Submissions by 7wednesdays
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love poetry among many other things in life and I simply hope to contribute something to it! I can at least die trying and have fun in the process.
At the Dentist
tree
lightning
treee lightnening
woah
look
at
that
rock!
I eye
tooth
eye eye tooth
why do we
open
them?
our eyes?
the tiger
opens his teeth
wide
do not eat
that cookie
They will
open your teeth
with a
pair of pliers
and a spiked dildo.
do not ask questions
just let the dentist
do his thing
do not worry
he always knows what he is doing
the tiger willn't come
today
tomorrow is always
yesterday
my sister...
lightning
treee lightnening
woah
look
at
that
rock!
I eye
tooth
eye eye tooth
why do we
open
them?
our eyes?
the tiger
opens his teeth
wide
do not eat
that cookie
They will
open your teeth
with a
pair of pliers
and a spiked dildo.
do not ask questions
just let the dentist
do his thing
do not worry
he always knows what he is doing
the tiger willn't come
today
tomorrow is always
yesterday
my sister...
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Body Warmth
blue apples
blowin in the wind
blowin away
away from the soul
sold my shoes
last wednesday
what a shame
tis a harsh world
we live in
I knocked on my neighbors door
forgot he wasn't real
he was of my insanity
I have forgoton how to trust
who to open my arms up to
and beckon into
my body's anticipating warmth
How will I continue
to operate as I have
more
and more
than I have
more
and more
experience
more
and more
vitality
more
and more
reality
How will...
blowin in the wind
blowin away
away from the soul
sold my shoes
last wednesday
what a shame
tis a harsh world
we live in
I knocked on my neighbors door
forgot he wasn't real
he was of my insanity
I have forgoton how to trust
who to open my arms up to
and beckon into
my body's anticipating warmth
How will I continue
to operate as I have
more
and more
than I have
more
and more
experience
more
and more
vitality
more
and more
reality
How will...
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Fetish Fantasm
Shimmering glass in the monotonous crowd
draws my corneas--
I pursue.
Grabbing the back of his neck,
drawing him into me,
ignoring the fast-paced, roaring, bustling crowd,
utilizing the intensity of this moment
to fulfill my glasses fetish.
I thought I was the only one
holding on--
wrong--
feel my flesh chip and crack
under nails-- starving for skin.
The nails aren't polished.
Polish
Nail
Hand
Foot
Fetish
I surrender to gravity,
surround my desire with
the saliva-soaked walls of my mouth,
and...
draws my corneas--
I pursue.
Grabbing the back of his neck,
drawing him into me,
ignoring the fast-paced, roaring, bustling crowd,
utilizing the intensity of this moment
to fulfill my glasses fetish.
I thought I was the only one
holding on--
wrong--
feel my flesh chip and crack
under nails-- starving for skin.
The nails aren't polished.
Polish
Nail
Hand
Foot
Fetish
I surrender to gravity,
surround my desire with
the saliva-soaked walls of my mouth,
and...
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Regrets of a Fairy
Party queen
Party whore
Party tease
Do the other girls envy
me?
Mind-- not at ease--
reckless attempts to appease
my pulsing body.
Tripping hard, a fairy
with acorns for pupils,
body rotting from
the inside out, glum
ooze escapes
and rapes
important blood vessels
from that safe
canal under my tongue.
I feel the beat
the rhythm
the heat,
it glides, pulses, surges
through me like an orgasm.
My hips respond
my ass
my waist
my whole being
my soul
We all move as one,...
Party whore
Party tease
Do the other girls envy
me?
Mind-- not at ease--
reckless attempts to appease
my pulsing body.
Tripping hard, a fairy
with acorns for pupils,
body rotting from
the inside out, glum
ooze escapes
and rapes
important blood vessels
from that safe
canal under my tongue.
I feel the beat
the rhythm
the heat,
it glides, pulses, surges
through me like an orgasm.
My hips respond
my ass
my waist
my whole being
my soul
We all move as one,...
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A Brief Piem...
Tis a cold I,
along flounder'n on creeks,
alone.
Tis fated.
Tapering deciduous conifer,
hazardous you.
We,
not intended,
warm, lonely.
We tingle bone,
but tis unwanted.
And me,
wrought anxieties,
alone, frustrated.
We,
together, bisected.
Fall I.
Visionary clouded--
a summit-- touchable see,
glimmered, blackened, rot, cascade.
Reach I.
along flounder'n on creeks,
alone.
Tis fated.
Tapering deciduous conifer,
hazardous you.
We,
not intended,
warm, lonely.
We tingle bone,
but tis unwanted.
And me,
wrought anxieties,
alone, frustrated.
We,
together, bisected.
Fall I.
Visionary clouded--
a summit-- touchable see,
glimmered, blackened, rot, cascade.
Reach I.
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Mile High Fail
That awkward moment when...
your body is sent up-
ward in the transportation made
by human innovation to
travel as the bird does.
Sitting in the third seat,
I antisocially fail to smile as
the stranger-- the
other passenger-- comes
to lay claim to
the seat adjacent to
my own. At first complacent, I
prepare for my lame nap
--long anticipated-- however, I
am struck by a notion, perhaps not terribly clever, to
embark on an endeavor that
I had perhaps never thought
to attempt before. Fluttering my lashes to
the position...
your body is sent up-
ward in the transportation made
by human innovation to
travel as the bird does.
Sitting in the third seat,
I antisocially fail to smile as
the stranger-- the
other passenger-- comes
to lay claim to
the seat adjacent to
my own. At first complacent, I
prepare for my lame nap
--long anticipated-- however, I
am struck by a notion, perhaps not terribly clever, to
embark on an endeavor that
I had perhaps never thought
to attempt before. Fluttering my lashes to
the position...
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Unsurrounded
All around me is
nothing to be had
and no one to be found.
I stare into the sea of
bodies and
cannot meet the gaze of
any of these zombies in
this haze. I
close my eyes and walk-- in a daze-- on...
trapped indefinitely in the maze... lost.
nothing to be had
and no one to be found.
I stare into the sea of
bodies and
cannot meet the gaze of
any of these zombies in
this haze. I
close my eyes and walk-- in a daze-- on...
trapped indefinitely in the maze... lost.
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Barren Subway Shop
It was my fault,
admittedly,
but I am out of place.
There is no coffee here,
nor is there a bohemia in reach.
I am in a sterile limbo--
void of companionship,
ready to swallow me down
like a chewed up
chocolate chip cookie.
When this is over
I will return to my hearth
of friends, coffee, spontaneity...
but now I am trapped here,
waiting for Godot
as it were...
admittedly,
but I am out of place.
There is no coffee here,
nor is there a bohemia in reach.
I am in a sterile limbo--
void of companionship,
ready to swallow me down
like a chewed up
chocolate chip cookie.
When this is over
I will return to my hearth
of friends, coffee, spontaneity...
but now I am trapped here,
waiting for Godot
as it were...
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On this side of the guard rail
I am staring
at the nearly perfect circle
of flaking flesh
at the corner of my toenail.
I smell my arm.
The arm-hairs rise
and enter the cavity
of my sniffing nostril.
I suppose we will
reach the beach
a few hours from now.
at the nearly perfect circle
of flaking flesh
at the corner of my toenail.
I smell my arm.
The arm-hairs rise
and enter the cavity
of my sniffing nostril.
I suppose we will
reach the beach
a few hours from now.
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Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
Inspired by Emily Dickinson's...
Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds
To a heart in port,
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!
... I wrote...
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
I, with you now
stare into your eyes, wondering how
I will ever turn my gaze away.
Futile the alarm clock
to our beating hearts--
exhausted, exhilarated, from our...
Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds
To a heart in port,
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!
... I wrote...
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
I, with you now
stare into your eyes, wondering how
I will ever turn my gaze away.
Futile the alarm clock
to our beating hearts--
exhausted, exhilarated, from our...
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Infinite Incipience
Perpetually Beginning...
"the end"-- hallucination, figment of imagination--
floating, cascading, tis simmering over,
swirling out to the open, rejoining the circle...
"the end"-- hallucination, figment of imagination--
floating, cascading, tis simmering over,
swirling out to the open, rejoining the circle...
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Were Meant To
women on women
men on men
women on men, men on women
animals on animals
pursuing their passions'
were meant to light the fire
were meant to burn with desire
were meant to play out lust--
touch! for you must!
moan on groan
bone on bone
flesh on flesh
skin for the grin
women and men
in any combination...
were meant to dance!
men on men
women on men, men on women
animals on animals
pursuing their passions'
were meant to light the fire
were meant to burn with desire
were meant to play out lust--
touch! for you must!
moan on groan
bone on bone
flesh on flesh
skin for the grin
women and men
in any combination...
were meant to dance!
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