Submissions by Inkstitution
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
New at this, raw and uncut. Mixes emotion in short phrases, hopefully leaving enough room for you to read between the lines
PILLOW BOOK
The fresh smell of immaculate sheets
Lipstick on glasses of deep red
Paired in this sacred scene
on the table aside the bed
The sight of albast skin on white
Untouched, unwritten perfect leaf
Waiting to be eagerly filled
By future lines of make believe
Carefully following the curves
With sighs of unfolding lust
Unspoken, never uttered words,
Told with secret feelings brushed
Sensual ritual of black inked strokes
Dipped in puddles of tenderness
Flawless play of seduction signed
In mutual consuming of the flesh
...
Lipstick on glasses of deep red
Paired in this sacred scene
on the table aside the bed
The sight of albast skin on white
Untouched, unwritten perfect leaf
Waiting to be eagerly filled
By future lines of make believe
Carefully following the curves
With sighs of unfolding lust
Unspoken, never uttered words,
Told with secret feelings brushed
Sensual ritual of black inked strokes
Dipped in puddles of tenderness
Flawless play of seduction signed
In mutual consuming of the flesh
...
62 reads
8 Comments
WHISPERS
Sofly released whispers
Coming from your lips
Sighs of pleasure received
Guide my eagerness
Following your hips
...
Coming from your lips
Sighs of pleasure received
Guide my eagerness
Following your hips
...
427 reads
5 Comments
HAIKU #3
Sanity eclipsed
Before even one soft word
Curved from your lips
Before even one soft word
Curved from your lips
65 reads
8 Comments
SKIPPING BOOTS
Underneath a small umbrella
Carefully avoiding
the cracks between the tiles
Beautiful and sad go hand in hand…
As if they fool life smiling
Carefully avoiding
the cracks between the tiles
Beautiful and sad go hand in hand…
As if they fool life smiling
69 reads
14 Comments
HAIKU #2
Captured in a day
A mindset unnoticed there
Beauty of decay
A mindset unnoticed there
Beauty of decay
62 reads
8 Comments
THE ANTIQUARIAN BOOKSHOP
The old doorbell rings upon entry. Remarkable how the sound fits the whole and at the same time has a disruptive effect on the atmosphere of the place. The smell of books, fallen into oblivion, embraces me like a dusty blanket while I walk along the wooden counter in the direction of the stairs.
The owner no longer looks up when I enter his store, always on Saturday one hour before lunchtime. I consider myself part of the inventory as well, while I stroll the mezzanine floor: the area where the newest additions are displayed. Every week I allow myself an hour of derivation of the...
The owner no longer looks up when I enter his store, always on Saturday one hour before lunchtime. I consider myself part of the inventory as well, while I stroll the mezzanine floor: the area where the newest additions are displayed. Every week I allow myself an hour of derivation of the...
76 reads
5 Comments
HAIKU #1
Passion' he writes
Carefully chosen strokes
Along her curves
Carefully chosen strokes
Along her curves
191 reads
11 Comments
PAINFULL
The knife by choice
Evades flawlessly
My ribs inside
But fails in reach
To hit the spot
That hurts
Evades flawlessly
My ribs inside
But fails in reach
To hit the spot
That hurts
58 reads
4 Comments
FRESH FRUIT
Tasting the soft flesh
I embrace with both lips
And suck the juice
That despite all efforts
Finds her way
Along my chin
I embrace with both lips
And suck the juice
That despite all efforts
Finds her way
Along my chin
339 reads
9 Comments
TRANSPARENT
With infinite effortlessness
I sit there and behold
Your countenance without frown
Unconcerned small once more
Yet again
Simultaneously
While held tight in my arms
Unattainable fragile
But with me nonetheless
I sit there and behold
Your countenance without frown
Unconcerned small once more
Yet again
Simultaneously
While held tight in my arms
Unattainable fragile
But with me nonetheless
69 reads
5 Comments
FLIGHT 304
Tempting swift glances
At 25.000 feet height
A naked shoulder revealed
Exposed by accident
The touch by sight
Caused turbulence
The toilet light went on
Way before the descent
At 25.000 feet height
A naked shoulder revealed
Exposed by accident
The touch by sight
Caused turbulence
The toilet light went on
Way before the descent
112 reads
6 Comments
En début de matinée
The quest inside the mind
Foggy swirls of thought
Passing by at dawn
On crooked paths of sand
The remains of yesterday
Liquid pieces of past sense
Moulded into clear shapes
Eventually
Heading upstream
Foggy swirls of thought
Passing by at dawn
On crooked paths of sand
The remains of yesterday
Liquid pieces of past sense
Moulded into clear shapes
Eventually
Heading upstream
81 reads
8 Comments
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