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.
Eliminate
Ponderances of rehearsed lines...
Expressions of thoughts and desires...
ohhh so neatly described
and
forthcoming...in my mind.
The reality of above said lines...
that is different.
Once the space of
time,
distractions,
and
place are closed...
Then the remarkably
eloquently expressive
seductive, wanton, lustful
becomes
Quiet...
Silent...
Simply requesting by looks
to have that space...
Eliminated.
To have
YOU.
Expressions of thoughts and desires...
ohhh so neatly described
and
forthcoming...in my mind.
The reality of above said lines...
that is different.
Once the space of
time,
distractions,
and
place are closed...
Then the remarkably
eloquently expressive
seductive, wanton, lustful
becomes
Quiet...
Silent...
Simply requesting by looks
to have that space...
Eliminated.
To have
YOU.
115 reads
9 Comments
Cucumbers
Cucumbers taste better pickled
For some....
Daylight comes as a curse from the nights
blissful slumber of relinquished worries now alive
Others could say
The nights covering brings on disguises
and unbridled falsehoods,
that can borderline break a person's
sense of reality
until the day breaks
For some
The floating in water can bring
a sense of
relaxation, losing all resistance
Whereas those on the other side
are unable to embrace the float..
for it is to closely related to letting go.
Too much to lay...
For some....
Daylight comes as a curse from the nights
blissful slumber of relinquished worries now alive
Others could say
The nights covering brings on disguises
and unbridled falsehoods,
that can borderline break a person's
sense of reality
until the day breaks
For some
The floating in water can bring
a sense of
relaxation, losing all resistance
Whereas those on the other side
are unable to embrace the float..
for it is to closely related to letting go.
Too much to lay...
62 reads
6 Comments
Hidden artist
There's an artist I know-
creative, instinctual, and robust
Though it seems
the road of life
adventurous trials and losses
Create
Clouds of discord
Disconnection of sorts
a severance from the
roots
the center of being
There's an artist I know
Modest and humble
Yet do not be deceived
the cover or the attempt of
can not hide
the elegant eloquence
that the
journeys are shaping
There's an artist I know
who dampened her light
even attempted to extinguish it all
but the pilot light does not die..
it...
creative, instinctual, and robust
Though it seems
the road of life
adventurous trials and losses
Create
Clouds of discord
Disconnection of sorts
a severance from the
roots
the center of being
There's an artist I know
Modest and humble
Yet do not be deceived
the cover or the attempt of
can not hide
the elegant eloquence
that the
journeys are shaping
There's an artist I know
who dampened her light
even attempted to extinguish it all
but the pilot light does not die..
it...
70 reads
8 Comments
Memorized moments
There's the moment
where the axis of earth
seems to cease movement
it's only for a second...
though in my mind the replay lasts...
and lats..
There's a moment where breathing
no longer feels needed..
Because my sustainment..
Is that moment.
There's a moment that I have memorized..
Etched into the inner depths of all of my cortexs'
It is this moment that
Invokes a warmth, internally deep
Creates the illusion of centered peace
Marks me with a recharged drive
It is this memorized moment..
It is what I hold on to...
It is...
where the axis of earth
seems to cease movement
it's only for a second...
though in my mind the replay lasts...
and lats..
There's a moment where breathing
no longer feels needed..
Because my sustainment..
Is that moment.
There's a moment that I have memorized..
Etched into the inner depths of all of my cortexs'
It is this moment that
Invokes a warmth, internally deep
Creates the illusion of centered peace
Marks me with a recharged drive
It is this memorized moment..
It is what I hold on to...
It is...
104 reads
14 Comments
Approaches
Attempt to string along words
for clarity..
yet ambiguous enough to create
an illusion of
traverse travels
if even just for
a trip across the street
This type of rambling expressions
I most closely align myself with...
it is also my own deficit
one aiming to improve
The freedom of words
to a page--
beyond the minds track,
creates a self-levitating
phenom...
called a poet
and for me--one day I will be assured in this title.....
for clarity..
yet ambiguous enough to create
an illusion of
traverse travels
if even just for
a trip across the street
This type of rambling expressions
I most closely align myself with...
it is also my own deficit
one aiming to improve
The freedom of words
to a page--
beyond the minds track,
creates a self-levitating
phenom...
called a poet
and for me--one day I will be assured in this title.....
90 reads
10 Comments
My Son's recipe for life
So oldest son and I (15 years old) chatting about a poetic exercise...asked him to come up with a recipe for life...
1 cup of love
1 tsp of humbleness
2 cups of courage
1 oz. selflessness
cook it up
fry it up
chop it up
add a lil' gravy
and boooo yowww--
forgiveness patty served
Smiles--gotta love that kiddo!
1 cup of love
1 tsp of humbleness
2 cups of courage
1 oz. selflessness
cook it up
fry it up
chop it up
add a lil' gravy
and boooo yowww--
forgiveness patty served
Smiles--gotta love that kiddo!
110 reads
25 Comments
Dots....do I have to connect?
Connections...
They have a funny way of
making themselves
known,
hidden,
bold,
and even subtle...
Kind of like the past...
Choosing what seems randomly
to creep up to remembrance.
To create a sense of pining.
To emote feelings once believed buried.
Attempt of webbed confusion,
masked in memories of what was....
Connections
even when broken...
somehow they still remain.
They have a funny way of
making themselves
known,
hidden,
bold,
and even subtle...
Kind of like the past...
Choosing what seems randomly
to creep up to remembrance.
To create a sense of pining.
To emote feelings once believed buried.
Attempt of webbed confusion,
masked in memories of what was....
Connections
even when broken...
somehow they still remain.
91 reads
11 Comments
Reflection of a word
The prefix "sub"
alludes to beneath or under...
Mission...
a goal to be completed...
Submission, at first take of the
word...may seem like a weakness
of heart
But I disagree
Strength is in the action of
releasing, letting go, baring all.
Submission is creating a sense of
Trust..precious in itself
Understanding...the joy in humbling
Submersing in emotional freedom
Completion created within self
Submission...
My reflection of a word
alludes to beneath or under...
Mission...
a goal to be completed...
Submission, at first take of the
word...may seem like a weakness
of heart
But I disagree
Strength is in the action of
releasing, letting go, baring all.
Submission is creating a sense of
Trust..precious in itself
Understanding...the joy in humbling
Submersing in emotional freedom
Completion created within self
Submission...
My reflection of a word
87 reads
2 Comments
If only
If only the charade could end
If only we could both truly see
Time has come and gone
and yet we still spin circles...
Loving you doesn't seem the same...
Trusting you even harder!
Even with all the movement,
the chaos,
and utter disillusions...
I still cling to you!
I still desire you!
I still...
Simply I still...
If only we could both truly see
Time has come and gone
and yet we still spin circles...
Loving you doesn't seem the same...
Trusting you even harder!
Even with all the movement,
the chaos,
and utter disillusions...
I still cling to you!
I still desire you!
I still...
Simply I still...
92 reads
10 Comments
One Night..inspired by Poetikmind
One night...
Hours limited but
imaginations not!
There's something about
Connections that bind souls
If even for a moment...
Labels of love and lust not to be applied
Because for this one night
It is a game of Monopoly...
Where you are my Boardwalk and Parkplace
The game where
Even calling Uno..won't stop this from happening
So go ahead and play your word in Scrabble...
Because next is Truth or Dare
and I dare you to take this on...
For one night...
One night only!
Hours limited but
imaginations not!
There's something about
Connections that bind souls
If even for a moment...
Labels of love and lust not to be applied
Because for this one night
It is a game of Monopoly...
Where you are my Boardwalk and Parkplace
The game where
Even calling Uno..won't stop this from happening
So go ahead and play your word in Scrabble...
Because next is Truth or Dare
and I dare you to take this on...
For one night...
One night only!
253 reads
9 Comments
Responses......
It's interesting how
typed words
on a screen
can create so many varying..
questions,
between the line wonders,
lingering interactions of surpised
origins...
Then again questions tend tend to answer
themselves,
in due time.
Realities in life can take on varying forms...
So imaginations and
oh so real feelings stirred...
My response...
Come what may...
Come what may...
typed words
on a screen
can create so many varying..
questions,
between the line wonders,
lingering interactions of surpised
origins...
Then again questions tend tend to answer
themselves,
in due time.
Realities in life can take on varying forms...
So imaginations and
oh so real feelings stirred...
My response...
Come what may...
Come what may...
72 reads
8 Comments
Severed Ties
It’s interesting of human interactions
They
Web, weave, and morph
Themselves into complex
Geometrical expressions..
Oh sooo beautiful from afar
But up close—
You can see the
Tangles, knots, and missing strings,
Even prey caught up without release
Repairs being made to other areas
Scrambles to make it all whole
A continual evolving cycle—
Never truly perfected
Beautifully continuing forward
And at some points disconnecting
Creating severed ties
Connections ceased
Without regret as a new
Embarking its own
Web,...
They
Web, weave, and morph
Themselves into complex
Geometrical expressions..
Oh sooo beautiful from afar
But up close—
You can see the
Tangles, knots, and missing strings,
Even prey caught up without release
Repairs being made to other areas
Scrambles to make it all whole
A continual evolving cycle—
Never truly perfected
Beautifully continuing forward
And at some points disconnecting
Creating severed ties
Connections ceased
Without regret as a new
Embarking its own
Web,...
80 reads
4 Comments
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