Submissions by m_abbott1999 (Madi)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"In dreams, one is not tethered by earthly limitations." -Gary the Snail
EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Jul 2014 5:11am
15th Jul 2014 5:11am
Nimbus
Pleasure takes form
Of raindrops
With a quaint disposition
That fall onto my hair,
And soak into my head.
I could feel his breath
In the whispers
Of the recordings he sent,
Caressing the curves
Of my mind.
I like to run
My calloused fingertips
Over my fantasies.
It gives them texture,
But keeps them in reach.
Clouds roll out
And take with them
My raindrop fancy.
Until the next storm,
When I'm caressed again.
Of raindrops
With a quaint disposition
That fall onto my hair,
And soak into my head.
I could feel his breath
In the whispers
Of the recordings he sent,
Caressing the curves
Of my mind.
I like to run
My calloused fingertips
Over my fantasies.
It gives them texture,
But keeps them in reach.
Clouds roll out
And take with them
My raindrop fancy.
Until the next storm,
When I'm caressed again.
185 reads
9 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
9th Jul 2014 4:49am
9th Jul 2014 4:49am
The Green Fairy Has My Eight Ball
He told me I smelled so nice
And asked what scent I was wearing,
I call it humid nights and exhaust fumes.
It's a certain kind of burn.
He poured me a drink,
It looked like toxic waste.
I'll remember it as The Green Fairy.
It's a certain kind of burn.
He dropped some of his eight ball in
And said "don't worry about a kickback,"
And sat down next to me.
It's a certain kind of burn.
We got to comprehending as much as we could,
But there isn't intellect in shattered glass.
And asked what scent I was wearing,
I call it humid nights and exhaust fumes.
It's a certain kind of burn.
He poured me a drink,
It looked like toxic waste.
I'll remember it as The Green Fairy.
It's a certain kind of burn.
He dropped some of his eight ball in
And said "don't worry about a kickback,"
And sat down next to me.
It's a certain kind of burn.
We got to comprehending as much as we could,
But there isn't intellect in shattered glass.
94 reads
8 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
25th Jun 2014 10:10pm
25th Jun 2014 10:10pm
Half-gone Water Well
Cook me some dope
So I can reminisce
And find comfort
In my memories.
Sweet solace.
I'm one with my mind
As the clock is one
With time.
I was a little early
Cause our watches weren't
In sync.
Suppose I oughta have checked.
My skin hugs me tightly
But in some places
I could use a little toning.
Still, the embrace is nice.
It's the thought that counts
When he says,
"I'm going to make love to you."
Maybe he meant well.
Love isn't made,
Nor forced.
Sobriety versus a...
So I can reminisce
And find comfort
In my memories.
Sweet solace.
I'm one with my mind
As the clock is one
With time.
I was a little early
Cause our watches weren't
In sync.
Suppose I oughta have checked.
My skin hugs me tightly
But in some places
I could use a little toning.
Still, the embrace is nice.
It's the thought that counts
When he says,
"I'm going to make love to you."
Maybe he meant well.
Love isn't made,
Nor forced.
Sobriety versus a...
120 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Jun 2014 2:50am
25th Jun 2014 2:50am
When the Cows Come Home
He calls me
Thunderstorms and
Tells me I'm what the
Night does to the day.
Whatever that means.
Relativity is relative,
We only die in dreams.
Our perceptions
Are out of context.
Whatever that means.
He asked if he could read
The lace of my hem,
Then told me that
I wore this dress just for him.
I've got a funeral to go to.
The hands of the clock
Spin retrograde
In the mirror.
I'll be back before the aphelion.
I've got a funeral to go to.
He told me that if I
Ever let another lover...
Thunderstorms and
Tells me I'm what the
Night does to the day.
Whatever that means.
Relativity is relative,
We only die in dreams.
Our perceptions
Are out of context.
Whatever that means.
He asked if he could read
The lace of my hem,
Then told me that
I wore this dress just for him.
I've got a funeral to go to.
The hands of the clock
Spin retrograde
In the mirror.
I'll be back before the aphelion.
I've got a funeral to go to.
He told me that if I
Ever let another lover...
77 reads
11 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Jun 2014 2:39am
11th Jun 2014 2:39am
Catch Up
Tethered to
Torturous memories
'Cause they're
The best
I'll ever have
Of the best
I've ever had.
I take hot baths,
But the water
Doesn't run hot
For as long.
The water
Doesn't run.
I'm not moving
Fast enough
Towards a forever
Of yesterdays,
But all too quickly
Towards a memory.
The best
I'll ever have
Of the best
I've ever had.
The water
Doesn't run.
Torturous memories
'Cause they're
The best
I'll ever have
Of the best
I've ever had.
I take hot baths,
But the water
Doesn't run hot
For as long.
The water
Doesn't run.
I'm not moving
Fast enough
Towards a forever
Of yesterdays,
But all too quickly
Towards a memory.
The best
I'll ever have
Of the best
I've ever had.
The water
Doesn't run.
66 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
23rd May 2014 3:25am
23rd May 2014 3:25am
Whose Bodily Fluids On The Tinted Windows?
166 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th May 2014 00:37am
12th May 2014 00:37am
Feeding Time
Tracing veins with a dull blade.
Found it in my own grave-
Rusted and bent out of shape.
Sufficient for a murder and rape;
In that order.
Call the coroner.
It engraves itself with
Shattered souls-
Enough pieces to make a whole
Being,
But this being won't be living.
Walking entity
Stalking life.
Preoccupied by hate and lies.
Ready to feed
Off of innocent cries.
Found it in my own grave-
Rusted and bent out of shape.
Sufficient for a murder and rape;
In that order.
Call the coroner.
It engraves itself with
Shattered souls-
Enough pieces to make a whole
Being,
But this being won't be living.
Walking entity
Stalking life.
Preoccupied by hate and lies.
Ready to feed
Off of innocent cries.
146 reads
13 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
11th May 2014 11:45pm
11th May 2014 11:45pm
The Lab
Toothless men
Dragging long
On the third cigarette
In a row.
Telling themselves
The pack will last
Another hour.
Eyelids
Heavily weighing
On what could have been
Crystal
Clear eyes.
Oozing sores
Erupting from
Another case of
Jaundice.
Shattered bottles
And calloused feet
Of barefoot men
Walking
Back into
My
Home sweet home.
Dragging long
On the third cigarette
In a row.
Telling themselves
The pack will last
Another hour.
Eyelids
Heavily weighing
On what could have been
Crystal
Clear eyes.
Oozing sores
Erupting from
Another case of
Jaundice.
Shattered bottles
And calloused feet
Of barefoot men
Walking
Back into
My
Home sweet home.
143 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th May 2014 4:43am
11th May 2014 4:43am
Systematic
Tears at the ready
To defend my sensitive eyes
From reality.
Truth.
Eyes at the ready
To protect my soul
From corruption.
Pity.
Soul at the ready
To guard my heart
From deterioration.
Love.
Heart at the ready
To shield my mind
From poison.
Hate.
Mind at the ready
To make war
By challenging
All it's ever known.
To defend my sensitive eyes
From reality.
Truth.
Eyes at the ready
To protect my soul
From corruption.
Pity.
Soul at the ready
To guard my heart
From deterioration.
Love.
Heart at the ready
To shield my mind
From poison.
Hate.
Mind at the ready
To make war
By challenging
All it's ever known.
76 reads
4 Comments
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