Submissions by ursa
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
.I don't write to be understood, as that seems impossible. I write to relate while falling deep into my emotional world.
Doorway
It wasn’t only
once
you said to me
goodbye
just to return.
once
you said to me
goodbye
just to return.
#apathy
#disappointment
#heartbroken
69 reads
7 Comments
Tomorrow Looks Loving
I resist sharing
I want to explore
your lips again
among other places, you
decided days ago
my side of connection
is quiet, reserved,
I dare whisper pure.
Do I remind you that Persephone
withdraws in her shadows
to rise for her bounty
when harvest's most full.
I want to explore
your lips again
among other places, you
decided days ago
my side of connection
is quiet, reserved,
I dare whisper pure.
Do I remind you that Persephone
withdraws in her shadows
to rise for her bounty
when harvest's most full.
#love
#lust
#passion
115 reads
8 Comments
Where Time Has No Place
The knock on the door
and the flowers that
touched my nose before
I saw you behind the
corner wall, waiting
for me to respond first.
You had all the words
entangled inside of you
written on paper,
reciting for me, for you
I meant the world,
I know your thirst
for love, for our love we
started ago, igniting again
now more than a spark and
all that it took was knowing
behind our greatest of monsters
lays what we want most.
and the flowers that
touched my nose before
I saw you behind the
corner wall, waiting
for me to respond first.
You had all the words
entangled inside of you
written on paper,
reciting for me, for you
I meant the world,
I know your thirst
for love, for our love we
started ago, igniting again
now more than a spark and
all that it took was knowing
behind our greatest of monsters
lays what we want most.
#courage
#love
75 reads
8 Comments
How
You whisper ‘write about
the beauty of love
for once’,
moments before you
catch my heart, and
break it.
the beauty of love
for once’,
moments before you
catch my heart, and
break it.
#heartbroken
138 reads
12 Comments
Fated
You looked so good when
you reached within
my soul, and closed
our door long before
you left,
I quivered with both
desire and despair
knowing
you weren’t meant
to be here, nor
with me, but
your ignorance, and
my naïve motives
pulled us both into this
love on lease, and
a life lived together,
yet still alone.
you reached within
my soul, and closed
our door long before
you left,
I quivered with both
desire and despair
knowing
you weren’t meant
to be here, nor
with me, but
your ignorance, and
my naïve motives
pulled us both into this
love on lease, and
a life lived together,
yet still alone.
#heartbroken
124 reads
6 Comments
First Date
Drive-through feelings,
hopeful moves and
love-drunk gazing;
plans for something.
Bubbling romance,
friction, sensation;
minds wandering
and soon after, wavering.
And it all, here
and like yesterday,
happens, and ends
before there’s more.
hopeful moves and
love-drunk gazing;
plans for something.
Bubbling romance,
friction, sensation;
minds wandering
and soon after, wavering.
And it all, here
and like yesterday,
happens, and ends
before there’s more.
#dating
#LookingForLove
161 reads
4 Comments
Always
My heart sings your existence
within its cavernous depths
without tasting your lips
or the whisper of your breath
I march to our truths, we
dance with our souls, know
you have always been.
within its cavernous depths
without tasting your lips
or the whisper of your breath
I march to our truths, we
dance with our souls, know
you have always been.
#FallingInLove
#love
165 reads
6 Comments
Too Much of Nothing
I knew late last night I was a brilliant poet,
magical words bled into one fine masterpiece
and when I awoke, elated to this beautiful morning,
I found each paper as void of a poem as me.
magical words bled into one fine masterpiece
and when I awoke, elated to this beautiful morning,
I found each paper as void of a poem as me.
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
84 reads
4 Comments
goddamn
on my back,
you trace fingers
in soft, subtle lines
track down my skin
tickling with your steps
tingling my spine
my senses lace, I am
open, embracing, you
sensually mine
feel you inside, transporting
me elsewhere, all of this
not only, yet is only
in my goddamn mind.
you trace fingers
in soft, subtle lines
track down my skin
tickling with your steps
tingling my spine
my senses lace, I am
open, embracing, you
sensually mine
feel you inside, transporting
me elsewhere, all of this
not only, yet is only
in my goddamn mind.
#crush
#lust
#sensual
152 reads
8 Comments
Hollywood
Holy world breaks in the fake future promise of
fame, diamond-draped monsters and unsafe lonely
landscapes, stealing stardom from children for others'
unsavoury purposes: smile and appease, please!
This burden enslaves when the limelight won’t save
and when the spotlight tires, trauma erupts
into cracks, desperation looks like acting out,
alcohol, and drugs, addicted to attention, then depression
and the public outraged, cries out ‘shame!’, and cancels them.
‘They should bow to their luck!’ like this
full motion picture hasn’t all...
fame, diamond-draped monsters and unsafe lonely
landscapes, stealing stardom from children for others'
unsavoury purposes: smile and appease, please!
This burden enslaves when the limelight won’t save
and when the spotlight tires, trauma erupts
into cracks, desperation looks like acting out,
alcohol, and drugs, addicted to attention, then depression
and the public outraged, cries out ‘shame!’, and cancels them.
‘They should bow to their luck!’ like this
full motion picture hasn’t all...
#deception
#lies
#secrets
120 reads
4 Comments
In This Mess
When you’re familiar with the total picture
you stop reading Hamlet in high school
get sidetracked with sexuality and budgeting
you won’t notice other people drowning next to you
while arguing politics or other topics others fear discussing
so you can pretend you succeeded in something.
I leave when I say hello, you don’t ever say goodbye
though it would do us both some good to accept
our evasive existence, find strength to be sensible
like the nice guy from night school who smells like
stale spearmint and breakfast, playing...
you stop reading Hamlet in high school
get sidetracked with sexuality and budgeting
you won’t notice other people drowning next to you
while arguing politics or other topics others fear discussing
so you can pretend you succeeded in something.
I leave when I say hello, you don’t ever say goodbye
though it would do us both some good to accept
our evasive existence, find strength to be sensible
like the nice guy from night school who smells like
stale spearmint and breakfast, playing...
#StreamOfConsciousness
110 reads
2 Comments
Insignificance
I am supposed to love
you, in my suffering
spread on these pages
between half sentences,
yet like my body,
these offerings, never
meant much to you.
you, in my suffering
spread on these pages
between half sentences,
yet like my body,
these offerings, never
meant much to you.
#heartbroken
117 reads
4 Comments
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