Submissions by niknshell
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Not sure if I have a style..I often just write off the cuff and go whatever direction the wind leads me.
Speaking
To me Karma is an interesting....enigma
To me the escape of her is like
attempting
to seek shelter
under a branchless tree...
For me Karma is much more
interesting to watch...
Interesting to see how her
deceitful tease
leads one to believe
their own
fables, tales and stories...
Helps them grow in their boldness
and emblazoned sense of self...
Goals and accomplishments
of yet another eye with
pulled wool--
See Karma, she has been known to be a bitch-
She has a way about her...
skilfully plays both teams...
To me the escape of her is like
attempting
to seek shelter
under a branchless tree...
For me Karma is much more
interesting to watch...
Interesting to see how her
deceitful tease
leads one to believe
their own
fables, tales and stories...
Helps them grow in their boldness
and emblazoned sense of self...
Goals and accomplishments
of yet another eye with
pulled wool--
See Karma, she has been known to be a bitch-
She has a way about her...
skilfully plays both teams...
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Used to...
Masks, fascades, split-worlds...
Used to wonder how they could exist
in one person.
Wonder how someone could keep up the lies...
Keep up the front of total belief...
Master manipulator of facts.
Proficiently dodging and creating new realities...
I used to wonder how someone could be so
skilled
at utter lies and twists...
Then I realized that
the One..that was so skilled
well..lets make that two.
Why not?
Your game of Cinderella escapes
They can be yours...
I am more of Mulan princess type.
Your lies won't have to be...
Used to wonder how they could exist
in one person.
Wonder how someone could keep up the lies...
Keep up the front of total belief...
Master manipulator of facts.
Proficiently dodging and creating new realities...
I used to wonder how someone could be so
skilled
at utter lies and twists...
Then I realized that
the One..that was so skilled
well..lets make that two.
Why not?
Your game of Cinderella escapes
They can be yours...
I am more of Mulan princess type.
Your lies won't have to be...
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Shall we...
In here...
here is where the melody
lies.
Where it grows and where it sets out to be
released.
In here is where for moments...
whether a four count, a salsa, or even a hypnotic slow wind...
This is where memories cease to on the forefront.
In this place I feel the creation...
the making of new memories.
Ones not tied to circumstances...
or even expectations.
It is here I extend my hand,
...let the beat and melody flow
extend myself completely in this moment...
and humbly express to you,
Thank you for this dance.
here is where the melody
lies.
Where it grows and where it sets out to be
released.
In here is where for moments...
whether a four count, a salsa, or even a hypnotic slow wind...
This is where memories cease to on the forefront.
In this place I feel the creation...
the making of new memories.
Ones not tied to circumstances...
or even expectations.
It is here I extend my hand,
...let the beat and melody flow
extend myself completely in this moment...
and humbly express to you,
Thank you for this dance.
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Recollections
Simply passing along the day...
interesting remnants of times past
makes their way to the surface.
Whether it is the reading of a poem,
the voice of another,
that one song that never fails,
or maybe its the delectable vision
of someone else similar...
Recollections
of times,
smells,
and touches
Seem to replay in looped succession
never ending mental simulations
that increase to physical
manually accelerated
manifested
recollections....
in a loop succession.......
interesting remnants of times past
makes their way to the surface.
Whether it is the reading of a poem,
the voice of another,
that one song that never fails,
or maybe its the delectable vision
of someone else similar...
Recollections
of times,
smells,
and touches
Seem to replay in looped succession
never ending mental simulations
that increase to physical
manually accelerated
manifested
recollections....
in a loop succession.......
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My Little....no longer
The silhouette is expanding...
The swells and curvatures of
the landscape are
Maturing before my eyes.
I can remember the days as
small seedling...
Taking in the world around...
Now expanding presence allows for you
to now longer just take in
but also give to the world...
Even so,
Still visible is room for growth
It is my pleasure and honor to watch
you,
my son...
Make your
mark,
path,
life....
The swells and curvatures of
the landscape are
Maturing before my eyes.
I can remember the days as
small seedling...
Taking in the world around...
Now expanding presence allows for you
to now longer just take in
but also give to the world...
Even so,
Still visible is room for growth
It is my pleasure and honor to watch
you,
my son...
Make your
mark,
path,
life....
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"Hypothetically Speaking"
SO if I said let's be true..
could you?
If I asked you to place your heart
not in my hand...
but right on the table
would you?
If I asked you to count your blessings
are you able?
If I questioned your truth,
what would you do?
If I lost the ability to fight,
for us,
what could you do?
If I could no longer see the spark at the end
of the tunnel...what questions would you have?
If I asked you to let me go...
could you?
Hypothetically speaking...
could you?
If I asked you to place your heart
not in my hand...
but right on the table
would you?
If I asked you to count your blessings
are you able?
If I questioned your truth,
what would you do?
If I lost the ability to fight,
for us,
what could you do?
If I could no longer see the spark at the end
of the tunnel...what questions would you have?
If I asked you to let me go...
could you?
Hypothetically speaking...
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This day....
The skies have always been my solace
Looking up to read and receive what
is for me.
I have seen anger in the skies,
a reflection of internal turmoil, that turned
into reflective rays before my eyes...
a reminder that change will come.
I have seen forgiveness in the skies, not for others,
but for myself..letting go and letting in.
I have seen strength and resilience in the worlds above, a reminder to me to never let go of...
You?
US?
The fuzziness I was seeing is now...
Looking up to read and receive what
is for me.
I have seen anger in the skies,
a reflection of internal turmoil, that turned
into reflective rays before my eyes...
a reminder that change will come.
I have seen forgiveness in the skies, not for others,
but for myself..letting go and letting in.
I have seen strength and resilience in the worlds above, a reminder to me to never let go of...
You?
US?
The fuzziness I was seeing is now...
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Exhale
There comes a point...
a point where the inspiration
of life...
of the daily grinds...
of the silver linings...
As deep and even as shallow
as you go...
Never seems to be in sync.
Mental distillations become
Physical manifestations..
which
if allowed
become a personal crucifixion
of self doing....
The reversal of this..
is simple...
No more waiting...
Just exhale!
a point where the inspiration
of life...
of the daily grinds...
of the silver linings...
As deep and even as shallow
as you go...
Never seems to be in sync.
Mental distillations become
Physical manifestations..
which
if allowed
become a personal crucifixion
of self doing....
The reversal of this..
is simple...
No more waiting...
Just exhale!
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Stalemate
Stale:
old, past gone, unused, discarded...
Mate:
partner, acquaintance, comrade, foe...
Stalemate:
tie, roadblock, unfinished, winless
Relational stalemate-
Marriage.......................
old, past gone, unused, discarded...
Mate:
partner, acquaintance, comrade, foe...
Stalemate:
tie, roadblock, unfinished, winless
Relational stalemate-
Marriage.......................
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Dancing clouds
Dreams
Are just that dreams...
or are they aspiration and thoughts..
striving to become a reality?
My reality is sometimes
Wanting, loving, and
holding on...
actually creating a
noose..
that is fit so snuggly..
that the littlest of movements
create a choke hold
My reality becomes stark...
a realization that by letting go..
I am really letting myself
BE,
This foresight will one day be my hindsight..
Goodbye dreams..till we meet again.
Are just that dreams...
or are they aspiration and thoughts..
striving to become a reality?
My reality is sometimes
Wanting, loving, and
holding on...
actually creating a
noose..
that is fit so snuggly..
that the littlest of movements
create a choke hold
My reality becomes stark...
a realization that by letting go..
I am really letting myself
BE,
This foresight will one day be my hindsight..
Goodbye dreams..till we meet again.
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When Did I?
I question at what point...
Did I know?
Followed by inquisitions regarding
When did I stop being enough for you..
or was I ever?
These questions are followed by suspicions
that lead to nowhere...
because the roads are closed.
Of course this creates
a nasty
cycle of self doubt, fatigue, and
endless hindsight phenoms--but for what?
Even if I knew the "point"
What would it matter?
Desiring a connection so strong-
the sun and moon get jealous.
Yearning for the knowledge
of
ones's heart heart without...
Did I know?
Followed by inquisitions regarding
When did I stop being enough for you..
or was I ever?
These questions are followed by suspicions
that lead to nowhere...
because the roads are closed.
Of course this creates
a nasty
cycle of self doubt, fatigue, and
endless hindsight phenoms--but for what?
Even if I knew the "point"
What would it matter?
Desiring a connection so strong-
the sun and moon get jealous.
Yearning for the knowledge
of
ones's heart heart without...
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Me between--thoughts illicited from JJJay Against the Wall
Against the wall
Between the hardness of
the wall
and you
I feel myself
Once again...
without
inhibition...
Ready and willing
to try,share, and learn
it all
over and over...
Closing my eyes
to let me
FEEL...
traces of you
are everywhere
at once.
The sounds of
deep bass
and alto moans
mixed in
with the
staccato soprano
notes of surprised
deliciousness..
Finished?
mmmmmmm....
Not with me
between
you
and
the
wall...
It's just beginning
Between the hardness of
the wall
and you
I feel myself
Once again...
without
inhibition...
Ready and willing
to try,share, and learn
it all
over and over...
Closing my eyes
to let me
FEEL...
traces of you
are everywhere
at once.
The sounds of
deep bass
and alto moans
mixed in
with the
staccato soprano
notes of surprised
deliciousness..
Finished?
mmmmmmm....
Not with me
between
you
and
the
wall...
It's just beginning
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