Submissions by GentleStorm
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I guess I write poems.
Advice from Electra:
Use your family to create a list of things to avoid.
When you see them
Run.
Do not fall in love with the madman who has a charming smile.
He is only smiling because he is disillusioned.
He thinks reality is hell.
Do not fall for the philosopher who loves reason more than sanity.
He seeks connection but loneliness lurks in his soul.
Isolation spreads like tuberculosis.
Do not fall for the man who tries to sell you his heart.
He sells things for a living. He is counting down the tragic days
until he hits rock bottom and must sell...
When you see them
Run.
Do not fall in love with the madman who has a charming smile.
He is only smiling because he is disillusioned.
He thinks reality is hell.
Do not fall for the philosopher who loves reason more than sanity.
He seeks connection but loneliness lurks in his soul.
Isolation spreads like tuberculosis.
Do not fall for the man who tries to sell you his heart.
He sells things for a living. He is counting down the tragic days
until he hits rock bottom and must sell...
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Blind Dates
The question hung in the air
like a fish on a hook
flopping and writhing
gills pulsing
It was quite miserable, really.
I never did like fishing.
like a fish on a hook
flopping and writhing
gills pulsing
It was quite miserable, really.
I never did like fishing.
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To My Favorite (2)
Oceans aren't that wide
compared to the ever-expanding Universe
the molecules of our minds
have connected accidentally
and pens were made to be mightier than miles
Your love for Doc Martens is just like how I love
faux-leather jackets that I'll never be "cool" enough
to pull off. I stick to polka-dot socks and band shirts
I'll leave the bad-assery to you.
Your soul isn't pure.
You've lived life, after all.
Your a weird one.
Keep being strange.
I'm so sorry for writing this odd non-poem.
It's...
compared to the ever-expanding Universe
the molecules of our minds
have connected accidentally
and pens were made to be mightier than miles
Your love for Doc Martens is just like how I love
faux-leather jackets that I'll never be "cool" enough
to pull off. I stick to polka-dot socks and band shirts
I'll leave the bad-assery to you.
Your soul isn't pure.
You've lived life, after all.
Your a weird one.
Keep being strange.
I'm so sorry for writing this odd non-poem.
It's...
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Discontented Late Night Thoughts
I feel like there is some secret to normality that my parents forgot to share with me. While I was watching the Muppets and fearing imperfection, were other kids being encoded with the things which tell them it's okay to fuck up? Were other kids learning how to let loose and lose control? While I was tapping it out to Bread were other kids learning the rhythm of hip hop when they were 8 years old? Were they learning conformity while I was learning to scream?
I feel like my parents forgot to teach me the secret on how to capture contentedness. My whole life has been a series of misplaced...
I feel like my parents forgot to teach me the secret on how to capture contentedness. My whole life has been a series of misplaced...
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Caffeinated Reflections
I have a mind that echoes with white noise and TV snow clogs my veins
Coffee brings out the chaos in the pit of my stomach
I know that's it more than chemical reactions in my brain
The anxiety and frustration just becomes a little more intense
and procrastination is more difficult to sustain
as demons work their way into my lungs, trying to claw through tissue
like sunshine slashes through rain.
Contentedness is the 30 second interlude to my rhythm-less symphony
And happiness is something I've felt more often than I've ever been allowed to share ...
Coffee brings out the chaos in the pit of my stomach
I know that's it more than chemical reactions in my brain
The anxiety and frustration just becomes a little more intense
and procrastination is more difficult to sustain
as demons work their way into my lungs, trying to claw through tissue
like sunshine slashes through rain.
Contentedness is the 30 second interlude to my rhythm-less symphony
And happiness is something I've felt more often than I've ever been allowed to share ...
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Things I Think to Avoid Writing College Essays (to be continued)
When did duct tape and lips sewn shut become so fashionable?
Or is it just another trait encoded into DNA, unraveling as we age
and disguising itself as a trend so that we don't shrivel under the oppressiveness of silence?
It's said that, "in the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king" but it's not our eyes that are closed.
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I've discovered what makes me happy
just in time for another deadline
and the cycle continues.
There has to be some way to...
Or is it just another trait encoded into DNA, unraveling as we age
and disguising itself as a trend so that we don't shrivel under the oppressiveness of silence?
It's said that, "in the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king" but it's not our eyes that are closed.
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I've discovered what makes me happy
just in time for another deadline
and the cycle continues.
There has to be some way to...
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thoughts at 2 am
The existential crisis of a college student is normal. It is expected. It is common. Everyone tries to prepare you for it. But no matter how in love you are with existential philosophy or nihilism or general pondering about the meaning of life and your purpose in the world...you are never prepared for the reevaluation of life brought on by moving out of your house, having to interact with a bunch of new people, while forcing yourself through freshmen level classes that feel like high school all over again but without the really cool teachers that made nerdy jokes or played guitar or made...
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Essays and Narratives (and Cancer)
i’ve written about this shit about 50 times in the last 7 years
it never gets any less awful
i don’t like this memory
so stop requesting that i write about powerful things
or things that impacted me
because the most pivotal moments in my life
are ones of heartbreak and misery
it never gets any less awful
i don’t like this memory
so stop requesting that i write about powerful things
or things that impacted me
because the most pivotal moments in my life
are ones of heartbreak and misery
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Cliches
Your mind is like an ocean,
it matches your crystalline eyes
with its depth.
Your lips are the covers of a book
and I want to wind my way between them;
I'm sure there's a whole new world inside
Your chin is like sandpaper
scratching my neck and sending
shivers down my spine
Your voice is warm honey
dripping down my throat
nevermind the bee stings
Baby,
I'm the pun
You're the punchline
We're two matching puzzle pieces
You complete me
Or something
it matches your crystalline eyes
with its depth.
Your lips are the covers of a book
and I want to wind my way between them;
I'm sure there's a whole new world inside
Your chin is like sandpaper
scratching my neck and sending
shivers down my spine
Your voice is warm honey
dripping down my throat
nevermind the bee stings
Baby,
I'm the pun
You're the punchline
We're two matching puzzle pieces
You complete me
Or something
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it's hard to remember that you are a vicitim
Your words are not violent
they do not bruise my soul
like fists blacken eyes
Instead they are like poison
seeping into my skin without
my knowledge
You are a victim
Life has kicked you like a dog
and your best boxing gloves
haven’t earned you a single blow in return
You remind me when you’re angry
of how I failed you. How I broke
your trust. How you have nightmares.
Still. How there is no fuckin point
anymore.
And we were only fourteen, not...
they do not bruise my soul
like fists blacken eyes
Instead they are like poison
seeping into my skin without
my knowledge
You are a victim
Life has kicked you like a dog
and your best boxing gloves
haven’t earned you a single blow in return
You remind me when you’re angry
of how I failed you. How I broke
your trust. How you have nightmares.
Still. How there is no fuckin point
anymore.
And we were only fourteen, not...
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Friend Collector
She tries people on like new shoes
testing just how far she can run in them
and how supportive their souls are
she wants to pick the ones that make her ass look the nicest
and pretend as she polishes them with fairy dust
that she is so good at keeping her shoes lookin' new
testing just how far she can run in them
and how supportive their souls are
she wants to pick the ones that make her ass look the nicest
and pretend as she polishes them with fairy dust
that she is so good at keeping her shoes lookin' new
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Guilt
I keep roses in dilapidated sheds
because moss grows best in the darkness
and it's all about fairness,
right?
because moss grows best in the darkness
and it's all about fairness,
right?
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DU Poetry : Submissions by GentleStorm