"
its everyone else's fault but your own
with zero tools to see your projections
you are stuck in "i can't believe you/that person, those people would say, think, do these things to ME "
void of curiosity that you may have involvement in your own suffering
is all it takes to make you and everyone else around you
..miserable
..stressed out
..walking on eggshells around your fragility
YET
to use the word narcissist is tired and boring and ...
#SelfReflection
#philosophical
427 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st May 2021 7:16am
1st May 2021 7:16am
..tasty trap..
it was hot
it was gooey
it hit the spot
but then it hurt
..mac and cheese..
it was gooey
it hit the spot
but then it hurt
..mac and cheese..
#regret
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1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
1st May 2021 7:12am
1st May 2021 7:12am
..a travesty..
the trees mentioned it in their morning meeting
it was a clouded mess in need of a clearing
it ran high and round
through sticks and mounds
a proper muck
its thoughts got stuck
till the littlest still
waved a glowing shrill
schlavling and unraveling
her wings tucked into the suckling
they knew it would not
but the fleece was too hot
for it was a day they could not forget
the amnesia however had its place
do you know what's being said here
they asked again. no one answered
they shuddered in fear
because it...
it was a clouded mess in need of a clearing
it ran high and round
through sticks and mounds
a proper muck
its thoughts got stuck
till the littlest still
waved a glowing shrill
schlavling and unraveling
her wings tucked into the suckling
they knew it would not
but the fleece was too hot
for it was a day they could not forget
the amnesia however had its place
do you know what's being said here
they asked again. no one answered
they shuddered in fear
because it...
#Christmas
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1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Apr 2021 8:53am
29th Apr 2021 8:53am
..talking shit..
its so very tiresome
to hear the extremist left brains of the world
intellectually battling out abstract concepts
or striving for the solution junky trophy
with their square words
their suit and tie sentences
the hard on for that educated tone
filled to the brim with unbending beliefs
blah blah blah'ing into the black hole of knowing
a wondering...
is there room for words to be woven with soft petals and soft hues of mauve in IRS notices?
may we be delivered auto insurance statements with a vivid description of what a sun kissed jasmine...
to hear the extremist left brains of the world
intellectually battling out abstract concepts
or striving for the solution junky trophy
with their square words
their suit and tie sentences
the hard on for that educated tone
filled to the brim with unbending beliefs
blah blah blah'ing into the black hole of knowing
a wondering...
is there room for words to be woven with soft petals and soft hues of mauve in IRS notices?
may we be delivered auto insurance statements with a vivid description of what a sun kissed jasmine...
#apathy
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Apr 2021 7:24am
29th Apr 2021 7:24am
..nevernot..
feeling heartbeats through your feather hoof
wrapped around the tip of my tentacle
in the rich worlds that exist just beyond the veil
no space
no time
no limits
not in the way the domesticated mind can make sense of anyway
you're never not close
and im never far
in the realms of the murk and the mystery
our backs are back to back
we can still support each other and feel fear
and anxiety and panic
its all part of it
but we know we are never alone
UWC 62
wrapped around the tip of my tentacle
in the rich worlds that exist just beyond the veil
no space
no time
no limits
not in the way the domesticated mind can make sense of anyway
you're never not close
and im never far
in the realms of the murk and the mystery
our backs are back to back
we can still support each other and feel fear
and anxiety and panic
its all part of it
but we know we are never alone
UWC 62
#love
#angels
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Apr 2021 6:10am
28th Apr 2021 6:10am
..a wondering..
the entirety of our lifetime builds up razor sharp walls
to keep the enemy at bay
that foe named grief
the walls to protect the heart
generations well versed in this practice
tumors are undigested grief
is it no wonder so many of us die from cancer?
to keep the enemy at bay
that foe named grief
the walls to protect the heart
generations well versed in this practice
tumors are undigested grief
is it no wonder so many of us die from cancer?
#grief
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Apr 2021 6:04am
28th Apr 2021 6:04am
...never how..
they said part of the grief
in bringing a being into this world
is setting off a motion that will end in death
you make a child born
you know that they will die
have you reconciled that
he said that he has and only can
when he's on drugs
for this plane of reality
won't let the tears flow naturally
boys are taught not to cry
so how does a man thoroughly grieve when not high
in bringing a being into this world
is setting off a motion that will end in death
you make a child born
you know that they will die
have you reconciled that
he said that he has and only can
when he's on drugs
for this plane of reality
won't let the tears flow naturally
boys are taught not to cry
so how does a man thoroughly grieve when not high
#grief
#philosophical
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Apr 2021 7:13am
26th Apr 2021 7:13am
..human-ing..
the illusion of power is just that
smoke in a mirror
ball in my court
ball in your court
ball in courts
what's the ball
what's the court
what's that rush of feeling you call power
power is safety
but what is safety
but another illusion
how you react to something
might not be how that person reacts to something
but why
we all share the same
bones
muscles
nerves
cartilage
yet the emotions
are so different
they are the weather
not the architecture
they come and go
and its...
smoke in a mirror
ball in my court
ball in your court
ball in courts
what's the ball
what's the court
what's that rush of feeling you call power
power is safety
but what is safety
but another illusion
how you react to something
might not be how that person reacts to something
but why
we all share the same
bones
muscles
nerves
cartilage
yet the emotions
are so different
they are the weather
not the architecture
they come and go
and its...
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Apr 2021 7:11am
26th Apr 2021 7:11am
..friday night..
the wind whips and howls on this dark night
a chorus of brass wind chimes among the whistles
ye old oak witches sway hard..their movement sing the songs of ocean waves
cheap window panes creek and groan
this sweet match box mc mansion shakes and shimmies now and again
true soul vitamins
cozied up on my couch
soft lighting, laptop, tunes and poetry
incense wafting, tea steeping, fur babe at my feet
heart candy
does it get any better?
a chorus of brass wind chimes among the whistles
ye old oak witches sway hard..their movement sing the songs of ocean waves
cheap window panes creek and groan
this sweet match box mc mansion shakes and shimmies now and again
true soul vitamins
cozied up on my couch
soft lighting, laptop, tunes and poetry
incense wafting, tea steeping, fur babe at my feet
heart candy
does it get any better?
#happiness
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Apr 2021 6:19pm
24th Apr 2021 6:19pm
..cycles of insanity..
its the mighty push pull of two that want and can't
who love and fear
who find distorted comfort, love and safety in instability
who cry out when satisfied cravings turn to hollow hells
there's a mirror here
with an invisible reflection
too close to see
cerebral investigations see no reason for gravitational pulls
the answers are always in the entanglements
but fear can keep those from looking too deep, feeling too much
who love and fear
who find distorted comfort, love and safety in instability
who cry out when satisfied cravings turn to hollow hells
there's a mirror here
with an invisible reflection
too close to see
cerebral investigations see no reason for gravitational pulls
the answers are always in the entanglements
but fear can keep those from looking too deep, feeling too much
#relationships
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