Submissions by Temptress15
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jan 2014 7:38pm
28th Jan 2014 7:38pm
A New Reality
I sense your torment.
At the edge of chaos,
you teeter precariously.
To jump or not to jump?...
...that is the question.
For if you make the leap,
your whole known way of being
in this world will come crashing down
like the Berlin wall,
revealing a new reality.
All the beliefs and and stories
You grew up with
About how life should be,
How you should act
And move through this world
Are suddenly revealed for what they are....
White lies and half-truths other people told you,
Simply because they have been...
At the edge of chaos,
you teeter precariously.
To jump or not to jump?...
...that is the question.
For if you make the leap,
your whole known way of being
in this world will come crashing down
like the Berlin wall,
revealing a new reality.
All the beliefs and and stories
You grew up with
About how life should be,
How you should act
And move through this world
Are suddenly revealed for what they are....
White lies and half-truths other people told you,
Simply because they have been...
55 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
5th Dec 2013 3:48pm
5th Dec 2013 3:48pm
Misogynist
The blinders are off!
I will no longer pretend
that you are the handsome, nice guy
with exquisite intelligence to match.
I finally see the patterns of your hate
for women.
The need to control and influence
a younger and less experienced mind
for only the period of time
that is convenient for you.
Or worse, take advantage
of those stuck in a viscous cycle of abuse,
resigned to a life of pain and self-destruction.
I have no doubt you would reason
that a girl like that is just doing her job.
...
I will no longer pretend
that you are the handsome, nice guy
with exquisite intelligence to match.
I finally see the patterns of your hate
for women.
The need to control and influence
a younger and less experienced mind
for only the period of time
that is convenient for you.
Or worse, take advantage
of those stuck in a viscous cycle of abuse,
resigned to a life of pain and self-destruction.
I have no doubt you would reason
that a girl like that is just doing her job.
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Nov 2013 3:07am
21st Nov 2013 3:07am
Missing You
Platonic friends we are and healers by trade.
We know there is a line that should not be crossed.
But I can not get it out of my head
the way you touched me.
So attentive to what I needed....
even though it was just a massage between friends.
Your hands spoke volumes that your mouth would not.
How I crave your touch now.
Do you even know what you have done to me?
I have lost myself again.
My mind plagued by the idea of us.
The heat we might create
if only you would give me reason to pursue this lust.
To feel your hands upon...
We know there is a line that should not be crossed.
But I can not get it out of my head
the way you touched me.
So attentive to what I needed....
even though it was just a massage between friends.
Your hands spoke volumes that your mouth would not.
How I crave your touch now.
Do you even know what you have done to me?
I have lost myself again.
My mind plagued by the idea of us.
The heat we might create
if only you would give me reason to pursue this lust.
To feel your hands upon...
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Nov 2013 3:02pm
20th Nov 2013 3:02pm
My Imagination
I thought I saw
that look in your eye.
The one that gently asks
if I might want you, too.
The look that
shyly confesses to a longing
before each of us turns away
pretending we didn't both feel it.
In the quiet moments
is your heart silently screaming,
begging for answers
to questions we dare not ask each other?
Is it my imagination
or is there a depth of feeling present
neither of us anticipated
that goes beyond the mutual respect and adoration we have for each other?
Let us continue to pretend
we are only...
that look in your eye.
The one that gently asks
if I might want you, too.
The look that
shyly confesses to a longing
before each of us turns away
pretending we didn't both feel it.
In the quiet moments
is your heart silently screaming,
begging for answers
to questions we dare not ask each other?
Is it my imagination
or is there a depth of feeling present
neither of us anticipated
that goes beyond the mutual respect and adoration we have for each other?
Let us continue to pretend
we are only...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Nov 2013 1:51pm
19th Nov 2013 1:51pm
Puddle Jumping In The Rain
The pavement is scorching my bare feet
As the sun sizzles my shoulders.
The air is thick and sticky.
A stillness and quiet are all around
In the distance, the sky is rumbling.
We will have some reprieve
On this sweltering summer’s day.
A gentle breeze disrupts the tops of the trees
They sway and whisper
Sshhhh, sssshhhhh, ssssshhhhhhh
Clouds encroach upon a spotless blue
Growing ever darker as they move
The sky grumbles louder
As the trees have the humidity blown from their leaves
The first raindrop pelts my shoulder...
As the sun sizzles my shoulders.
The air is thick and sticky.
A stillness and quiet are all around
In the distance, the sky is rumbling.
We will have some reprieve
On this sweltering summer’s day.
A gentle breeze disrupts the tops of the trees
They sway and whisper
Sshhhh, sssshhhhh, ssssshhhhhhh
Clouds encroach upon a spotless blue
Growing ever darker as they move
The sky grumbles louder
As the trees have the humidity blown from their leaves
The first raindrop pelts my shoulder...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Nov 2013 1:41pm
19th Nov 2013 1:41pm
Diamonds in the Grass
It tickles my feet and it sticks to my feet
As I run through the dewy, cool, clean grass
Spraying my legs
As I bathe in the first warm rays of morning
The dewy diamonds glint in the sunlight
Little rainbows dance among the grass
I hurry to gather them all up
Before the sun steals them away.
As I run through the dewy, cool, clean grass
Spraying my legs
As I bathe in the first warm rays of morning
The dewy diamonds glint in the sunlight
Little rainbows dance among the grass
I hurry to gather them all up
Before the sun steals them away.
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Nov 2013 4:08pm
15th Nov 2013 4:08pm
My Betraying Heart
Again, you appear to me in my dreams
as the you I know in my waking hours.
All the neutral, boundary laden banter;
the blunt and snarky remarks;
the mutual respect and admiration.
Once again, you convey a longing
through your eyes.
A silent question asked of my heart.
I acknowledge and turn away,
unanswering your gaze.
Unmistakable tension growing between us.
A real love born of friendship
with a potential for so much more.
7:42am....Get up!
Kids need to get to school.
"Bye honey, have a nice day...
as the you I know in my waking hours.
All the neutral, boundary laden banter;
the blunt and snarky remarks;
the mutual respect and admiration.
Once again, you convey a longing
through your eyes.
A silent question asked of my heart.
I acknowledge and turn away,
unanswering your gaze.
Unmistakable tension growing between us.
A real love born of friendship
with a potential for so much more.
7:42am....Get up!
Kids need to get to school.
"Bye honey, have a nice day...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Nov 2013 4:02pm
15th Nov 2013 4:02pm
Poker Face
We stare each other down;
each waiting for the other to fold.
You play your cards like a pro.
Or at least I'll let you think so.
You stay unreadable
while I attempt to call your bluff.
A flirtatious remark,
and a heated glance to fluster you
and throw you off kilter.
No dice.
You deflect.
How strange that you did not
succumb to my charms,
unlike every man I've ever met.
I raise.
Your ways are more telling
than the cards...
each waiting for the other to fold.
You play your cards like a pro.
Or at least I'll let you think so.
You stay unreadable
while I attempt to call your bluff.
A flirtatious remark,
and a heated glance to fluster you
and throw you off kilter.
No dice.
You deflect.
How strange that you did not
succumb to my charms,
unlike every man I've ever met.
I raise.
Your ways are more telling
than the cards...
86 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Nov 2013 11:29pm
14th Nov 2013 11:29pm
Love is Looming
I am fighting frantically
to keep my head on straight.
My mind is plagued by every nice thing
you do or say to me.
Wishing it to be a figment of my imagination
that your kindness towards me is sincere.
Hoping that a stealthy agenda lay hidden
just beyond my intuition.
Please drop the proverbial ball
and allow me to see a flaw
that will forever damn you from my mind,
freeing my heart of this impending love for you.
My curiosities are taking over
and I long to know what lies just beyond the walls that surround your heart.
Is...
to keep my head on straight.
My mind is plagued by every nice thing
you do or say to me.
Wishing it to be a figment of my imagination
that your kindness towards me is sincere.
Hoping that a stealthy agenda lay hidden
just beyond my intuition.
Please drop the proverbial ball
and allow me to see a flaw
that will forever damn you from my mind,
freeing my heart of this impending love for you.
My curiosities are taking over
and I long to know what lies just beyond the walls that surround your heart.
Is...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Nov 2013 9:52pm
13th Nov 2013 9:52pm
Psychic Encounter
Certain times of the year
I feel more perceptive than usual.
Maybe it's just wishful thinking,
but yesterday I found myself
unable to stop seeing us
in my mind.
An out-of-body,
voyeuristic scenario
plays out in front of me:
We find ourselves
in a small space
me in your arms,
back against the wall
you breathlessly anticipating
our first kiss....
and then...
you kiss me.
Deep and full of meaning.
A long awaited and anticipated moment.
Hands grasp and wander my torso,
gently coaxing, almost...
I feel more perceptive than usual.
Maybe it's just wishful thinking,
but yesterday I found myself
unable to stop seeing us
in my mind.
An out-of-body,
voyeuristic scenario
plays out in front of me:
We find ourselves
in a small space
me in your arms,
back against the wall
you breathlessly anticipating
our first kiss....
and then...
you kiss me.
Deep and full of meaning.
A long awaited and anticipated moment.
Hands grasp and wander my torso,
gently coaxing, almost...
188 reads
1 Comment
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