Submissions by tell_me_wy
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
“You write your first draft with your heart. And you rewrite with your head..; the first key to writing, is…to write; not to think.” - William Forrester, Finding Forrester
The End
I suppose now
We're coming
To the end;
I've heard so many voices,
So many rhymes,
So much of the wonderment
Of humanity
Among the 'great'
Like Neruda and Poe
And Lewis and Bourdain...
And all the same,
The likes of Fia and Oral
And Her and LDF and...anyway...
I guess the moral
Is simple:
I missed so many of you
Here and there
In this quiet little corner of
Trying to figure it all out.
I really do wish
I could have read
Everything.
Every single one of you,...
We're coming
To the end;
I've heard so many voices,
So many rhymes,
So much of the wonderment
Of humanity
Among the 'great'
Like Neruda and Poe
And Lewis and Bourdain...
And all the same,
The likes of Fia and Oral
And Her and LDF and...anyway...
I guess the moral
Is simple:
I missed so many of you
Here and there
In this quiet little corner of
Trying to figure it all out.
I really do wish
I could have read
Everything.
Every single one of you,...
#depression
#hope
#WritingPoetry
66 reads
-cide (10w)
My sweet lover
Is whisky
And
Damn
She’s killing me
Is whisky
And
Damn
She’s killing me
#addiction
#alcohol
#dark #suicide
#dark #suicide
100 reads
1 Comment
Lonely
Long alone,
But
Lonely,
Longer still.
But
Lonely,
Longer still.
#loneliness
#minimalist
97 reads
1 Comment
Poetry
I’ve been wandering some time
Far from the words I’ve so often
Skimmed
And rarely truly delved in
My mind has been away
Out in Vietnamese rice paddies
On a grey and cloudy day
The smell of water and earth
Underfoot
And tangled up in
The greenery of flower
And tree
See,
My soul’s been dancing round
The Korean capital nightlife
Mesmerized by neon Hangul
And street hawkers,
Wondering at words
I barely comprehend
Even my own kitchen
Now lacks the dreamy smell
Of...
Far from the words I’ve so often
Skimmed
And rarely truly delved in
My mind has been away
Out in Vietnamese rice paddies
On a grey and cloudy day
The smell of water and earth
Underfoot
And tangled up in
The greenery of flower
And tree
See,
My soul’s been dancing round
The Korean capital nightlife
Mesmerized by neon Hangul
And street hawkers,
Wondering at words
I barely comprehend
Even my own kitchen
Now lacks the dreamy smell
Of...
#dreams
#hope
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
97 reads
1 Comment
Seaside
I’ve found myself lately
Walking along the washed
And rewashed shore,
Where early morning bandits
Slip in and steal up
Unbroken shells
For the crooks at souvenir shops
To resell to a quaint family
From the Illinois farmland
Breathing in
Tobacco smoke;
I know it’s not
What’s gonna get me.
Been running through
A thousand unspent conversations,
Trying to rewrite
All my wrongs,
Wishing we still had a chance
To gaze in to
One another’s
Weary eyes
As our paths thin,
Dwindling down ...
Walking along the washed
And rewashed shore,
Where early morning bandits
Slip in and steal up
Unbroken shells
For the crooks at souvenir shops
To resell to a quaint family
From the Illinois farmland
Breathing in
Tobacco smoke;
I know it’s not
What’s gonna get me.
Been running through
A thousand unspent conversations,
Trying to rewrite
All my wrongs,
Wishing we still had a chance
To gaze in to
One another’s
Weary eyes
As our paths thin,
Dwindling down ...
#depression
#FeelingLost
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
164 reads
0 Comments
Enigma
Enigma,
Even unto myself;
Bottom of the barrel;
High-end top-shelf;
A student of both
Tolkien,
And Bourdain;
One,
Devout Catholic;
One culinarian,
Most profane.
My own heart
Tethered
On those thin threads between…
If you don’t
Really understand,
Then you know
Just what I mean.
Even unto myself;
Bottom of the barrel;
High-end top-shelf;
A student of both
Tolkien,
And Bourdain;
One,
Devout Catholic;
One culinarian,
Most profane.
My own heart
Tethered
On those thin threads between…
If you don’t
Really understand,
Then you know
Just what I mean.
#depression
#FeelingLost
#hope
#myself
#travel
127 reads
0 Comments
Heels
I ask once
If we could just
Stumble backwards over
Half-recalled memories,
And you just
Gave me that soft
Sad smile.
I can still hear
The fading echo
Of your heels
On the tile.
If we could just
Stumble backwards over
Half-recalled memories,
And you just
Gave me that soft
Sad smile.
I can still hear
The fading echo
Of your heels
On the tile.
#grief
#love
111 reads
1 Comment
Campfire
I’m deep in a draught
Of High West Campfire,
Breathing deep,
Seeing new,
And
Just between me and you,
I don’t dare sleep,
Tiptoeing the high wire,
Awaiting the inevitable crash.
Of High West Campfire,
Breathing deep,
Seeing new,
And
Just between me and you,
I don’t dare sleep,
Tiptoeing the high wire,
Awaiting the inevitable crash.
#alcohol
96 reads
1 Comment
Jeju
I saw the plane
Crash;
I screamed,
Mutedly:
‘God,
Why?’
Crash;
I screamed,
Mutedly:
‘God,
Why?’
#grief
#tragedy
129 reads
0 Comments
Scotch
Two fingers of Scotch
Hits better
Than five of yours
Ever did
Hits better
Than five of yours
Ever did
#addiction
#alcohol
#SelfWorth
138 reads
4 Comments
Mistletoe
Here
Beneath
The mistletoe,
Her kisses come
Soft and slow.
Beneath
The mistletoe,
Her kisses come
Soft and slow.
#Christmas
#erotic
#lover
#passion
#sensual
234 reads
4 Comments
Lust
Heaven knows
We spent our junior years
Grinding
To the electric
Pop sounds
Of 90s vixens
And
If I ever truly knew
What love was
I’d have run
Like a coward
Before the storm
Breaking
As a God-given blessing
On the parched earth
We spent our junior years
Grinding
To the electric
Pop sounds
Of 90s vixens
And
If I ever truly knew
What love was
I’d have run
Like a coward
Before the storm
Breaking
As a God-given blessing
On the parched earth
#erotic
#lover
#lust
#seductive
#sensual
248 reads
5 Comments
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