Submissions by theyrejustwords
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
just happy to be here
SELF POEM
Published
30th Dec 2020 2:48am
30th Dec 2020 2:48am
I'm feeling weird
i’m feeling weird
but when am I not;
I feel anxious over nothing
but that’s nothing new
why do i feel like the space between
me and the world is bigger than space?
we’re on opposite sides of a wall
but the wall is too tall for me to see over;
- it feels like everyone is a sea over.
or that’s what I’d shout back over the sea when you eagerly asked “what did you say?
you’re too far away.”
i'm trying to get there but my ship is too tattered to
take me anywhere but here - i said, "do you think you
could meet me...
but when am I not;
I feel anxious over nothing
but that’s nothing new
why do i feel like the space between
me and the world is bigger than space?
we’re on opposite sides of a wall
but the wall is too tall for me to see over;
- it feels like everyone is a sea over.
or that’s what I’d shout back over the sea when you eagerly asked “what did you say?
you’re too far away.”
i'm trying to get there but my ship is too tattered to
take me anywhere but here - i said, "do you think you
could meet me...
#loneliness
#frustration
#FeelingLost
#separation
#metaphor
344 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Dec 2020 5:06pm
25th Dec 2020 5:06pm
The ocean reminds me of you
Her energy was the calming breath of waves.
A constant rush in the background I forget until I tune into the back and forth
the in and out. I haven’t
touched the water in months but
I remember what it feels like when it
engulfs you and you forget where you end and it begins;
for a second
you are free.
Please god tell me how I can stay here without drowning when
will you let me be where I belong how many
shells do I have to step on before I can walk on the sand so soft it makes velvet
seethe at its existence.
I see the...
A constant rush in the background I forget until I tune into the back and forth
the in and out. I haven’t
touched the water in months but
I remember what it feels like when it
engulfs you and you forget where you end and it begins;
for a second
you are free.
Please god tell me how I can stay here without drowning when
will you let me be where I belong how many
shells do I have to step on before I can walk on the sand so soft it makes velvet
seethe at its existence.
I see the...
#beauty
#admiration
#metaphor
#separation
#StreamOfConsciousness
930 reads
3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2020 1:10am
22nd Dec 2020 1:10am
I've just gotta ask,
I know it’s been a year. Well, more than that actually, a year and 10 weeks, give or take a day depending on how you cut it. If it's after midnight and the people haven't slept from the day before, is that event of the new day, or the previous day? I haven’t been able to decide. I’ve run out of things to analyze about our story.
It’s been over a year since I’d seen your face. A little less since we've last spoke. For you, it’s been a year and 10 weeks since we’d been in the same area. Truth is, I’ve been in town for a few months. But I guess you’ll find that out if you wanna...
It’s been over a year since I’d seen your face. A little less since we've last spoke. For you, it’s been a year and 10 weeks since we’d been in the same area. Truth is, I’ve been in town for a few months. But I guess you’ll find that out if you wanna...
#courage
#prose
#TimeHeals
#UnrequitedLove
#StreamOfConsciousness
588 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Dec 2020 12:35pm
13th Dec 2020 12:35pm
Quarter til 5
Morning breaks through the cracks of the shades, filtered and blurry
light pouring in from the gap between the curtains. I’ve been awake far before
the dawn stretched it’s sleepy arms over my window; the low morning light
reminding me I can’t stay hidden under the fleeting twilight cover. I miss the peace,
though.
light pouring in from the gap between the curtains. I’ve been awake far before
the dawn stretched it’s sleepy arms over my window; the low morning light
reminding me I can’t stay hidden under the fleeting twilight cover. I miss the peace,
though.
#sun
#morning
#sleep
#emptiness
#dawn
358 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Dec 2020 2:23am
6th Dec 2020 2:23am
Bookends
Like closing the back cover of a book I didn’t want to finish.
But the story was over, nothing left to read. Just the reviews:
“Critics are raving, a masterpiece! Heart-wrenching, suspenseful,
will keep you hooked until the last page.”
A must-read indeed, but I can’t leave us tented on my coffee table forever.
Thick, tattered and worn arms enclose soft, yellowing pages.
Honored, they hold all I’ve loved for so long;
Keep our story safe, I beg.
The smell of a new book wafting to my nose, how can that be?
Nostrils full of nostalgia...
But the story was over, nothing left to read. Just the reviews:
“Critics are raving, a masterpiece! Heart-wrenching, suspenseful,
will keep you hooked until the last page.”
A must-read indeed, but I can’t leave us tented on my coffee table forever.
Thick, tattered and worn arms enclose soft, yellowing pages.
Honored, they hold all I’ve loved for so long;
Keep our story safe, I beg.
The smell of a new book wafting to my nose, how can that be?
Nostrils full of nostalgia...
#sadness
#heartbroken
#breakup
#MovingOn
#StreamOfConsciousness
415 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2020 6:22pm
3rd Dec 2020 6:22pm
Here
It’s not that I don’t like it here, it’s just that I don’t know
where here is.
Is “here” defined by where you are,
or by where you are not?
Is “here” static,
general,
a location?
Or does it change with every passing moment?
Dictated by our senses.
Is here ever the same as it was just a second ago?
It’s not that I don’t like it here, it’s just that I don’t know
how to be here.
Like there’s a pattern on the sidewalks I've yet to unlock with my steps.
Some sort of secret door that opens up into
...
where here is.
Is “here” defined by where you are,
or by where you are not?
Is “here” static,
general,
a location?
Or does it change with every passing moment?
Dictated by our senses.
Is here ever the same as it was just a second ago?
It’s not that I don’t like it here, it’s just that I don’t know
how to be here.
Like there’s a pattern on the sidewalks I've yet to unlock with my steps.
Some sort of secret door that opens up into
...
#anxiety
#loneliness
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
590 reads
6 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
2nd Dec 2020 10:48pm
2nd Dec 2020 10:48pm
15 minutes
At first I was scared. Perhaps,
more anxious than scared, although fear had settled down
in a nice comfortable cottage next door. Both homes on a foundation
of concrete, water, and suspense. Suspense,
nothing more than a separate plane of existence where time
doesn’t feel the same. Suspense,
like things are frozen in place around you, moving only when acknowledged. The first
two days felt like that.
It was a Thursday morning when I decided to let go.
Easier said than done. Forgetting is weird,
it’s the only thing that happens when you...
more anxious than scared, although fear had settled down
in a nice comfortable cottage next door. Both homes on a foundation
of concrete, water, and suspense. Suspense,
nothing more than a separate plane of existence where time
doesn’t feel the same. Suspense,
like things are frozen in place around you, moving only when acknowledged. The first
two days felt like that.
It was a Thursday morning when I decided to let go.
Easier said than done. Forgetting is weird,
it’s the only thing that happens when you...
#anxiety
#heartbroken
#bittersweet
#narrative
#StreamOfConsciousness
555 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2020 4:19pm
2nd Dec 2020 4:19pm
Sunny spot on the deck
I could sit in this moment
and watch world go by.
I could stay
in this sunny spot on the deck
before the rest of the world wakes up
and let time move through me.
Except the neighbors baby
Who cries and cries and cries to be helped.
Cries for someone to fix what hurts without knowing what it means to hurt.
How I want
so badly to yell “baby! It’s okay, baby. You will find peace, baby!”
I want so badly to share with them
this feeling of stillness.
To carry them into my state of serenity.
I didn’t know...
and watch world go by.
I could stay
in this sunny spot on the deck
before the rest of the world wakes up
and let time move through me.
Except the neighbors baby
Who cries and cries and cries to be helped.
Cries for someone to fix what hurts without knowing what it means to hurt.
How I want
so badly to yell “baby! It’s okay, baby. You will find peace, baby!”
I want so badly to share with them
this feeling of stillness.
To carry them into my state of serenity.
I didn’t know...
#morning
#denial
#SelfDiscovery
#bittersweet
#StreamOfConsciousness
400 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Dec 2020 6:02pm
1st Dec 2020 6:02pm
the day after
My therapist told me I should try wearing two different socks to
help me get over my anxiety. She said
that my brain falls all too quickly into the trap of the unknown, and that
some things are just not meant for me to control. The socks
are supposed to act as a tangible reminder of this intangible lesson that I have had
no luck
in learning.
I remember, I got
a haircut the month I started seeing her. You had told me
you were seeing someone, too, and it pushed me to better myself
the same way. Maybe one day we
could cut out these...
help me get over my anxiety. She said
that my brain falls all too quickly into the trap of the unknown, and that
some things are just not meant for me to control. The socks
are supposed to act as a tangible reminder of this intangible lesson that I have had
no luck
in learning.
I remember, I got
a haircut the month I started seeing her. You had told me
you were seeing someone, too, and it pushed me to better myself
the same way. Maybe one day we
could cut out these...
#heartbroken
#confusion
#bittersweet
#narrative
#StreamOfConsciousness
416 reads
12 Comments
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