Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 5:37am
14th Feb 2025 5:37am
just another day (Feb 14)
I spent the day making paper lanterns
and chasing my 4 year old around
pretending they were jellyfish
the sound of his laughter
in the list of top 10 things
I've ever heard
We made an overbaked strawberry cake
for Valentine's Day
drew a jam heart in the centre
before we put it in the oven
it came out looking like a murder scene
so I added maserated strawberries
to try and improve upon it
and perhaps I did
because it now looks like
mushy disemboweled organs
are crawling out of the murder heart ...
and chasing my 4 year old around
pretending they were jellyfish
the sound of his laughter
in the list of top 10 things
I've ever heard
We made an overbaked strawberry cake
for Valentine's Day
drew a jam heart in the centre
before we put it in the oven
it came out looking like a murder scene
so I added maserated strawberries
to try and improve upon it
and perhaps I did
because it now looks like
mushy disemboweled organs
are crawling out of the murder heart ...
#childhood
#children
#family
#funny
#love
108 reads
12 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 10:41pm
12th Feb 2025 10:41pm
Secrets - A Boy's Longing For Mum
Email to Lana Holmes
Sent Sunday 14 September
Sender: Robert Holmes (Reply)
Subject: The Puppy
Message: Dad and Aunty Mel took me to a farm today. We might be getting a puppy. I'm going to call it Freddy. Freddy is a real person who lives in The Factory. He writes poetry. He's got long white hair and he looks like an old wizard. I think he's brilliant. Dad and Aunty Mel got talking to him yesterday and he's really funny. He said he's going to teach me to play harmonica. He wants us all to go to his flat for buttered crumpets and tea. I'm very excited about...
Sent Sunday 14 September
Sender: Robert Holmes (Reply)
Subject: The Puppy
Message: Dad and Aunty Mel took me to a farm today. We might be getting a puppy. I'm going to call it Freddy. Freddy is a real person who lives in The Factory. He writes poetry. He's got long white hair and he looks like an old wizard. I think he's brilliant. Dad and Aunty Mel got talking to him yesterday and he's really funny. He said he's going to teach me to play harmonica. He wants us all to go to his flat for buttered crumpets and tea. I'm very excited about...
#family
#mystery
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Poetic_Seduction
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 8:20pm
11th Feb 2025 8:20pm
Surprise! Part 3 (Next Morning)
#dirty
#erotic
#family
#orgasm
#sex
160 reads
2 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 1:10am
11th Feb 2025 1:10am
It's a wonderful life
As a comet burns bright
And streaks across the night sky
So goes life
Against the fabric of time
Blink and you might miss
This strange celestial star
As it burns itself out
Fragmented from friction
But those lucky enough
To see it's blazing glory
Will speak of the miracle
They were blessed to see
And I will also
Count myself fortunate
To witness this mysterious magic
In a cursed and weary world
And streaks across the night sky
So goes life
Against the fabric of time
Blink and you might miss
This strange celestial star
As it burns itself out
Fragmented from friction
But those lucky enough
To see it's blazing glory
Will speak of the miracle
They were blessed to see
And I will also
Count myself fortunate
To witness this mysterious magic
In a cursed and weary world
#family
#gratitude
#hope
#inspirational
#nature
72 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 8:14pm
4th Feb 2025 8:14pm
Secrets - Freddy Again
Back at The Factory, we bump into Freddy again in the entrance hallway.
'Hello, hello, hello,' he says, peering at us through the rimless specs. He's wearing a pullover and walking boots with thick grey socks. 'And where have we been today?'
'We went to a puppy farm,' Robert says.
'Aye, and very nice too. Are yous planning on buying a dog?'
I answer. 'It was just for fun. Robert and Mel like dogs. I tolerate them as long as they don't bark and whine for too long. I prefer cats, myself.'
'Aye,...
'Hello, hello, hello,' he says, peering at us through the rimless specs. He's wearing a pullover and walking boots with thick grey socks. 'And where have we been today?'
'We went to a puppy farm,' Robert says.
'Aye, and very nice too. Are yous planning on buying a dog?'
I answer. 'It was just for fun. Robert and Mel like dogs. I tolerate them as long as they don't bark and whine for too long. I prefer cats, myself.'
'Aye,...
#family
#mystery
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 9:30pm
1st Feb 2025 9:30pm
Secrets - The Puppy Farm
Day After Pub Evening With Gordon
After lunch, Mel drives Robert and me to the farm to see a litter of puppies. The dogs are based in Yorkshire, a collection of chocolate and black Labradors, nine of them under heat lamps, small woolly things with drooping mouths and serious eyes and tiny tails that swish from side to side. The smell inside the annexe to the farmhouse is strong, like a mixture of manure and peroxide. In the pen outside, the adult dogs bark in excitement when they see us, one tall black Labrador jumping up to nip my fingers.
'That's Isaac,'...
After lunch, Mel drives Robert and me to the farm to see a litter of puppies. The dogs are based in Yorkshire, a collection of chocolate and black Labradors, nine of them under heat lamps, small woolly things with drooping mouths and serious eyes and tiny tails that swish from side to side. The smell inside the annexe to the farmhouse is strong, like a mixture of manure and peroxide. In the pen outside, the adult dogs bark in excitement when they see us, one tall black Labrador jumping up to nip my fingers.
'That's Isaac,'...
#family
#mystery
#nature #son
#nature #son
89 reads
4 Comments
Nvmb
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 3:21am
19th Jan 2025 3:21am
Echoes of You
You’ve gone somewhere I can’t follow,
A hollow path, a silent sorrow.
Your eyes don’t meet mine anymore,
You’ve locked the light behind a door.
I reach for you, but you’re not there,
A phantom caught in empty air.
Where did you go?
What did you see?
We’re left with shadows
Where you should be.
You’re slipping through,
We’re losing the fight—
A ghost in the day,
A wisp in the night.
What have you found, so far, so deep?
What takes your soul while we can’t sleep?
Your silence screams, your shadow...
A hollow path, a silent sorrow.
Your eyes don’t meet mine anymore,
You’ve locked the light behind a door.
I reach for you, but you’re not there,
A phantom caught in empty air.
Where did you go?
What did you see?
We’re left with shadows
Where you should be.
You’re slipping through,
We’re losing the fight—
A ghost in the day,
A wisp in the night.
What have you found, so far, so deep?
What takes your soul while we can’t sleep?
Your silence screams, your shadow...
#dark
#disappointment
#family
#memories
#son
125 reads
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 9:09am
6th Jan 2025 9:09am
Secrets - Disagreement
What's up?' Mel says as I make a start of the supper. 'Is it about that bloke downstairs offering to teach Robert the harmonica?'
She's chosen her moment well. Robert's in the shower. 'Well,' I say. 'You saw how he was with Freddy.'
'He was just intrigued, that's all.'
'Yeah, I know. But I'm his dad.'
'Yes, and you’re a good dad.'
'Really?'
'Course you are.'
'Look, he doesn't speak to me. He blanks me all the time.'
'Me too,' Mel says. 'Listen, I've been thinking about it a lot...
She's chosen her moment well. Robert's in the shower. 'Well,' I say. 'You saw how he was with Freddy.'
'He was just intrigued, that's all.'
'Yeah, I know. But I'm his dad.'
'Yes, and you’re a good dad.'
'Really?'
'Course you are.'
'Look, he doesn't speak to me. He blanks me all the time.'
'Me too,' Mel says. 'Listen, I've been thinking about it a lot...
#childhood
#family
#memories
110 reads
4 Comments
jenny_way
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 3:53pm
5th Jan 2025 3:53pm
I’ve never thought…
I’ve never thought I’d be put in that place
Was laughing at first, but realized then
Even when I cried, I couldn’t believe
I wish this all has been a dim dream
I believed I was wrong
Like the problem is me
But now I know
That it all has been you
You’re the one who blamed others for your mistakes
And don’t you dare to do that again
Who knows what will be further, we’ll see
Splitting up or living the same
But stop , is it plus 1 now
Or minus , in my family ?
Was laughing at first, but realized then
Even when I cried, I couldn’t believe
I wish this all has been a dim dream
I believed I was wrong
Like the problem is me
But now I know
That it all has been you
You’re the one who blamed others for your mistakes
And don’t you dare to do that again
Who knows what will be further, we’ll see
Splitting up or living the same
But stop , is it plus 1 now
Or minus , in my family ?
#family
77 reads
1 Comment
scalesofascorpion
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 4:05pm
3rd Jan 2025 4:05pm
almost
would you please
be my friend
I’m so lonely
a year past thirty
and I think I’ve been alone
where it counts
most of my life
no matter how I’ve tried
to be worth anybody’s time
that’s fine
I’ll do it on my own
as much as I can
but a one man band
only has so many hands
and I thought that family
was supposed to understand
I’ve run out of miracle plans
my heart caves in like sinking sand
so no, I won’t come
worship your god on Sundays
learn how I need to
suffer...
be my friend
I’m so lonely
a year past thirty
and I think I’ve been alone
where it counts
most of my life
no matter how I’ve tried
to be worth anybody’s time
that’s fine
I’ll do it on my own
as much as I can
but a one man band
only has so many hands
and I thought that family
was supposed to understand
I’ve run out of miracle plans
my heart caves in like sinking sand
so no, I won’t come
worship your god on Sundays
learn how I need to
suffer...
#family
#loneliness
#love #suffering
#love #suffering
124 reads
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wordsonthebrain
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 9:53pm
2nd Jan 2025 9:53pm
Mama, why?
Mama, why do you turn away?
It's like you never want to look me in the eyes
Until you are screaming,
Then all I see is a blaze of who you want me to be.
A bleeding creature, mother and child,
What curse have you turned upon me?
That which I have always been destined to stumble before,
Is that which still hurts most deeply.
It's like you never want to look me in the eyes
Until you are screaming,
Then all I see is a blaze of who you want me to be.
A bleeding creature, mother and child,
What curse have you turned upon me?
That which I have always been destined to stumble before,
Is that which still hurts most deeply.
#anxiety
#family
#LGBT
#mother
#relationships
90 reads
1 Comment
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 1:09am
20th Dec 2024 1:09am
the real you won't be framed on a wall
I let a lifetime of lies
crash over me
and I would rather deny
the truth than see you
as you really are
It's embarrassing now
that I held you up so high
a pedestal you shouldn't
have been gifted with
in my childhood memories
that I haven't outgrown
Because I wanted to be like
the best parts of you
and pretend that everything else
wasn't toxic
But you're so toxic
and I'm left searching
for an antidote
only to come up empty
and self medicate instead
...
crash over me
and I would rather deny
the truth than see you
as you really are
It's embarrassing now
that I held you up so high
a pedestal you shouldn't
have been gifted with
in my childhood memories
that I haven't outgrown
Because I wanted to be like
the best parts of you
and pretend that everything else
wasn't toxic
But you're so toxic
and I'm left searching
for an antidote
only to come up empty
and self medicate instead
...
#family
#TruthOfLife
209 reads
10 Comments
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