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.
Vanilla Chai
I cannot function
without coffee.
Tea doesn't cut it
-- never has.
Pumpkin doughnut and
"Rockin' around the Christmas tree",
yet, awake,
I cannot be.
I am going to fall
out of my desk,
and perhaps
never awake at all.
I will continue to fall
through time and space--
tumbling past
the secrets of the universe.
If I could only
open my eyes,
I would achieve
omniscience.
I cannot;
the tea doesn't cut it.
without coffee.
Tea doesn't cut it
-- never has.
Pumpkin doughnut and
"Rockin' around the Christmas tree",
yet, awake,
I cannot be.
I am going to fall
out of my desk,
and perhaps
never awake at all.
I will continue to fall
through time and space--
tumbling past
the secrets of the universe.
If I could only
open my eyes,
I would achieve
omniscience.
I cannot;
the tea doesn't cut it.
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As the Snow Melts
Shimmering heavens
breathe
shadows of Christmas;
bake
green cookies
with white chocolate chips,
melting away
from the heat of the oven;
glisten
sweat that pours down
the rippled backs of runners;
cry
tears that course down
the runny noses and rosy cheeks
of vampire children,
cringing under the sun's
penetrating smirk.
And the trees are green,
again, the white is erased.
breathe
shadows of Christmas;
bake
green cookies
with white chocolate chips,
melting away
from the heat of the oven;
glisten
sweat that pours down
the rippled backs of runners;
cry
tears that course down
the runny noses and rosy cheeks
of vampire children,
cringing under the sun's
penetrating smirk.
And the trees are green,
again, the white is erased.
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Polygamy
Polygamy.
Why the hell not.
How dare they undermine
the sanctity of our minds!
Rebel
Liberal
Open
Fucking intellectual
We are beyond ready
to think for ourselves.
I can be as intimate
as my lust can hold,
as intimate as my soul can feel,
intimate with as many souls
as will consent.
It is time to allow for
liberation of our values.
Facebook polygamy.
Take up the banner;
fight for what is right;
defend our pursuit of independent thinking!
Morality applies only to the beholder.
Polygamy....
Why the hell not.
How dare they undermine
the sanctity of our minds!
Rebel
Liberal
Open
Fucking intellectual
We are beyond ready
to think for ourselves.
I can be as intimate
as my lust can hold,
as intimate as my soul can feel,
intimate with as many souls
as will consent.
It is time to allow for
liberation of our values.
Facebook polygamy.
Take up the banner;
fight for what is right;
defend our pursuit of independent thinking!
Morality applies only to the beholder.
Polygamy....
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1 Comment
This Beat is My Orgasm
This beat is my orgasm
I am going in
Follow me down
We can fuckndance
Are we dancing or are we fucking
I don't know
I only feel
I only feel the crescendo
I only feel the pulse
Your pulse
Rushing over me
Rushing through me
Your veins are the rhythm
It's flowing
Are the lights off or are they glowing
I don't know
I only feel
I only feel the beat
The beat is pumping
I feel my hips
They are all on their own
They are with you
They have left me
Like my thoughts
Alone wtih nothing but my orgasm
The...
I am going in
Follow me down
We can fuckndance
Are we dancing or are we fucking
I don't know
I only feel
I only feel the crescendo
I only feel the pulse
Your pulse
Rushing over me
Rushing through me
Your veins are the rhythm
It's flowing
Are the lights off or are they glowing
I don't know
I only feel
I only feel the beat
The beat is pumping
I feel my hips
They are all on their own
They are with you
They have left me
Like my thoughts
Alone wtih nothing but my orgasm
The...
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Corneas
Hi how are you
good and you--
his twinkled
as they bore into mine
What can I do for you
Umm, can I have one tall Sumatra
and a slice of zucchini bread
to go please--
I feel mine twinkle back
Anything else
No thanks--
I swivel my shoulders
ever so slightly
and feel his follow my twisting contours
Five nineteen--
mine meet his
and ours dance
as the plastic exchanges hands
Thank you
Thank you--
ours tangle again
with some unspoken expectation
Have a nice day ...
good and you--
his twinkled
as they bore into mine
What can I do for you
Umm, can I have one tall Sumatra
and a slice of zucchini bread
to go please--
I feel mine twinkle back
Anything else
No thanks--
I swivel my shoulders
ever so slightly
and feel his follow my twisting contours
Five nineteen--
mine meet his
and ours dance
as the plastic exchanges hands
Thank you
Thank you--
ours tangle again
with some unspoken expectation
Have a nice day ...
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3 Comments
River of Vomit
It began with the sweet heat
held by the bustling bus.
The simplicity of one--
one bus,
one temperature,
one windy pair of yellow lines,
one open mouth.
But the one puddle grew limbs
and crawled onward,
searching for souls
like a baby seeking to suckle.
Souls it found.
Souls it perturbed.
And one became two.
Puddle became creek.
Runny, chunky, slurry, slimy creek
that slithered stealthily
to unsuspecting Toms.
And two became three,
became too many
to keep track of pleasantly.
Creek became river....
held by the bustling bus.
The simplicity of one--
one bus,
one temperature,
one windy pair of yellow lines,
one open mouth.
But the one puddle grew limbs
and crawled onward,
searching for souls
like a baby seeking to suckle.
Souls it found.
Souls it perturbed.
And one became two.
Puddle became creek.
Runny, chunky, slurry, slimy creek
that slithered stealthily
to unsuspecting Toms.
And two became three,
became too many
to keep track of pleasantly.
Creek became river....
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Swallow
Eat the world
because you are hungry.
Taste it
because it is sweet,
chew it
because it is savory,
and swallow it
because you cannot spit it out
because you are hungry.
Taste it
because it is sweet,
chew it
because it is savory,
and swallow it
because you cannot spit it out
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Facilitated Foot Agony
It's coming!
It's coming!
I can hear it clonking closer,
closer now!
Oh it is me?
It is me that I hear.
Yes
Owww.
It is definitely me,
that explains a lot.
I feel so powerful,
so intimidating,
so game to eat small children for breakfast
and regurgitate them
in order to force feed their
Already Been Chewed
corpses to any lurking hungry fool.
So in pain
I mean owww--
I mean pain is nothing--
not in the broad scheme
of the epic feat my elevated
heels are fated to face.
Toe agony means naught...
It's coming!
I can hear it clonking closer,
closer now!
Oh it is me?
It is me that I hear.
Yes
Owww.
It is definitely me,
that explains a lot.
I feel so powerful,
so intimidating,
so game to eat small children for breakfast
and regurgitate them
in order to force feed their
Already Been Chewed
corpses to any lurking hungry fool.
So in pain
I mean owww--
I mean pain is nothing--
not in the broad scheme
of the epic feat my elevated
heels are fated to face.
Toe agony means naught...
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