Submissions by skg373 (Cera)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Congrats! if you're reading this you survived not only the Rapture but Ragnarok. We've arrived in the time after the white buffalo, after the flames of chaos singed our world for a decade. I hope your shift was smooth, welcome to the other side.
Good Morning, My Dear
Good morning, good morning
my darling, my dear.
Mine started with yearning
for you to be here.
Good day, good day
my dearly beloved
By you I will stay,
as its you I most covet.
Good evening, good night
to the focus of my heart.
Until I see you in first light,
when we'll never be apart.
my darling, my dear.
Mine started with yearning
for you to be here.
Good day, good day
my dearly beloved
By you I will stay,
as its you I most covet.
Good evening, good night
to the focus of my heart.
Until I see you in first light,
when we'll never be apart.
#love
#relationships
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Fracture
i wake up
crack
a problem
chip
frustration
snap
struggle
fracture
control
fissure
frozen
shatter
collapse
down
down
down
crack
a problem
chip
frustration
snap
struggle
fracture
control
fissure
frozen
shatter
collapse
down
down
down
#MentalHealth
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Pills
A thick and heavy fog has
settled densely in my head,
clouding every sense
and pinning me in bed.
Lights burn, soft sounds roar
vision skewed in wobbly haze.
Remaining judgment piss poor;
I'm stumbling through the days.
Cold sweat, out of breath,
staring at the ceiling -
pondering a death
devoid of more feeling.
Neurochemistry on its ass,
my guts churn in protest.
Sanity frail as dainty glass,
a cold pressure on my chest.
Pills, pills, how long will it take
to adjust so I feel awake? ...
settled densely in my head,
clouding every sense
and pinning me in bed.
Lights burn, soft sounds roar
vision skewed in wobbly haze.
Remaining judgment piss poor;
I'm stumbling through the days.
Cold sweat, out of breath,
staring at the ceiling -
pondering a death
devoid of more feeling.
Neurochemistry on its ass,
my guts churn in protest.
Sanity frail as dainty glass,
a cold pressure on my chest.
Pills, pills, how long will it take
to adjust so I feel awake? ...
#depression
#ADHD
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2:22
Lazing around in the hot summer afternoon,
its 2:22 and you're on my mind.
Cicadas thrum briskly in the trees,
sounds fall heavy with no breeze.
You know I love you,
And I know you love me.
The blue sky above
waits patiently for you
as, of course, do I.
Staring at the sky on a cool summer evening,
its 2:22 and I'm thinking of you.
Crickets chirp softly in the night,
a few hours more before morning's light.
Constellations above wink
Stars move into position
An alignment approaches
The moon sighs...
its 2:22 and you're on my mind.
Cicadas thrum briskly in the trees,
sounds fall heavy with no breeze.
You know I love you,
And I know you love me.
The blue sky above
waits patiently for you
as, of course, do I.
Staring at the sky on a cool summer evening,
its 2:22 and I'm thinking of you.
Crickets chirp softly in the night,
a few hours more before morning's light.
Constellations above wink
Stars move into position
An alignment approaches
The moon sighs...
#love
#stars
#fate #magic
#fate #magic
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Beautiful Things
I want to make beautiful things again
to write words that don't carry pain
sketch dumb cartoons, paint landscapes
sing every note with no strain
and hum in the kitchen making pancakes.
I want to see people heal
to know that good can win
kiss my darling for every reason
caress a hand across their skin
and welcome the changing season.
I want to show the sky to you
to see the stars as I do
wander between reality's borders
reach through the void for life's clues
and return with no disorders.
Maybe we...
to write words that don't carry pain
sketch dumb cartoons, paint landscapes
sing every note with no strain
and hum in the kitchen making pancakes.
I want to see people heal
to know that good can win
kiss my darling for every reason
caress a hand across their skin
and welcome the changing season.
I want to show the sky to you
to see the stars as I do
wander between reality's borders
reach through the void for life's clues
and return with no disorders.
Maybe we...
#hope
#beauty
#consumerism
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Solid Ground
Relationships can so often be
a tightrope between the trees.
Some folks' trees reach ever taller.
others low with branches broader.
Between our trunks we all traverse
dancing like acrobats in rehearse.
Meet in the middle, or a little further;
conflict makes wobbles, a fall precursor.
To fail is to fall, often from height;
we try to balance with all our might.
With time you can build a rope bridge
and homes in the branches of your niche.
Then there's the bonds that are earthbound,
each step to them...
a tightrope between the trees.
Some folks' trees reach ever taller.
others low with branches broader.
Between our trunks we all traverse
dancing like acrobats in rehearse.
Meet in the middle, or a little further;
conflict makes wobbles, a fall precursor.
To fail is to fall, often from height;
we try to balance with all our might.
With time you can build a rope bridge
and homes in the branches of your niche.
Then there's the bonds that are earthbound,
each step to them...
#love
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Solar Flare
It's a peculiar feeling when you realize
all that you are
cannot fit in the confines of your skin.
There's so much I don't understand,
even
where I end
and
the rest of the world begins,
When emotions breach the seawall
I wonder if waves roll off of me
like CME's from the sun
surges of despair or rage
instead of solar plasma.
The burden of perspective
weighs heavy in my soul, by
views of eyes not mine and
truths of hearts outside my chest.
As the sun broils and burns
so too does...
all that you are
cannot fit in the confines of your skin.
There's so much I don't understand,
even
where I end
and
the rest of the world begins,
When emotions breach the seawall
I wonder if waves roll off of me
like CME's from the sun
surges of despair or rage
instead of solar plasma.
The burden of perspective
weighs heavy in my soul, by
views of eyes not mine and
truths of hearts outside my chest.
As the sun broils and burns
so too does...
#emotions
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We Follow Patterns
Patterns reverberate through time -
cycles that we go through again and again
apparently, until we choose the "right" path.
A lesson given over and over until learned;
because broken bones
teach better lessons than sermons.
You're #3 for me this time around
how many came before me for you?
Dysfunctional habits that hold us back
negative thought loops
abusive responses
codependency
avoidance...
I guess I have some work to do.
You don't know me
I don't know you
(even though I'd really like...
cycles that we go through again and again
apparently, until we choose the "right" path.
A lesson given over and over until learned;
because broken bones
teach better lessons than sermons.
You're #3 for me this time around
how many came before me for you?
Dysfunctional habits that hold us back
negative thought loops
abusive responses
codependency
avoidance...
I guess I have some work to do.
You don't know me
I don't know you
(even though I'd really like...
#relationships
#TruthOfLife
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Is anyone there?
Can anyone hear me
over mass moans of misery
through foggy uncertainty
on the other side of sanity?
Can anyone see me
in the shadow of indifference
through pollution's haze
on the shore of scorned sincerity?
Can anyone know me
enough to understand why I'm crying
through the shields to my core
on the same level as me?
over mass moans of misery
through foggy uncertainty
on the other side of sanity?
Can anyone see me
in the shadow of indifference
through pollution's haze
on the shore of scorned sincerity?
Can anyone know me
enough to understand why I'm crying
through the shields to my core
on the same level as me?
#depression
#despair
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Trigger
My skin crawls
as if its not content with its host
and my blood thats been boiling
wants to escape my veins
and run.
Thousands of thoughts
do nothing but spin wheels
and whoever the FUCK
is my brain's Executive
is not functioning at all.
Rational thoughts have gone,
hoarse from trying to scream
over the winds of emotion -
a gale that wails,
but for what i don't know.
My sanity's been in pieces
but they keep getting smaller
because I'm tired of figuring out
The Right...
as if its not content with its host
and my blood thats been boiling
wants to escape my veins
and run.
Thousands of thoughts
do nothing but spin wheels
and whoever the FUCK
is my brain's Executive
is not functioning at all.
Rational thoughts have gone,
hoarse from trying to scream
over the winds of emotion -
a gale that wails,
but for what i don't know.
My sanity's been in pieces
but they keep getting smaller
because I'm tired of figuring out
The Right...
#depression
#SelfHarm
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2 AM Pine
Its the witching hour
smoke makes a light haze
the remnants of intoxication
and here I am again,
thinking
about
you
The magic buzzes my fingertips
but fizzles without focus.
How can I concentrate
when I'm here, still
thinking
about
you
A compulsion, a question
I wonder what you're thinking
and get to know your shadows.
Hard to think much else when I'm stuck
thinking
about
you
We could let our demons dance
and look on sharing a joint
but I'm a hurricane you...
smoke makes a light haze
the remnants of intoxication
and here I am again,
thinking
about
you
The magic buzzes my fingertips
but fizzles without focus.
How can I concentrate
when I'm here, still
thinking
about
you
A compulsion, a question
I wonder what you're thinking
and get to know your shadows.
Hard to think much else when I'm stuck
thinking
about
you
We could let our demons dance
and look on sharing a joint
but I'm a hurricane you...
#UnrequitedLove
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Starving Butterflies
I'm not scared of heights but I'm afraid of falling
This armor's heavy but its served me well
Deflect and brace for impact, ignore the calling
If you found a weakness I wouldn't tell
Swallowed caterpillars turn to butterflies
they make a dangerous nemesis.
Softness and love are their guise
and in my stomach they ecesis.
The deepest wounds, now ossified
are gouges from love's beast.
It took me out from inside
now on the scars, monarchs feast.
I ponder the winged omens, to feed or flame?
Do I starve the hardy...
This armor's heavy but its served me well
Deflect and brace for impact, ignore the calling
If you found a weakness I wouldn't tell
Swallowed caterpillars turn to butterflies
they make a dangerous nemesis.
Softness and love are their guise
and in my stomach they ecesis.
The deepest wounds, now ossified
are gouges from love's beast.
It took me out from inside
now on the scars, monarchs feast.
I ponder the winged omens, to feed or flame?
Do I starve the hardy...
#love
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