Submissions by puckit (S.A. Elrod)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"Once more unto the breach, dear friends."
Consumed
I see her on the track
and I wonder what her pussy would taste like
and then I see that one
and I wonder what her pussy would feel like wrapped around my cock
and then that one appears
and I wonder if she likes to have her ass licked
and then I see her friend
and I wonder if they've ever eaten each other
or shared a cock
and then I think about the hot couple who owns the convenience store
and I think that just to get to her pussy
I might go through him
then I tell myself that I'm a fucking pervert
and then I laugh and keep looking
and...
and I wonder what her pussy would taste like
and then I see that one
and I wonder what her pussy would feel like wrapped around my cock
and then that one appears
and I wonder if she likes to have her ass licked
and then I see her friend
and I wonder if they've ever eaten each other
or shared a cock
and then I think about the hot couple who owns the convenience store
and I think that just to get to her pussy
I might go through him
then I tell myself that I'm a fucking pervert
and then I laugh and keep looking
and...
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Silent No More
While the blood of kings is spilled from Crown to Crown the children suffer. Alive with the knowledge of oppression in silence. Share the pain with no one. Hold the flame of desire in the palm of your hand and feel it burn. Guardians of truth shot on sight. Rise against this attraction to silence. Your heart will burn with its own incandescence. Your minds, with the minds of others, will erode the illusion of greatness. The figureheads of civilized men will fall at the beckoning of truth. Fuck this denial of pain, for we live in a society that creates and acceps pain as the norm. Fuck the...
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Alabaster Watershed
Mortal remains in an alabaster watershed. Feel the pins and needles dancing on the eyes of your soul, reminding you of desperate days gone by and crystalline dreams of forsaken futures. Your mind reaches out for the whispers of eternity on satin chains of lavenders breath.
Wish for me.
Wish with me.
Hold me in the arms of your desire. Consume me in your passion for life beyond the amethyst rythmns of mortal unbliss.
Speak for me.
Speak with me.
Alone? Never.
Awake? Always.
Speaking only in the dark chambers of my wandering...
Wish for me.
Wish with me.
Hold me in the arms of your desire. Consume me in your passion for life beyond the amethyst rythmns of mortal unbliss.
Speak for me.
Speak with me.
Alone? Never.
Awake? Always.
Speaking only in the dark chambers of my wandering...
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Field of Leaves
on abare and earthen field of leaves
she leaves
me with my own disdain
and my own pain
of confusion
and illusion
as I struggle for words to say
to make it okay
as I pay
homage
to center stage
like a sage
to his earthly page
and the bitter rage
seeks to enter
into the center
of my bleeding heart
and where you start
it all depends
on where it ends
or falls apart
and in the rain
I see the train
but if it will hit me
is anyone's guess
do I feel less
for being more
than someone to adore...
she leaves
me with my own disdain
and my own pain
of confusion
and illusion
as I struggle for words to say
to make it okay
as I pay
homage
to center stage
like a sage
to his earthly page
and the bitter rage
seeks to enter
into the center
of my bleeding heart
and where you start
it all depends
on where it ends
or falls apart
and in the rain
I see the train
but if it will hit me
is anyone's guess
do I feel less
for being more
than someone to adore...
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If She'd Only Love You.
If she'd only love you
the dark and the light
the pleasure and the pain
all the pieces that don't clean up well
that don't look good
in the light of day
the razor-edged shards
that cut when handled
and the dulllackluster fragments
that can never be polished
the smile that you share
and the tears that you can't
good and bad
right and wrong
if she'd only love you
the dark and the light
the pleasure and the pain
all the pieces that don't clean up well
that don't look good
in the light of day
the razor-edged shards
that cut when handled
and the dulllackluster fragments
that can never be polished
the smile that you share
and the tears that you can't
good and bad
right and wrong
if she'd only love you
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Goddess Tryst
The night constricted like a python.
Reflections of the past lay smoldering in shadow. The smooth lines of once familiar shapes roiling in my mind like a swollen river. Through the misty darkness she appeared angelic, her shining face framed by a mane of copper and gold. The light in her liquid brown eyes tinged with flaming red.
She call to me, in a voice like molten honey, and my mind opened like a vault, exposing my innermost secrets to her fleeting glance. And when she came to me, and pressed her lips to mine, time stood still from the intensity of our joining.
Like an...
Reflections of the past lay smoldering in shadow. The smooth lines of once familiar shapes roiling in my mind like a swollen river. Through the misty darkness she appeared angelic, her shining face framed by a mane of copper and gold. The light in her liquid brown eyes tinged with flaming red.
She call to me, in a voice like molten honey, and my mind opened like a vault, exposing my innermost secrets to her fleeting glance. And when she came to me, and pressed her lips to mine, time stood still from the intensity of our joining.
Like an...
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She Sleeps Above Me
She sleeps above me.
And I wonder where we are, where she is.
Does she see me? Can I feel her in my heart where I thought she would stay?
Am i swathed in the cloth of her heart? Am I in her flesh like she is in mine?
Is she slipping away like steam from the steam grates on the street below?
I long for the familiar touch her of her hand, warm against my skin in the night.
Her eyes seem distant..away somewhere where I cannot go.
Somewhere she will not allow me to go.
We speak sometimes of futures. Is hers mine? Mine hers?
Does she feel the distance between...
And I wonder where we are, where she is.
Does she see me? Can I feel her in my heart where I thought she would stay?
Am i swathed in the cloth of her heart? Am I in her flesh like she is in mine?
Is she slipping away like steam from the steam grates on the street below?
I long for the familiar touch her of her hand, warm against my skin in the night.
Her eyes seem distant..away somewhere where I cannot go.
Somewhere she will not allow me to go.
We speak sometimes of futures. Is hers mine? Mine hers?
Does she feel the distance between...
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drips
my shame drips down the wall
inside the booth
while on the little screen
figures whose lives reflect their own bewilderment
their own isolation
from the dreams of their childhoods
and i contribute to the demise of their souls
while my shame drips down the wall
inside the booth
while on the little screen
figures whose lives reflect their own bewilderment
their own isolation
from the dreams of their childhoods
and i contribute to the demise of their souls
while my shame drips down the wall
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Moving with the speed of molasses
my mind regurgitates
various scenarios ridiculous and not so
mercilessly assaulting my sense of self and security
leaving me fucking tired and untrusting and pissed off
at myself
at you
at the trees and the kids and the smiling faces
in the crowded city streets that seem to mock me
and laugh at me with their knowledge of happiness and kindness
and sanity
that mythological creature that exists in the dreams of my childhood
that once was there to champion me
from the monster under the bed
or the dragon in the closet
or the belt in...
various scenarios ridiculous and not so
mercilessly assaulting my sense of self and security
leaving me fucking tired and untrusting and pissed off
at myself
at you
at the trees and the kids and the smiling faces
in the crowded city streets that seem to mock me
and laugh at me with their knowledge of happiness and kindness
and sanity
that mythological creature that exists in the dreams of my childhood
that once was there to champion me
from the monster under the bed
or the dragon in the closet
or the belt in...
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the good father
the good father
the one who doesn't blacken the blue of the eye
who doesn't prophesy prison for his progeny
who doesn't walk away with hearts in one hand
and bleeding knife in the other
who doesn't take mothers humanity from her vagina
and from within her breast and smear it all over the bathroom floor
to make the kids eat it with their oatmeal
who understands the babysitter is off limits
is not his fucktoy
the good father
who doesn't destroy the faith of a five year old
and theheart of a ten year old
with his razor tongue and racist...
the one who doesn't blacken the blue of the eye
who doesn't prophesy prison for his progeny
who doesn't walk away with hearts in one hand
and bleeding knife in the other
who doesn't take mothers humanity from her vagina
and from within her breast and smear it all over the bathroom floor
to make the kids eat it with their oatmeal
who understands the babysitter is off limits
is not his fucktoy
the good father
who doesn't destroy the faith of a five year old
and theheart of a ten year old
with his razor tongue and racist...
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Boy in a Box
there's a little boy
inside a box
ikeep within my heart
he's there in the box 'cuz
whenever he loves
he always get torn apart
his dad was a
loveless loser
who'd rarely part with a dime
but the little boy didn't
care about that
all he wanted was daddy's time
but daddy couldn't
be bothered
why waste my time he would say
and even though it
tore him apart
he loved daddy anyway
so he sits
insidethe box
guarding his feelings with care
wiping the tears from
his tired heart
loving someone...
inside a box
ikeep within my heart
he's there in the box 'cuz
whenever he loves
he always get torn apart
his dad was a
loveless loser
who'd rarely part with a dime
but the little boy didn't
care about that
all he wanted was daddy's time
but daddy couldn't
be bothered
why waste my time he would say
and even though it
tore him apart
he loved daddy anyway
so he sits
insidethe box
guarding his feelings with care
wiping the tears from
his tired heart
loving someone...
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Face down, ass up.
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