Submissions by Anon
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Occasionally inspiration grips me and I write.
Followed
Clinging with dirty nails
To the bottom of the pit,
I'm haunted still by last Christmas
When the fire burned,
For the first time in eight years.
We clung to those memories
For many long months, as comfort
Took hold and swallowed us whole
Leaving our misdirected shadows,
Reflecting back at us.
I think of you still,
Despite your unwarranted
Anger and all the contempt
That struck my rib cage like lightning,
Unfair and unexpected.
My feet still sore from balancing
Amongst broken egg shells, ...
To the bottom of the pit,
I'm haunted still by last Christmas
When the fire burned,
For the first time in eight years.
We clung to those memories
For many long months, as comfort
Took hold and swallowed us whole
Leaving our misdirected shadows,
Reflecting back at us.
I think of you still,
Despite your unwarranted
Anger and all the contempt
That struck my rib cage like lightning,
Unfair and unexpected.
My feet still sore from balancing
Amongst broken egg shells, ...
#relationships
#heartbroken
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6 Comments
Dry Paper
The water droplets crash to the pavement
Damping down the air to a crisp,
"Remember you're mortal" they whisper
And nature will have its way
Despite your trust and toil and
The dry paper you inhabit.
The mist engulfs shallow lungs and
Damp clothes cling for comfort
As the sky's nectar descends on
Flesh and concrete alike, pressing faces
Against the clear glass square that
Hangs from the 17th floor wall.
They say the heavens open and
I can't say I'm a believer but
I do seize these moments when ...
Damping down the air to a crisp,
"Remember you're mortal" they whisper
And nature will have its way
Despite your trust and toil and
The dry paper you inhabit.
The mist engulfs shallow lungs and
Damp clothes cling for comfort
As the sky's nectar descends on
Flesh and concrete alike, pressing faces
Against the clear glass square that
Hangs from the 17th floor wall.
They say the heavens open and
I can't say I'm a believer but
I do seize these moments when ...
#rain
#nature
#humankind
#myself
#uplifting
350 reads
3 Comments
Casual Worker
Dripping, gushing
I'm so wet it spills out all over you.
I tighten my pelvic floor with every push
To keep myself gripping on to you tight.
Sweat drips down your forehead,
I like it because I know you're working hard for this.
Your aggression and the shine on you skin
Drives my orgasm.
I like to test you,
"Baby you're so big and hard, you fill me right up"
It's the line I use when I've had enough,
But I think you can handle it.
The look on your face says you nearly didn't.
You're strong,
You...
I'm so wet it spills out all over you.
I tighten my pelvic floor with every push
To keep myself gripping on to you tight.
Sweat drips down your forehead,
I like it because I know you're working hard for this.
Your aggression and the shine on you skin
Drives my orgasm.
I like to test you,
"Baby you're so big and hard, you fill me right up"
It's the line I use when I've had enough,
But I think you can handle it.
The look on your face says you nearly didn't.
You're strong,
You...
961 reads
3 Comments
A Stand For Youth
A stare aimed at some girl, in the game to play,
Unremarkable child, probably had nothing to say.
Just her faint, night time smiles,
And the satirical innocence in her eyes.
His spinning head and swollen cock,
A trait of youth on alcopop.
Big screen success : climax all at once,
When we reminisce, the illusion's lost.
Before she left he fell asleep,
She looked and smiled and whispered, "Cheap".
Unremarkable child, probably had nothing to say.
Just her faint, night time smiles,
And the satirical innocence in her eyes.
His spinning head and swollen cock,
A trait of youth on alcopop.
Big screen success : climax all at once,
When we reminisce, the illusion's lost.
Before she left he fell asleep,
She looked and smiled and whispered, "Cheap".
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The Box
Emptiness is time unaccounted for and
depression just thoughts out of place.
Drugs are a welcome distraction,
with time to kill
sleeping saves
staring
Down.
Restlessness loses its edge
when motivation hangs stale
in the air with the bad taste of self
endorsed solitude.
Sex feels like a post binge lull,
heady and numb.
People are ugly,
bodies disproportioned
curious and sick.
Happiness is traded on
belief and confidence.
Bodies are traded on pretty
money and status.
I trade misery
for...
depression just thoughts out of place.
Drugs are a welcome distraction,
with time to kill
sleeping saves
staring
Down.
Restlessness loses its edge
when motivation hangs stale
in the air with the bad taste of self
endorsed solitude.
Sex feels like a post binge lull,
heady and numb.
People are ugly,
bodies disproportioned
curious and sick.
Happiness is traded on
belief and confidence.
Bodies are traded on pretty
money and status.
I trade misery
for...
529 reads
6 Comments
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