Submissions by rainbow_sunshine (Wendy)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My goal: be worthy of the attentive ear and open mind
Warming up to Cold
I used to let the snow simply fall onto my skin
without any attention paid
to how it suspended the discreet barrier between
flesh and false exterior.
Yet,
nothing remains
outdoors anymore.
Venturing in causes me
to leak out.
Walking out leads me
back in.
A symbiotic relationship with snow
reminds me of this journey.
I constrict a clump of white within my fist
allowing the warmth of my palm
to embrace the swelling rawness
as slush
turns to ice
melts to water.
Becoming less resistant...
without any attention paid
to how it suspended the discreet barrier between
flesh and false exterior.
Yet,
nothing remains
outdoors anymore.
Venturing in causes me
to leak out.
Walking out leads me
back in.
A symbiotic relationship with snow
reminds me of this journey.
I constrict a clump of white within my fist
allowing the warmth of my palm
to embrace the swelling rawness
as slush
turns to ice
melts to water.
Becoming less resistant...
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Blind Faith
This is how the story always ends. They gave you wings and then asked you to stay on the ground. You catch yourself being vain as you spend longer searching for your reflection rather than framing what you see as art. The puckered purple skin performs a ritual of remembering. With pride I can recall each fall. Did it ever end? And what happens when you finally hit the floor? If contentment was consistent would we all just sit and stare? I could stare into my eyes for hours. Sometimes I do. And then I realize the walls have come a lot closer. It used to take longer to walk to the edge and...
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Healing
Virulent virus of the mind
veered
into obscurity.
The tick tock of unconscious time
releases understanding.
A stark contrast between the light of absurd indifference
and the sense of realizing
there is no use
believing
in failure.
Take up arms against
repression
of desires
for something less
which ultimately means
much more.
The primary collection of memory
ceases to exist
now
we take it in in heaps and grasping
now
there was...
veered
into obscurity.
The tick tock of unconscious time
releases understanding.
A stark contrast between the light of absurd indifference
and the sense of realizing
there is no use
believing
in failure.
Take up arms against
repression
of desires
for something less
which ultimately means
much more.
The primary collection of memory
ceases to exist
now
we take it in in heaps and grasping
now
there was...
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Old Souls
Everyone treats their age in a typically nerotic way. As if it's something to run from, deny, embrace...as if it was more than just impossibly never ending tumbling forward...unless it's not. The thing about getting to be my age is you have a keener sense of responsibility. By this point- you know there is no time left for fucking around...and after any amount of time (my aries stuborness kicked this into high gear) even the desire to slow down dissolves. ironically. slowing down is the only way one may truly gain any speed. That's the point I am at right now. Slowing Down. Rejuvination. I...
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Technological Fodder
I imagine the world would be a better place if everyone treated their bodies like they treated their technology. Could you imagine what life would be like if we responded to our emotional needs as quickly as a text? If we paid attention to the subtle nuances in voice as well as we responded to our different ring tones? If our yawns were responded to in the same way as a low battery signal? If only getting eight hours of sleep was as important as charging our lap tops. How much more enjoyable our days would be if we got as many hand shakes as our fridge and as much eye contact as our...
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No more Know
I can feel it. The way it feels when I see Him next. It could be a week from now or a year. It could be at the end of this life or in the next. He may be another manifestation or He may still be locked behind those golden mystery orbs which gazed within and set my Soul at ease. He desired the fire. He desired adventure and spontaneity and the instantaneous revolution of Love. He was and saw and made a reflection. What did He see? What did He feel? How did He know? How did I know? It was our breathing. It was the reciprocation of our sacred moment. It was the way he pressed his toes on top of...
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Forest Awakening
I knew it could not be real. Nights on earth were not like this. It is only real within the framework of a game or a book or a movie; that temporary escapism that pulls us out from a rather banal life. But it is real. You can see the lasers as they dance across your retina and you can feel the cool breeze from the night slide up your leg. You can hear the metallic cries of a new sound and you can taste a fine alkaline coolness in the back of your throat. You drift among the lights and the souls and dance between and through spirits that haunt the night with you. And it is all real and...
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As Art Dies
If we continue to grow and expand recklessly unaware (or uncaring) of future repercussions, one day we will run out. There will not be enough natural resources to meet our basic needs. Natural selection (although we danced around it for millenniums) will force our numbers lower. One day (and many will argue or ponder exactly when this day will come) things will become precious again. Once every little scrap is precious (as artist always knew they were) designation will be made and all resources will be hoarded. They will take the materials from us, and in the only way humanity has ever known...
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Are you listening?
Am I speaking to fast? Am I boring? Have I told this story
before? Am I a bit rough around the edges? Did you get a
little disappointed? Do I slip of the edge sometimes? Can you
see me drowning? Do you feel compelled to help? Do you
understand there is nothing you can do? Do you want to stay
with me anyways? Do you see that when I float, the water seems
to hug me? Do you notice how calm I can be before the storm
hits? Do you notice how long it takes for me to resurface? Do
you see me come back stronger? Am I lying to myself? Have I
already died? Is...
before? Am I a bit rough around the edges? Did you get a
little disappointed? Do I slip of the edge sometimes? Can you
see me drowning? Do you feel compelled to help? Do you
understand there is nothing you can do? Do you want to stay
with me anyways? Do you see that when I float, the water seems
to hug me? Do you notice how calm I can be before the storm
hits? Do you notice how long it takes for me to resurface? Do
you see me come back stronger? Am I lying to myself? Have I
already died? Is...
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Electric White Mirror
imagine a boy
and a girl
who are not a boy and girl at all.
she spent her years
courting intelligence
and courage.
she delved
into lonely places and found
the only loneliness she felt
was in denial
of her splendor.
everyone despised her
for her innocence and drive,
yet she reminded them- I know it doesn't look this way-
but haven't you always wanted it to?
he wept for the world
beat his breast
and did his best
to stay fixated
on the next
shift.
hungry for submission...
and a girl
who are not a boy and girl at all.
she spent her years
courting intelligence
and courage.
she delved
into lonely places and found
the only loneliness she felt
was in denial
of her splendor.
everyone despised her
for her innocence and drive,
yet she reminded them- I know it doesn't look this way-
but haven't you always wanted it to?
he wept for the world
beat his breast
and did his best
to stay fixated
on the next
shift.
hungry for submission...
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Dinner Date
Slowly slipping into her seductive trance
I am caught in a moment
of pure temptation-
my hands reach beneath the table,
and her petals of persuasion
entice me
to seek
the heat.
Trying to keep
from moaning
(in the middle of a restaurant)
the look on her face
makes me eager
for a taste.
I drop my fork
and duck beneath the table.
I am encompassed with the sight and smell
of deep desire;
her perfectly juicy lips spread just enough
for me to slide my tongue...
I am caught in a moment
of pure temptation-
my hands reach beneath the table,
and her petals of persuasion
entice me
to seek
the heat.
Trying to keep
from moaning
(in the middle of a restaurant)
the look on her face
makes me eager
for a taste.
I drop my fork
and duck beneath the table.
I am encompassed with the sight and smell
of deep desire;
her perfectly juicy lips spread just enough
for me to slide my tongue...
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Waking Up
there are synchronicity's that implicitly have led me to a truer view
there is no separation between me and you
our affinity for proximity has been deeply buried
century after century we have all been worried
that if the scale does not tip our trip is headed for the darkness
but there is a spark and it's all that I need
to point me away from inherent greed
so if you want to be freed...well i can't convince you
persuade you
entice you to see
exactly what it is that will set you free
that's a journey you will have to begin on your own ...
there is no separation between me and you
our affinity for proximity has been deeply buried
century after century we have all been worried
that if the scale does not tip our trip is headed for the darkness
but there is a spark and it's all that I need
to point me away from inherent greed
so if you want to be freed...well i can't convince you
persuade you
entice you to see
exactly what it is that will set you free
that's a journey you will have to begin on your own ...
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