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.
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jul 2022 10:10am
17th Jul 2022 10:10am
To Love a Witch - V.01
All that I am
does not fit in me.
I'm never disingenuous,
but I am contradictory.
There's willpower and courage,
righteous fury and hearth fire.
But people fear what is strange
and so my heart grows shyer.
After all, who'd dare love me?
Could anyone brave the storm?
Many that try get lost at sea
Leaving again my hopes forlorn.
I've reached for light, but I'm made of bone;
it recoils and I remember my place.
In shadows cloak I raise armor of stone,
for no one need see my face.
does not fit in me.
I'm never disingenuous,
but I am contradictory.
There's willpower and courage,
righteous fury and hearth fire.
But people fear what is strange
and so my heart grows shyer.
After all, who'd dare love me?
Could anyone brave the storm?
Many that try get lost at sea
Leaving again my hopes forlorn.
I've reached for light, but I'm made of bone;
it recoils and I remember my place.
In shadows cloak I raise armor of stone,
for no one need see my face.
#witches
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
12th Jul 2022 00:11am
12th Jul 2022 00:11am
Sight and Feel
I wear glasses every day.
Like my mother,
my eyesight is poor;
nearsighted astigmatism.
The glasses of a teacher
The contacts of a judoka
The bifocals of a writer
Tinted lenses of a gamer
There are roles I play
that require clear sight,
be it words on a screen or
an expression across the room.
But sometimes what we see
gets in the way of the truth
since our eyes can't see
the depth of a soul.
I leave my eyesight on the table
and adjust to the blurs
a blind man taught me ...
Like my mother,
my eyesight is poor;
nearsighted astigmatism.
The glasses of a teacher
The contacts of a judoka
The bifocals of a writer
Tinted lenses of a gamer
There are roles I play
that require clear sight,
be it words on a screen or
an expression across the room.
But sometimes what we see
gets in the way of the truth
since our eyes can't see
the depth of a soul.
I leave my eyesight on the table
and adjust to the blurs
a blind man taught me ...
#spiritual
#magic
447 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jul 2022 8:48pm
5th Jul 2022 8:48pm
His Voice
Suddenly disarmed
by his voice, so soft and low.
From pain, came kindness.
by his voice, so soft and low.
From pain, came kindness.
#haiku
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jul 2022 8:45am
5th Jul 2022 8:45am
Bureaucracy’s Balm is Anarchy
Before you clutch your pearls,
remember how we got here.
If you heed how history’s unfurled
you would withhold your jeer.
How many now are dead?
From the maze of red tape,
or the money they bled
for insurance’s rape?
A whole nation strangled
by billionaires’ boots,
behind a curtain star-spangled
as rot creeps through our roots.
There are few things anymore
that have no price tag.
Wilderness is lost to lore,
another victim of our flag.
So tell me elders please,
why should I...
remember how we got here.
If you heed how history’s unfurled
you would withhold your jeer.
How many now are dead?
From the maze of red tape,
or the money they bled
for insurance’s rape?
A whole nation strangled
by billionaires’ boots,
behind a curtain star-spangled
as rot creeps through our roots.
There are few things anymore
that have no price tag.
Wilderness is lost to lore,
another victim of our flag.
So tell me elders please,
why should I...
#politics
#America
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Jul 2022 5:10pm
1st Jul 2022 5:10pm
Inner Maelstrom
They say to sit with your feelings,
leave space to feel them.
But what if
there’s no space big enough?
I’ll sit with them,
but they won’t sit with me.
They dash in--
then back out to sea.
They swell, and screech.
A swirling maelstrom
even in
the calmest waters.
When I come to ask,
what wounds me so?
A silence….
scratches in my throat.
Though their language
is one I’ve tried to learn,
their voices
talk (or scream) out of turn.
A codex not taught
in...
leave space to feel them.
But what if
there’s no space big enough?
I’ll sit with them,
but they won’t sit with me.
They dash in--
then back out to sea.
They swell, and screech.
A swirling maelstrom
even in
the calmest waters.
When I come to ask,
what wounds me so?
A silence….
scratches in my throat.
Though their language
is one I’ve tried to learn,
their voices
talk (or scream) out of turn.
A codex not taught
in...
#SelfReflection
#emotions
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1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jun 2022 10:23am
28th Jun 2022 10:23am
Signs and Symptoms
It never comes when expected,
it never calls ahead.
Even if I objected
it’d just bust in instead.
Hints of quiet longing-
I dare not say desire.
I’ve done my share of bawling,
I know this route’s a mire.
I’ll ignore its pesky prattle
and incessant pandering,
but ‘round my head it rattles
exploiting thought meandering.
Geographic curiosity
for a place I’ve never been,
writing with new voracity
words dripping from my skin.
A quiet contemplation
in the back of my mind
fate’s...
it never calls ahead.
Even if I objected
it’d just bust in instead.
Hints of quiet longing-
I dare not say desire.
I’ve done my share of bawling,
I know this route’s a mire.
I’ll ignore its pesky prattle
and incessant pandering,
but ‘round my head it rattles
exploiting thought meandering.
Geographic curiosity
for a place I’ve never been,
writing with new voracity
words dripping from my skin.
A quiet contemplation
in the back of my mind
fate’s...
#emotions
395 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jun 2022 8:37am
28th Jun 2022 8:37am
AFAB Rage
Irritation
Indignation
Rage boils beneath the surface.
Bombarded
Disregarded
Ignored, but never silent.
Oligarchy
Patriarchy
Burn their bones to dust!
Hands that grasp at our ankles,
Hands signing law in our blood,
Hands on gavels to take our choices,
Hands clenched over our mouths….
HANDS OFF!
HANDS OFF!
We will never fall silent!
You force it? We’ll turn violent;
Channel our collective tempest
Into a rage, we manifest.
HANDS OFF!
HANDS OFF!
...
Indignation
Rage boils beneath the surface.
Bombarded
Disregarded
Ignored, but never silent.
Oligarchy
Patriarchy
Burn their bones to dust!
Hands that grasp at our ankles,
Hands signing law in our blood,
Hands on gavels to take our choices,
Hands clenched over our mouths….
HANDS OFF!
HANDS OFF!
We will never fall silent!
You force it? We’ll turn violent;
Channel our collective tempest
Into a rage, we manifest.
HANDS OFF!
HANDS OFF!
...
#anger
#women
#politics #morality
#politics #morality
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Jun 2022 5:01pm
18th Jun 2022 5:01pm
Loss of a Mind
How many ways can I lose my mind
Bit by bit, it falls away
Bit by bit, my thoughts won't stay
I may be sad but I'll still be kind
Out in the world where the others dwell
Connections make a spark
Lights are shining in the dark
Which are for me? I just can't tell
How many ways can I lose my mind
Day by day it shies away
Day by day it hides away
How long will they pretend to be blind?
Bit by bit, it falls away
Bit by bit, my thoughts won't stay
I may be sad but I'll still be kind
Out in the world where the others dwell
Connections make a spark
Lights are shining in the dark
Which are for me? I just can't tell
How many ways can I lose my mind
Day by day it shies away
Day by day it hides away
How long will they pretend to be blind?
#MentalHealth
468 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jun 2022 5:35am
15th Jun 2022 5:35am
On Time
time slips by
fast and slow
depends if you're looking
or not
tracking time
to pin it down
when it tries to escape
bells
schools, churches, clocks
reminding us
where we are
in its inevitable stream
holding time
clenching the minutes
coordinating with society
the hands start to bleed
drip, drop
tick, tock
death grip
on that
...
fast and slow
depends if you're looking
or not
tracking time
to pin it down
when it tries to escape
bells
schools, churches, clocks
reminding us
where we are
in its inevitable stream
holding time
clenching the minutes
coordinating with society
the hands start to bleed
drip, drop
tick, tock
death grip
on that
...
#universe
421 reads
1 Comment
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
13th Jun 2022 6:26am
13th Jun 2022 6:26am
Convenience Store Irregular
In the center of an average city is a neighborhood wedged between the wealthy historic homes, the downtown corporate sector, and the South Side. People from the other side of the city don't know it's there and the bustling suits in the skyscrapers overlooking it forget about it soon after they wander back out of the tangled streets after taking a wrong turn in search of a new lunch spot. The poor residents of the South Side know of it but only venture past its borders in times of desperation. The wealthy pretend it doesn't exist. It has no name on the map, but it's usually there. Just a...
#city
#ShortStory
467 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
6th Jun 2022 7:54am
6th Jun 2022 7:54am
An Old Rival Returns
The sadness has returned
settled, nestled
In my chest where a hole was
burnt, rotted
Just its size, but maybe more
surging, heavy
It remembers its old home
numbing, fogging
The tendrils surround my core
swelling, bleeding
Shrapnel of emotional pain
apathy, anxiety
And down, down I've fallen
settled, nestled
In my chest where a hole was
burnt, rotted
Just its size, but maybe more
surging, heavy
It remembers its old home
numbing, fogging
The tendrils surround my core
swelling, bleeding
Shrapnel of emotional pain
apathy, anxiety
And down, down I've fallen
#depression
#grief
#dark
#MentalHealth
#apathy
389 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
6th Jun 2022 7:40am
6th Jun 2022 7:40am
Voice of Righteous Fury
It must have been the fire in the sky,
There was murder in her eyes.
Sky blue and ocean green,
Her lips the saving grace
Speaking what remains unseen.
Courage to speak the brazen truth,
Words of protection for the youth
Voice of song and righteous rage
Haloed in silver sheen
Bleeding candor on the page
There was murder in her eyes.
Sky blue and ocean green,
Her lips the saving grace
Speaking what remains unseen.
Courage to speak the brazen truth,
Words of protection for the youth
Voice of song and righteous rage
Haloed in silver sheen
Bleeding candor on the page
#anger
#strength
#rebellion
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1 Comment
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