Submissions by UnleashedHeathen
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love to write. Poetry is my way in, and my way out.
LOVE POEM
Published
24th May 2014 4:26am
24th May 2014 4:26am
Lost Asset
Sometimes, I lose it,
and then I feel utterly useless.
Where would I be without you, my friend?
Until now, where [the fuck] have you been?
You slipped from my grasp, not too far back,
and in that moment, It seemed I'd lost all that I had.
So, searching I did mercilessly do;
a professional scavenger I became for you.
However, patience I do have.
I waited and waited like mad.
Left breathless in the end.
I had found my pen.
and then I feel utterly useless.
Where would I be without you, my friend?
Until now, where [the fuck] have you been?
You slipped from my grasp, not too far back,
and in that moment, It seemed I'd lost all that I had.
So, searching I did mercilessly do;
a professional scavenger I became for you.
However, patience I do have.
I waited and waited like mad.
Left breathless in the end.
I had found my pen.
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Apr 2014 10:48am
27th Apr 2014 10:48am
Dark Wolf
Part I:
It sometimes lie back and look around
feeling the dark wolf approaching
his demon eyes, deep and piercing,
which glow like a setting, yellow moon
and make my soft cheeks faze into a blush
His howl attracts me like gravity;
I cannot escape it, only if I leave this place for good
His plush paws which push into the Earth leaves only a delicate signature
and the only thing that remains is a whisper in the night, his pant, already vanishing into the nothingness
Part II:
It seems I have waited for forever
until my head, which...
It sometimes lie back and look around
feeling the dark wolf approaching
his demon eyes, deep and piercing,
which glow like a setting, yellow moon
and make my soft cheeks faze into a blush
His howl attracts me like gravity;
I cannot escape it, only if I leave this place for good
His plush paws which push into the Earth leaves only a delicate signature
and the only thing that remains is a whisper in the night, his pant, already vanishing into the nothingness
Part II:
It seems I have waited for forever
until my head, which...
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Apr 2014 10:18am
27th Apr 2014 10:18am
Silenced
As I lie in bed, I suddenly wake in the heat of the night. I get a funny feeling like I am being watched... like an intense adrenalin rush. I feel sweat trickling down my brow, and I try to move my hand to wipe it off, but I notice I cannnot for it is restrained against my bedposts. Writhing impatiently, my legs are restrained as well. My heart begins to pound hard in my chest as if it is the last-second countdown for a deadly bomb. Badum. Badum. Badum.
"Hello..." I whisper.
All appears quiet as I look around the room, searching for any sign of movement. But...
"Hello..." I whisper.
All appears quiet as I look around the room, searching for any sign of movement. But...
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1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Mar 2014 5:04am
21st Mar 2014 5:04am
Dancing With the Devil
Simple treasures could never make me tell my secret
while complicated lies unleash themselves from my heart's grasp
And I too suffer greatly each night in my bed
no lover, no one to put my hands on, to caress...
But will I ever love again
Like silk on a mistress,
smooth till the end, but cursed by all men
My heart shall lead the way into another life
but still my scars follow to ruin my good time
I beg with sweet eyes and kind smiles
only to ask: when may I come out to play
Do not tell me you care
with gestures from a lover's...
while complicated lies unleash themselves from my heart's grasp
And I too suffer greatly each night in my bed
no lover, no one to put my hands on, to caress...
But will I ever love again
Like silk on a mistress,
smooth till the end, but cursed by all men
My heart shall lead the way into another life
but still my scars follow to ruin my good time
I beg with sweet eyes and kind smiles
only to ask: when may I come out to play
Do not tell me you care
with gestures from a lover's...
64 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jan 2014 7:20am
16th Jan 2014 7:20am
Connection
It is I who sees you
I, the one who feels your feelings
Me, the one who wants to touch you
so we can escape together.
I, the one who feels your feelings
Me, the one who wants to touch you
so we can escape together.
119 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Jan 2014 7:01am
15th Jan 2014 7:01am
Master Lover
The night is young
and so we are too
Playing this game
like lovers do
My lips part
with sultry softness
Sighs escaping
while I take your girth
Until screams collide
and my insides hollow
begging to be released
from my Master's grasp.
and so we are too
Playing this game
like lovers do
My lips part
with sultry softness
Sighs escaping
while I take your girth
Until screams collide
and my insides hollow
begging to be released
from my Master's grasp.
445 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jan 2014 6:55am
15th Jan 2014 6:55am
Into The Night
Excuse me for being fragile
my skeletons are still in the closet
scratching the doors into the night
trying to escape, to haunt me with my innocence
I just want to be loved, held, and cared for
like the small, inner child that I am
Delicately touched and held into the night
so my tears won't wash me away.
my skeletons are still in the closet
scratching the doors into the night
trying to escape, to haunt me with my innocence
I just want to be loved, held, and cared for
like the small, inner child that I am
Delicately touched and held into the night
so my tears won't wash me away.
71 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Jan 2014 7:56am
8th Jan 2014 7:56am
Growing on You
I have a feeling that I'd rather not let go
Instead, I'll plant it deeper inside myself to see how it grows
The clouds could be huge, and the sunlight none
No more plants
Just someone.
Instead, I'll plant it deeper inside myself to see how it grows
The clouds could be huge, and the sunlight none
No more plants
Just someone.
86 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Jan 2014 9:21am
5th Jan 2014 9:21am
Lost And Found Heart
I feel lost without you
like a puppy escaped from a leash
like a tree without it's leaves
My nose must pick up your scent
My colorfulness must return
...at some point in time
I feel empty without you
like a fish without water
or a lung without oxygen
My gills cannot survice this strange atmosphere
One pump of you will save my life.
Help me to return by finding my lost and found heart.
like a puppy escaped from a leash
like a tree without it's leaves
My nose must pick up your scent
My colorfulness must return
...at some point in time
I feel empty without you
like a fish without water
or a lung without oxygen
My gills cannot survice this strange atmosphere
One pump of you will save my life.
Help me to return by finding my lost and found heart.
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1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jan 2014 10:18am
4th Jan 2014 10:18am
I Need A Man
I need a man to love me
one who is carefree but cares for me
I desire a rugged romantic
one who sprinkles his stubble between my tender thighs
I yearn for a lazy artist
where my body is his painting, my lust his paintbrush
I need a man who loves
sharing his thoughts and feelings
I don't need lies and wishful thinking
I need, desire, yearn for a man who loves me.
one who is carefree but cares for me
I desire a rugged romantic
one who sprinkles his stubble between my tender thighs
I yearn for a lazy artist
where my body is his painting, my lust his paintbrush
I need a man who loves
sharing his thoughts and feelings
I don't need lies and wishful thinking
I need, desire, yearn for a man who loves me.
88 reads
7 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2014 00:06am
3rd Jan 2014 00:06am
Indian Redemption
The indian painted his face, readying himself for battle
His hor neighed, weary but willing, muscles taught with life burning within his eyes
His friend calm and ready to return his rights to him,
but by force
Years later, when the horse was dead
It was the indian and his friend who became the horse;
the ones who warned those who have eyes that are still shut
when a neighboring tribe was in need of redemption
Freedom is never free, not in any country
We are the master slaves of the slaves who died before us
Though still burdened with the truth...
His hor neighed, weary but willing, muscles taught with life burning within his eyes
His friend calm and ready to return his rights to him,
but by force
Years later, when the horse was dead
It was the indian and his friend who became the horse;
the ones who warned those who have eyes that are still shut
when a neighboring tribe was in need of redemption
Freedom is never free, not in any country
We are the master slaves of the slaves who died before us
Though still burdened with the truth...
66 reads
2 Comments
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