Submissions by ursa
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Currently exploring my relationship with poetry, my writing. Secure attachments are not alway so secure when self-expectations get in the way
We Are Tired
In the third hour
you stop asking me
where I have been
long enough
for me to wash
the night from my skin.
you stop asking me
where I have been
long enough
for me to wash
the night from my skin.
#betrayal
243 reads
3 Comments
Not Gotten
Not Gotten
I got nothing
not gone to things
forgotten
forgot something
mis-gotten,
sat rotten,
no thought in
ill-gotten
quite often
quite me.
Not bought in,
not more than
one look got
no one mistook
mistakenly
a lot more
forgotten folk
got it from me.
Got nowhere
when I took
to be gotten
was not got
for got nothing
forgot all, forget
full regretfully
not gotten ...
I got nothing
not gone to things
forgotten
forgot something
mis-gotten,
sat rotten,
no thought in
ill-gotten
quite often
quite me.
Not bought in,
not more than
one look got
no one mistook
mistakenly
a lot more
forgotten folk
got it from me.
Got nowhere
when I took
to be gotten
was not got
for got nothing
forgot all, forget
full regretfully
not gotten ...
#identity
#WritersBlock
201 reads
2 Comments
Conjured
5am coffee, fresh
counter seats, and
white notebook sheets
partially scribbled doodles
and half-written words
reminiscent,
she blurs her truths
of past, of present- enmeshed
into one specific un-space
outside
neon shapes light up
flat paper building tops, and
youthful screams conjuring
clever chromatic accounts
of cityscape stories:
the lights, the nightlife,
the experience you love
when you can afford to
...
counter seats, and
white notebook sheets
partially scribbled doodles
and half-written words
reminiscent,
she blurs her truths
of past, of present- enmeshed
into one specific un-space
outside
neon shapes light up
flat paper building tops, and
youthful screams conjuring
clever chromatic accounts
of cityscape stories:
the lights, the nightlife,
the experience you love
when you can afford to
...
#nostalgia
223 reads
5 Comments
Certain
I found light
peace, and happiness
when I discovered
the grave difference between
making people happy, and
making certain people happy.
peace, and happiness
when I discovered
the grave difference between
making people happy, and
making certain people happy.
#SelfWorth
252 reads
10 Comments
[untitled]
It’s my depression,
my issue'
you tell me while
the edges
of your shadow
splice me at the knees, and
fold me into your story.
my issue'
you tell me while
the edges
of your shadow
splice me at the knees, and
fold me into your story.
#depression
#relationships
390 reads
8 Comments
Neighbour
Neighbour
You don’t care when you block her driveway,
trample on her marigolds and day lilies;
angry, you think that she can’t stand men, insult
her with words you wouldn’t say to your own family.
I have her over for spiced chai tea, and
honey-graham biscuits while you went
fishing this past weekend, she helped me
pick weeds, and paint the porch swing
earthy orange
I smile a hundred ways in her direction
when you snort something sounding
oddly like ‘you can’t fix stupid’; hold my
car keys a...
You don’t care when you block her driveway,
trample on her marigolds and day lilies;
angry, you think that she can’t stand men, insult
her with words you wouldn’t say to your own family.
I have her over for spiced chai tea, and
honey-graham biscuits while you went
fishing this past weekend, she helped me
pick weeds, and paint the porch swing
earthy orange
I smile a hundred ways in her direction
when you snort something sounding
oddly like ‘you can’t fix stupid’; hold my
car keys a...
#ignorance
322 reads
8 Comments
Breath
Breath
I lift my head from my pillow
sit silently, attentive to
footsteps spilled rapidly
onto hardwood downstairs.
In this one perfect moment
the moon blades in light for me
and I know with a newness
my life and my purpose
while you finish my breath.
I lift my head from my pillow
sit silently, attentive to
footsteps spilled rapidly
onto hardwood downstairs.
In this one perfect moment
the moon blades in light for me
and I know with a newness
my life and my purpose
while you finish my breath.
#LifeChangingMoment
350 reads
Filled Pockets
Filled Pockets
I lost my old life in napkins
penned one letter at a time
wore my scribbles for clothing
long after you died.
I’ve shed sorrow through tears,
and drawn pain out through blood
yet my pocket-sized problems
will not ever let up.
I lost my old life in napkins
penned one letter at a time
wore my scribbles for clothing
long after you died.
I’ve shed sorrow through tears,
and drawn pain out through blood
yet my pocket-sized problems
will not ever let up.
#depression
#grief
#denial
274 reads
6 Comments
You
You
caught between your now and your past
could not flourish the future you wanted, got mad
pretend nothing was wrong, you’ve got this in your hands
You
break all the glasses, and smile- say it’s okay
you haven’t hurt anyone and instantly think you’ve changed,
apologize over, while we hope for this show to end
You
are begged to see doctors you say they know nothing
you know you need help, go once, and feel something
convinced you know better and use only their jargon
You
...
caught between your now and your past
could not flourish the future you wanted, got mad
pretend nothing was wrong, you’ve got this in your hands
You
break all the glasses, and smile- say it’s okay
you haven’t hurt anyone and instantly think you’ve changed,
apologize over, while we hope for this show to end
You
are begged to see doctors you say they know nothing
you know you need help, go once, and feel something
convinced you know better and use only their jargon
You
...
#relationships
#heartbroken
#MentalHealth
231 reads
4 Comments
Trip
We tiptoe 'round
feelings, and other
confuzzling things
we dare not read into
cement-stayed with ends-frayed all
stinging beneath our heart's lining.
Tickling the pineal with limerick
the ole gland, the grand ‘ship
submerged in emotion yet
surfacing empty, after and only
while we were left drowning in
home-grown defeat.
feelings, and other
confuzzling things
we dare not read into
cement-stayed with ends-frayed all
stinging beneath our heart's lining.
Tickling the pineal with limerick
the ole gland, the grand ‘ship
submerged in emotion yet
surfacing empty, after and only
while we were left drowning in
home-grown defeat.
#relationships
#emotions
298 reads
10 Comments
Seen From The Skies
Our statement stood
we couldn’t see them
in this dark night;
our evening’s serum
hindered sight
and their reflection,
brightly designed
for our protection
safety pylons
blared at us to
STOP.
In any case
we hit them hard,
our car spun forward
rubber screeching,
we start screaming,
sparks kept flying-
we closed our eyes
-before we knew it,
we went up in flame.
we couldn’t see them
in this dark night;
our evening’s serum
hindered sight
and their reflection,
brightly designed
for our protection
safety pylons
blared at us to
STOP.
In any case
we hit them hard,
our car spun forward
rubber screeching,
we start screaming,
sparks kept flying-
we closed our eyes
-before we knew it,
we went up in flame.
#regret
#dark
#death #risk
#death #risk
367 reads
8 Comments
Water
After Maria Negroni’s the Baby
Power is in nonviolence, nonresistance.
Water gives, and takes
in the tides without strife,
allowing silent strength to permeate,
take shape in reception.
Build, and break.
I am Water.
When you dig deep you find me.
You will always find me.
Mamma, stand down,
your baby is well.
He is curious, keen and lively;
his desires actualized,
he bathes in our world’s treasures.
His competence leans into your scriptures,
resides blessed among
the many...
Power is in nonviolence, nonresistance.
Water gives, and takes
in the tides without strife,
allowing silent strength to permeate,
take shape in reception.
Build, and break.
I am Water.
When you dig deep you find me.
You will always find me.
Mamma, stand down,
your baby is well.
He is curious, keen and lively;
his desires actualized,
he bathes in our world’s treasures.
His competence leans into your scriptures,
resides blessed among
the many...
#strength
#courage
#birth
#motherhood
#LifeCycle
317 reads
2 Comments
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