Submissions by sophie_ericson (timelessseee)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
words cascade down my spine as I shower in your poetry
[you’re] ineffable
I gaze across your colourless surface
as you graze upon my skin;
scented only in salted frustration
you push me into the depths
slam me hard into the floor
making your frothy intentions
crystal clear
controlled, like caressing fingerprints
you penetrate every pore
as you continue to strip my nakedness
flex my bones, flood my mind
spelling out our mortal sins
throughout my interior
drowned in just the wetness of your breath
my expanded lungs ache
as I swallow your entire taste
the...
as you graze upon my skin;
scented only in salted frustration
you push me into the depths
slam me hard into the floor
making your frothy intentions
crystal clear
controlled, like caressing fingerprints
you penetrate every pore
as you continue to strip my nakedness
flex my bones, flood my mind
spelling out our mortal sins
throughout my interior
drowned in just the wetness of your breath
my expanded lungs ache
as I swallow your entire taste
the...
#nature
#lover
#sensual
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even rainbows shatter…
iridescent echoes pervade
every part of my being
staining impermanence to the core
we remain fallow
as we drink diluted beliefs
of anything more
diffused reflections
awaken the truth
in the weight of what is
and always was
a mere delusion
every part of my being
staining impermanence to the core
we remain fallow
as we drink diluted beliefs
of anything more
diffused reflections
awaken the truth
in the weight of what is
and always was
a mere delusion
#love
#nature
#TruthOfLife #unicorns
#TruthOfLife #unicorns
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you tell me I don’t understand...
you tell me I don’t understand what it’s like
how it feels
to exist in a place where
days come slow
and nights never seem to end
while good times lie somewhere between
blue and black
drowning on land
gasping for air in the open
everything comes with an aftertaste
leaving splinters down your throat
to shelter on a landslide
nurturing a numbness
whilst counting trembles
how the thought of existing in a place where
drawing breath doesn’t require you to inhale
is the only thing to make you take...
how it feels
to exist in a place where
days come slow
and nights never seem to end
while good times lie somewhere between
blue and black
drowning on land
gasping for air in the open
everything comes with an aftertaste
leaving splinters down your throat
to shelter on a landslide
nurturing a numbness
whilst counting trembles
how the thought of existing in a place where
drawing breath doesn’t require you to inhale
is the only thing to make you take...
#sadness
#suicide
#frustration #confusion
#frustration #confusion
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maybe we'll never be anything more than ash...
tossed the weight of everything I held
into the fire
you watch it burn
wearing that familiar smirk
tell me it’s gone
what was is over
yet I still see it
…smouldering
our endings
always ending with beginnings
for the ashes never seem to
be any less than solid
and always more than remnants
you light another cigarette
flick the ash…
and I know then
we will never run out of things to burn
into the fire
you watch it burn
wearing that familiar smirk
tell me it’s gone
what was is over
yet I still see it
…smouldering
our endings
always ending with beginnings
for the ashes never seem to
be any less than solid
and always more than remnants
you light another cigarette
flick the ash…
and I know then
we will never run out of things to burn
#love
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.....
I haven’t written in a long time
even though
it used to be my answer
my answer to every feeling that touched my being
a way to make sense
of myself
and a way to strip down
life
the only way I understood how
the last time that I wrote,
I wrote to you
for you
~
it’s funny, as a child I longed to be a grown up
someone able to make my own decisions
I guess I underestimated
the weight in that wish
see, decisions may be yours to make
but they will always either carry
a...
even though
it used to be my answer
my answer to every feeling that touched my being
a way to make sense
of myself
and a way to strip down
life
the only way I understood how
the last time that I wrote,
I wrote to you
for you
~
it’s funny, as a child I longed to be a grown up
someone able to make my own decisions
I guess I underestimated
the weight in that wish
see, decisions may be yours to make
but they will always either carry
a...
#love
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11 Comments
he completes me
I used to come here
every time that I’d feel
the way the world kept turning
but it was as though I'd fallen off
along the way - somewhere
nowhere
lost
searching for more
but in less
a hollow silhouette without direction
mind drowning in the emptiness
aimlessly looking for nothingness
yearning for the unknown
grasping onto torched remnants
of what I once believed
questioning, should I pray… should I pray?
to myself? to god? to who?
I‘d feel nothing
nothing at all
I spent a lot...
every time that I’d feel
the way the world kept turning
but it was as though I'd fallen off
along the way - somewhere
nowhere
lost
searching for more
but in less
a hollow silhouette without direction
mind drowning in the emptiness
aimlessly looking for nothingness
yearning for the unknown
grasping onto torched remnants
of what I once believed
questioning, should I pray… should I pray?
to myself? to god? to who?
I‘d feel nothing
nothing at all
I spent a lot...
#love
#gratitude
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in more than sound
my gaze is drawn upon
the nodding of diluted colours
I rest there
against a backdrop of
nothingness
fingertips brush gently
soothing the filaments
enveloping
my hollow notions
encapsulated in the air -
tenderness, purity
and I find silence
in perennial isolation
their coaxing vibrations
sculpted
into stillness
of night
for a moment I
forget to breathe
inhaling in awe
at their fluidity
freedom
growth
within an unkempt world
compositions...
the nodding of diluted colours
I rest there
against a backdrop of
nothingness
fingertips brush gently
soothing the filaments
enveloping
my hollow notions
encapsulated in the air -
tenderness, purity
and I find silence
in perennial isolation
their coaxing vibrations
sculpted
into stillness
of night
for a moment I
forget to breathe
inhaling in awe
at their fluidity
freedom
growth
within an unkempt world
compositions...
#love
#flowers
#nature
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nowhere...
there's so many directions to take
so many roads
yet
we choose to place footprints
over yesterday’s footprints
so many roads
yet
we choose to place footprints
over yesterday’s footprints
#courage
#home
#FeelingLost
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favourite season...
trees hanging bare
leaves strewn recklessly
scattered upon the mourning ground
at the mercy of the winds
fracturing their existence
I’m cold
showers and storms give way
to a gust of sunlight
fragrance of hope floats in
on morning breeze
and his warmth gently unfolds
upon the day
the light comes easy now
taking me to a place
beyond comprehension
enchanted by rustling whispers
irretrievable moments play across my lips
letting life in, abandoning the cold
stitched to horizons in...
leaves strewn recklessly
scattered upon the mourning ground
at the mercy of the winds
fracturing their existence
I’m cold
showers and storms give way
to a gust of sunlight
fragrance of hope floats in
on morning breeze
and his warmth gently unfolds
upon the day
the light comes easy now
taking me to a place
beyond comprehension
enchanted by rustling whispers
irretrievable moments play across my lips
letting life in, abandoning the cold
stitched to horizons in...
#love
#spring
#peace
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just render me blind
afloat amid illusions
running my fingers between delusion and feeling
measuring the distance between then and now
of how we used to be
emptiness surrounds
blanketing shallow breaths
in passage of light and fading shade
breathing a rare moment of phantasmal freedom
insecurities bred in shadowless rain
create dim outlines
blurring the miles across
dawn to dusk
sifting through the tasteless ashes
laid upon wastelands of nothingness
I baulk at the incompletion
isn’t this supposed to be where existence...
running my fingers between delusion and feeling
measuring the distance between then and now
of how we used to be
emptiness surrounds
blanketing shallow breaths
in passage of light and fading shade
breathing a rare moment of phantasmal freedom
insecurities bred in shadowless rain
create dim outlines
blurring the miles across
dawn to dusk
sifting through the tasteless ashes
laid upon wastelands of nothingness
I baulk at the incompletion
isn’t this supposed to be where existence...
#love
#identity
#LifeStruggles
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Colours diffuse in the blur of night
Fading light ushers
knotted darkness of belief,
over fallow hope
where senseless dreams were sowed.
In the absence of sun
unbudded footprints placed
remain only as the past, where
your colours once painted their blooms.
Night inhales daylight
murkiness which appears it will never end,
breathing fears
through every hollow crevice.
Under crowded nimbuses,
learning to forth with gathered seeds -
escape from experience tainted by loneliness
and flower...
knotted darkness of belief,
over fallow hope
where senseless dreams were sowed.
In the absence of sun
unbudded footprints placed
remain only as the past, where
your colours once painted their blooms.
Night inhales daylight
murkiness which appears it will never end,
breathing fears
through every hollow crevice.
Under crowded nimbuses,
learning to forth with gathered seeds -
escape from experience tainted by loneliness
and flower...
#love
#loneliness
#dark
#night
#nature
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if I am but a memory that fades
I want you to realise
only this.
As I walk
across pink fescues and red saccharum
parted by paths rich with rain,
as I catch
each drop that wets the lands,
falling gently through sepia tones
scenting
cedar into my bones,
as though
all beauteous aspects in simplicity, simply
everywhere I go
in everything that I know
you exist.
Now, if I
piece by piece
should be swept as particle of air
then all that will be is dust.
If...
only this.
As I walk
across pink fescues and red saccharum
parted by paths rich with rain,
as I catch
each drop that wets the lands,
falling gently through sepia tones
scenting
cedar into my bones,
as though
all beauteous aspects in simplicity, simply
everywhere I go
in everything that I know
you exist.
Now, if I
piece by piece
should be swept as particle of air
then all that will be is dust.
If...
#love
#nature
#lover
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37 Comments
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