Submissions by libbythelibrarian
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm a beginner writer with the nudge from my love to pursue my dream of being a published exotic writer.
SELF POEM
Published
15th Jul 2012 10:56pm
15th Jul 2012 10:56pm
Desperately seeking sanity
Swirls of emotion flood my face much like a late winter storm in Washington.
My reservoirs are full and my feet can’t find a good hold on soggy ground.
As the onslaught of hurtful words come crashing against my soul and slide into the pit of my world, I begin to over flow.
It pours a dirty mess of actions across my universe, destroying all that’s in its path.
Bridges of love, friendship and self respect.
Drifting down this raging river looking to the banks for a branch or rock to grasp towards, fingers slipping franticly I extend my last conscious...
My reservoirs are full and my feet can’t find a good hold on soggy ground.
As the onslaught of hurtful words come crashing against my soul and slide into the pit of my world, I begin to over flow.
It pours a dirty mess of actions across my universe, destroying all that’s in its path.
Bridges of love, friendship and self respect.
Drifting down this raging river looking to the banks for a branch or rock to grasp towards, fingers slipping franticly I extend my last conscious...
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Jul 2012 10:22pm
15th Jul 2012 10:22pm
I am
In the eyes of sorrow everything seems so dark, without presence.
Deep with in this heart of mine is pain, love, and the memories that make me who I am.
Who am I?
I’m the angel of my past.
I bring everything to its end, yet I’m the beginning of much.
I am who I am nothing more nothing less.
I’m the memories of many good and evil.
I am myself, my soul is incomplete my heart is sore.
The imagination is immense.
I am who I need to be.
I am a person of...
Deep with in this heart of mine is pain, love, and the memories that make me who I am.
Who am I?
I’m the angel of my past.
I bring everything to its end, yet I’m the beginning of much.
I am who I am nothing more nothing less.
I’m the memories of many good and evil.
I am myself, my soul is incomplete my heart is sore.
The imagination is immense.
I am who I need to be.
I am a person of...
107 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Jun 2012 10:20pm
27th Jun 2012 10:20pm
Wake Up
Speak to me, tell me how you feel, explore your mind, body and soul.
Take me deeper into you, let me breath you, taste you, move you.
Keep my beast satisfied, let my smell liger on your body, breath, and sheets.
Swoon me; let’s dance to completion, until exhaustion and then let’s dance again.
Let me heal you; let me teach you love, passion and self worth.
Watch me as I grow, changing ever so slightly.
Almost invisible to the naked eye, yet when you close your eyes and take in my universe.
It will ignite and come to life anew, and...
Take me deeper into you, let me breath you, taste you, move you.
Keep my beast satisfied, let my smell liger on your body, breath, and sheets.
Swoon me; let’s dance to completion, until exhaustion and then let’s dance again.
Let me heal you; let me teach you love, passion and self worth.
Watch me as I grow, changing ever so slightly.
Almost invisible to the naked eye, yet when you close your eyes and take in my universe.
It will ignite and come to life anew, and...
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2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jun 2012 10:16pm
27th Jun 2012 10:16pm
Knight In Shining Armor
Life’s worries are upon my soul yet again.
How dare her,Stupid Cunt!
I’d kill her if I could.
His heart aches
I wish to console it
To mend its wound’s
Alas I can not for I am another’s.
What love I wish upon him
What feelings of joy I long to see him in
The admiration
The never ending tenderness I hold against his body forcing it into his soul.
I would bring down the heavens to earth for this man
This strong, honorable, caring man
My everlasting Defender
Just to see him smile.
May his slumber calm his soul...
How dare her,Stupid Cunt!
I’d kill her if I could.
His heart aches
I wish to console it
To mend its wound’s
Alas I can not for I am another’s.
What love I wish upon him
What feelings of joy I long to see him in
The admiration
The never ending tenderness I hold against his body forcing it into his soul.
I would bring down the heavens to earth for this man
This strong, honorable, caring man
My everlasting Defender
Just to see him smile.
May his slumber calm his soul...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
27th Jun 2012 7:43am
27th Jun 2012 7:43am
The Human Heart
Brightness deep inside, coming through the cracks, pressure growing stronger every day, moment by moment it aches to explode from with in me.
Sadness weeps across my face, holding in it the love of an undernourished mis used child near death waiting new hope.
As I hold my breath so still in my chest I find myself waiting to exhale as though the slightest breeze would blow it all to pieces.
A lulling regret, a vicious reminder of something that once was; if only… If I had just done something sooner, would it have been different?
Possibly, Maybe, Who...
Sadness weeps across my face, holding in it the love of an undernourished mis used child near death waiting new hope.
As I hold my breath so still in my chest I find myself waiting to exhale as though the slightest breeze would blow it all to pieces.
A lulling regret, a vicious reminder of something that once was; if only… If I had just done something sooner, would it have been different?
Possibly, Maybe, Who...
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jun 2012 7:32am
27th Jun 2012 7:32am
Love and Death
So sweet so tender oh so magical yet mysterious.
How it catches your eye yet we can never really see it until it’s too late.
The sorrow less aching pain that throbs at your heart until you feel like you can never feel again… then death.
Brittle are our hearts when wounded so deep that they bleed blackness.
As though they never held life’s bright red existence of love and passion, they only taste death.
Intriguing is the notion that without one the other can not exist.
Bring on sweet death so I may remember such sweet love.
...
How it catches your eye yet we can never really see it until it’s too late.
The sorrow less aching pain that throbs at your heart until you feel like you can never feel again… then death.
Brittle are our hearts when wounded so deep that they bleed blackness.
As though they never held life’s bright red existence of love and passion, they only taste death.
Intriguing is the notion that without one the other can not exist.
Bring on sweet death so I may remember such sweet love.
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jun 2012 8:17pm
26th Jun 2012 8:17pm
My Dearest Noah
As fall comes and the seasons unfold, I’ll shed my skin and become what no one else could imagine.
I will become free.
I will become myself, who I need me to be.
I will go not where I need to go but where I wish myself to go.
I will be great, so help me, I will become great.
Times are changing, the world is moving on and I will not be stuck in the past.
I will live the present and become the future, proud to be simply who I am.
I am a person of caring a person of hope.
I am who I need to be, I am who I will always...
I will become free.
I will become myself, who I need me to be.
I will go not where I need to go but where I wish myself to go.
I will be great, so help me, I will become great.
Times are changing, the world is moving on and I will not be stuck in the past.
I will live the present and become the future, proud to be simply who I am.
I am a person of caring a person of hope.
I am who I need to be, I am who I will always...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Jun 2012 8:15pm
26th Jun 2012 8:15pm
Challenge Me
Speak to me in a soft voice, lull me, swoon me, and beckon me closer.
Move your body set the rhythm,
Challenge me with near impossible levels.
Watch as I move, tumble, and jump forth to accomplish the challenge set before me.
Work me up, work me over, plunge your body into my depths.
Take a swim in my mind, if you begin to sink just relax take it slow and float to the surface find my rhythm then catch up.
I won’t wait but ill keep my pace.
Move me, Roll Me, and slide your body against mine.
Move under me cum into me...
Move your body set the rhythm,
Challenge me with near impossible levels.
Watch as I move, tumble, and jump forth to accomplish the challenge set before me.
Work me up, work me over, plunge your body into my depths.
Take a swim in my mind, if you begin to sink just relax take it slow and float to the surface find my rhythm then catch up.
I won’t wait but ill keep my pace.
Move me, Roll Me, and slide your body against mine.
Move under me cum into me...
448 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Jun 2012 7:43am
26th Jun 2012 7:43am
As I Close My Eyes To Sleep…
1085 reads
5 Comments
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