Submissions by toniscales (Lost Girl)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am very critical of my own work but I tend to love intensely, and writing is an emotional release and catharsis I can't seem to resist.
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Feb 2025 5:15am
10th Feb 2025 5:15am
The Wish
The early morning air,
humid,
nearly drips with sadness.
The smoke from my cigarette
curls its fingers and sighs.
Like tiny pinpricks along my skin,
the stillness is dotted
with the bellows of distant horns,
the slow, deep moans of cars.
I close my eyes, shudder.
But, even then,
I think of you.
humid,
nearly drips with sadness.
The smoke from my cigarette
curls its fingers and sighs.
Like tiny pinpricks along my skin,
the stillness is dotted
with the bellows of distant horns,
the slow, deep moans of cars.
I close my eyes, shudder.
But, even then,
I think of you.
#love
172 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Feb 2025 3:07am
8th Feb 2025 3:07am
Maps to the Stars
The days were always bustling, somehow sadly beautiful. The sky an impossible blue, filled with fat marshmallows of clouds. Dotted by the occasional, pregnant gray.
People were always jumping into cars, leaving. Life was happening, and there was no time. Soon the parking lot grew quiet, empty and sullen. The grayest mouth, without teeth.
We couldn't keep the houses clean. There were too many signs of our existence, too many polka dot dresses and dishes, too many burger wrappers and baby toys. The strange yet beautiful dots on the map we left behind. Like stars....
People were always jumping into cars, leaving. Life was happening, and there was no time. Soon the parking lot grew quiet, empty and sullen. The grayest mouth, without teeth.
We couldn't keep the houses clean. There were too many signs of our existence, too many polka dot dresses and dishes, too many burger wrappers and baby toys. The strange yet beautiful dots on the map we left behind. Like stars....
#loneliness
74 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2025 2:49pm
2nd Feb 2025 2:49pm
Tithing
The day is quietly opening.
And so am I.
I'm content,
yet bruised and soft at the edges
like a plum.
The ache stored inside
the music box of my heart.
I will leave it there for another day.
There are things to do today,
places to go. Today I will
set foot in a church for the first time
in years. Wondering if God will have me.
But I will give thanks for this life that,
though touched by suffering,
is full and bountiful.
Yesterday, the cat brought home a slender,
graceful wedge of...
And so am I.
I'm content,
yet bruised and soft at the edges
like a plum.
The ache stored inside
the music box of my heart.
I will leave it there for another day.
There are things to do today,
places to go. Today I will
set foot in a church for the first time
in years. Wondering if God will have me.
But I will give thanks for this life that,
though touched by suffering,
is full and bountiful.
Yesterday, the cat brought home a slender,
graceful wedge of...
#despair
#God
#love #spiritual
#love #spiritual
93 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2025 5:03am
2nd Feb 2025 5:03am
Vaping at Midnight
night opens its eyes and arms
one long, slow glissando of fog
and gaslight
while my smoke unwinds like breath
a soft caesura in the canticle of evening quiet
a gentle cadence to the arpeggiations
of stars
one long, slow glissando of fog
and gaslight
while my smoke unwinds like breath
a soft caesura in the canticle of evening quiet
a gentle cadence to the arpeggiations
of stars
#LifeAsAWriter
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0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Feb 2025 8:13pm
1st Feb 2025 8:13pm
Mementoes
Already, the day is slow. Tired.
The plastic tarp
yawning on the fence.
My eyes are dry
from crying, from seeing
too much and too little.
Even the wind is sobbing, somewhere.
Softly. Branches hang suspended
like a doll's limbs
from the railing.
My daughter bends towards me
in the doorway. Kisses me
on the head, smelling of sadness,
of perfume and vodka.
I am scared
and tiny and broken,
and completely unworthy.
But my love for her, like a cup,
threatens to spill...
The plastic tarp
yawning on the fence.
My eyes are dry
from crying, from seeing
too much and too little.
Even the wind is sobbing, somewhere.
Softly. Branches hang suspended
like a doll's limbs
from the railing.
My daughter bends towards me
in the doorway. Kisses me
on the head, smelling of sadness,
of perfume and vodka.
I am scared
and tiny and broken,
and completely unworthy.
But my love for her, like a cup,
threatens to spill...
#despair
#love
#mother #motherhood
#mother #motherhood
91 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Jan 2025 10:28pm
21st Jan 2025 10:28pm
Snow in Texas
It's always with me. The sense of being lost and sad and alone. The ramification of the faulty wiring of my chemically imbalanced brain… But I have so much to be grateful for. So much to feel positive about. I've had so many chances lately to hold my precious grandbaby in my arms and take care of her. To behold her beautiful face when it lights up in wonder and delight. I have a wonderful relationship with my beautiful, healthy daughter and her fiance, who is already like a son-in-law to me. I have a home and food and a warm bed to sleep in, and I'm still alive. And it's snowing in Texas,...
#hope
#LifeStruggles
#love
91 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jan 2025 11:25pm
7th Jan 2025 11:25pm
Poetry chapbook released
Hi. I hope everyone on the site is doing great and having a great new year so far. I'm excited and honored to have my first poetry chapbook released by dancing girl press. If interested, you can get it from the link below... I can also mail out copies; if interested, just send me a direct message. Thank you so much. And thank you deeply to everyone who has taken the time to comment on my work. It means more to me than I can adequately express.
https://dulcetshop.myshopify.com/products/blue-rebecca-toni-scales
https://dulcetshop.myshopify.com/products/blue-rebecca-toni-scales
#LifeAsAWriter
95 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jan 2025 7:25pm
4th Jan 2025 7:25pm
The Science of Affection
I was watching TV, and I thought how strange and beautiful it is when lovers kiss… Grabbing at each other, trying desperately to find a connection, an end to this vast space of human loneliness. To meld lives and bodies... I have been alone for so long now, and unfortunately I don't think love was ever in the cards for me, and shall not be within the odd, melancholic, suffering-kissed blink of my lifetime… But today, I imagined being kissed once again and embraced by someone I loved… To be able to fill that perpetual emptiness inside me… How perhaps only the taste of me on his lips would give...
#love
#romantic
#UnrequitedLove
165 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2025 8:55pm
3rd Jan 2025 8:55pm
What I wrote today on Facebook
I wish I could summon my passion again. When I was younger, I was brimming with passion for life, almost to the point of bursting, and I had so many interests I put careful time into cultivating... But now, I've grown so stagnant, so complacent. It's true that my meds make me feel a great deal of apathy and lethargy, and I'm maxed out on the doses, but I can't blame my present state on this alone. It's so difficult to create now, and writing doesn't come easily anymore. In fact, most of the time now, I just can't write. I think I've let myself get out of the practice of writing. This has been...
#LifeAsAWriter
82 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2025 8:49pm
3rd Jan 2025 8:49pm
Poem featured in Rogue Agent
https://www.rogueagentjournal.com/issue118
#LifeAsAWriter
86 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Dec 2024 10:57pm
29th Dec 2024 10:57pm
To My Mother at New Year's
On the phone, my father
urges me to remember you.
I remember your anger,
the luminous swell
of your outdated,
blond beehive;
your cold opulence,
how everything you touched
turned beautiful.
How you smelled of Giorgio,
the gorgeous handwriting
on your envelopes.
In every room,
an elegant vase of flowers,
petals and ivy descending
in perfect patterns;
luxurious dresses
you created yourself.
How I could never fit
into your constellations
of perfection...
urges me to remember you.
I remember your anger,
the luminous swell
of your outdated,
blond beehive;
your cold opulence,
how everything you touched
turned beautiful.
How you smelled of Giorgio,
the gorgeous handwriting
on your envelopes.
In every room,
an elegant vase of flowers,
petals and ivy descending
in perfect patterns;
luxurious dresses
you created yourself.
How I could never fit
into your constellations
of perfection...
#death
#grief
#love
103 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Dec 2024 11:31am
12th Dec 2024 11:31am
Redemption
My 26 year-old daughter has bought
a Christmas tree. She stands
at the stove, stirring sausage
and parmesan cheese into scrambled eggs.
It’s that time of the month when food
is scarce, but my daughter
has a knack for making meals
out of sparse ingredients.
I sit with my 3 month-old granddaughter
who rests in her swing.
We play pat-a-cake, then I roll her legs
like the wheels of a choo-choo train.
My daughter comes
to sit next to us at the table,
a jigsaw puzzle spread out
upon its surface. ...
a Christmas tree. She stands
at the stove, stirring sausage
and parmesan cheese into scrambled eggs.
It’s that time of the month when food
is scarce, but my daughter
has a knack for making meals
out of sparse ingredients.
I sit with my 3 month-old granddaughter
who rests in her swing.
We play pat-a-cake, then I roll her legs
like the wheels of a choo-choo train.
My daughter comes
to sit next to us at the table,
a jigsaw puzzle spread out
upon its surface. ...
#family
#love
#motherhood
98 reads
2 Comments
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