Submissions by theyrejustwords
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
just happy to be here
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jan 2024 9:40pm
8th Jan 2024 9:40pm
Cement impressions
I wonder about the dogs
whose paws leave prints in the cement.
Actually, I wonder about the owners
of the dogs whose paws leave prints in the cement.
Were they amused?
Were they annoyed?
What is it like to clean cement off of a dogs paws?
Did they even notice?
I once followed a trail of bloody paw prints for 12 blocks;
I wondered if they noticed.
Would I notice?
whose paws leave prints in the cement.
Actually, I wonder about the owners
of the dogs whose paws leave prints in the cement.
Were they amused?
Were they annoyed?
What is it like to clean cement off of a dogs paws?
Did they even notice?
I once followed a trail of bloody paw prints for 12 blocks;
I wondered if they noticed.
Would I notice?
#dogs
#prose
#SelfReflection
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Apr 2022 8:53pm
28th Apr 2022 8:53pm
sirens
The ocean speaks to me
She sings, actually
Listen close and you’ll hear the Sirens.
Between the waves,
Ricocheting off scattered shells.
Legend has it sailors were seduced by the sounds, sightlessly seeking the source of such serenity. Alas, only breeding their demise in a crash.
I believe
it’s naive to view man so feeble,
and tasteless to view woman so debauched.
I believe
the cacoethes begot by the sirens dives deeper than the patriarchal view of beauty.
In their song I hear my fathers past voice. Young, strong, happy - I...
She sings, actually
Listen close and you’ll hear the Sirens.
Between the waves,
Ricocheting off scattered shells.
Legend has it sailors were seduced by the sounds, sightlessly seeking the source of such serenity. Alas, only breeding their demise in a crash.
I believe
it’s naive to view man so feeble,
and tasteless to view woman so debauched.
I believe
the cacoethes begot by the sirens dives deeper than the patriarchal view of beauty.
In their song I hear my fathers past voice. Young, strong, happy - I...
#father
#sea
#beach
#memories
#mythology
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Nov 2021 5:53pm
16th Nov 2021 5:53pm
harmonious
spinning
around the sun
on an axis
in my chair
the motion sickness creeps in
I begin to float away
my frequency is off
my atoms and soul vibrating lawlessly
soon I will be a phantasm
bond to me
so that we may spin together
through the stars as one
around the sun
on an axis
in my chair
the motion sickness creeps in
I begin to float away
my frequency is off
my atoms and soul vibrating lawlessly
soon I will be a phantasm
bond to me
so that we may spin together
through the stars as one
#universe
#stars
#spiritual
#lover
#meditation
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2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jun 2021 4:32pm
30th Jun 2021 4:32pm
amado
my butterflies begat a zephyr
that flipped our calendars to may.
fear grips the summer’s heat!
it will wilt what was.
in june i felt my feet
bind to the hot concrete.
an endless now: right here was
everywhere.
july craved the touch of august with a breathless fervor
as it shed the days between them
closer and closer,
slighted by only a second.
by nature time passes.
time’s passing,
and time’s passed.
smile, there is always a way back
to its forever fleeting antithesis.
...
that flipped our calendars to may.
fear grips the summer’s heat!
it will wilt what was.
in june i felt my feet
bind to the hot concrete.
an endless now: right here was
everywhere.
july craved the touch of august with a breathless fervor
as it shed the days between them
closer and closer,
slighted by only a second.
by nature time passes.
time’s passing,
and time’s passed.
smile, there is always a way back
to its forever fleeting antithesis.
...
#happiness
#love
#hope
#romantic
#acceptance
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th May 2021 4:07am
5th May 2021 4:07am
patience tonight
the wind will blow
a kiss to the shy
sky. the stars will be
nothing more than you imagined.
still,
a kiss to the shy
sky. the stars will be
nothing more than you imagined.
still,
#sky
#clouds
#night
#patience
#acceptance
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Mar 2021 8:33pm
25th Mar 2021 8:33pm
cables
the gentle rumble of the car
shakes the metal bottle in the cup holder
next to my mom’s elbow.
when the asphalt switches to cement
there’s a drowning hum that
lifts me from my thoughts.
must be a bridge.
the leather seats are cold.
but I’m the perfect height to take up
all the space they have to offer.
slowly
as if not at all
the black cables
through the window
above my feet
snake across the sky.
below the sun’s reach I’m
imbued in being
nowhere in particular.
shakes the metal bottle in the cup holder
next to my mom’s elbow.
when the asphalt switches to cement
there’s a drowning hum that
lifts me from my thoughts.
must be a bridge.
the leather seats are cold.
but I’m the perfect height to take up
all the space they have to offer.
slowly
as if not at all
the black cables
through the window
above my feet
snake across the sky.
below the sun’s reach I’m
imbued in being
nowhere in particular.
#childhood
#sky
#cars
#escape
#nostalgia
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Mar 2021 3:40pm
11th Mar 2021 3:40pm
(b)loom
even in our happiest moments
it hung there.
plaguing the air
following us
while still, somehow,
always beating us there.
uninhibited,
our desire magnified with every shared glance –
however quickly –
turned away like to overlook a sink of dishes
Inexorably growing
and collapsing
all at once.
A Super Nova
(a super no-go)
sometimes I see you in the shadows
cast from the light well behind me
following me
while still, somehow,
always beating me there.
it hung there.
plaguing the air
following us
while still, somehow,
always beating us there.
uninhibited,
our desire magnified with every shared glance –
however quickly –
turned away like to overlook a sink of dishes
Inexorably growing
and collapsing
all at once.
A Super Nova
(a super no-go)
sometimes I see you in the shadows
cast from the light well behind me
following me
while still, somehow,
always beating me there.
#acceptance
#separation
#memories
#SelfReflection
#nostalgia
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Mar 2021 5:18pm
9th Mar 2021 5:18pm
bLoom
even in our happiest moments
it hung over both of us.
uncertainty plagued the air
following us
while still, somehow,
always beating us there.
uninhibited,
our desire magnified with every shared glance –
however quickly –
turned away by the things we wish we couldn’t see.
Fantastically growing
and collapsing
all at once.
A Super Nova
(a super no-go)
A climax is just the beginning of the end.
sometimes I see you in the shadows
cast from the light now well behind me
...
it hung over both of us.
uncertainty plagued the air
following us
while still, somehow,
always beating us there.
uninhibited,
our desire magnified with every shared glance –
however quickly –
turned away by the things we wish we couldn’t see.
Fantastically growing
and collapsing
all at once.
A Super Nova
(a super no-go)
A climax is just the beginning of the end.
sometimes I see you in the shadows
cast from the light now well behind me
...
#memories
#acceptance
#separation
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Jan 2021 7:16pm
10th Jan 2021 7:16pm
a light not bright enough
tempted
by your words from the past:
a light for so long;
why didn't it last? a beacon
or even a song
would not have lost its hold so fast.
to read it again
would destroy how far I've come -- and then
what? I've worked so hard to feel numb,
surrendered through the pain you
injected into my veins I refuse
to be at war anymore you
don't get to control me
forevermore.
by your words from the past:
a light for so long;
why didn't it last? a beacon
or even a song
would not have lost its hold so fast.
to read it again
would destroy how far I've come -- and then
what? I've worked so hard to feel numb,
surrendered through the pain you
injected into my veins I refuse
to be at war anymore you
don't get to control me
forevermore.
#sadness
#anger
#strength
#TimeHeals
#rhyming
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Jan 2021 6:18pm
4th Jan 2021 6:18pm
I wonder
I want to know:
When you run your fingers through your hair,
do you think of me? Can you smell the
walls sheathed in smoke, or
the perfume that bites my neck?
When your fingers gently catch the knots of your curls, can you
feel the couch beneath you, beneath us?
Tangled up together like the strands of hair just behind your ears.
And when you tug the waves on the crown of your head, can you
feel the sheets beneath your chest, the heat between our lips?
When your fingertips massage your scalp, opening and closing ...
When you run your fingers through your hair,
do you think of me? Can you smell the
walls sheathed in smoke, or
the perfume that bites my neck?
When your fingers gently catch the knots of your curls, can you
feel the couch beneath you, beneath us?
Tangled up together like the strands of hair just behind your ears.
And when you tug the waves on the crown of your head, can you
feel the sheets beneath your chest, the heat between our lips?
When your fingertips massage your scalp, opening and closing ...
#nostalgia
#separation
#sensual
#prose
#emotional
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2021 4:20pm
3rd Jan 2021 4:20pm
I think I did love him
The way his hair glistened in the sun. The
red patches, right by his temples.
He was the sun, to me. He was
light - the dawn seeping in through
my darkest curtains. He
was the warmth left in
your sheets that floods over your skin
when you crawl back in after a quick trip
to the kitchen.
We were alone together. So many
photos together, but not together.
Together
but not together.
What is it with us, and these
opposing forces? Magnets
don’t always work two ways.
But on the days we were together, so...
red patches, right by his temples.
He was the sun, to me. He was
light - the dawn seeping in through
my darkest curtains. He
was the warmth left in
your sheets that floods over your skin
when you crawl back in after a quick trip
to the kitchen.
We were alone together. So many
photos together, but not together.
Together
but not together.
What is it with us, and these
opposing forces? Magnets
don’t always work two ways.
But on the days we were together, so...
#sadness
#love
#UnrequitedLove
#confessional
#StreamOfConsciousness
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Jan 2021 2:32am
1st Jan 2021 2:32am
new years eve
I’d only ever seen people on TV spend new years alone,
so I guess that makes me a movie star.
I thought I had the motivation to write this poem,
but alas, there was nothing in my motivation jar.
so I guess that makes me a movie star.
I thought I had the motivation to write this poem,
but alas, there was nothing in my motivation jar.
#sadness
#loneliness
#acceptance
#NewYear
#rhyming
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