Submissions by starz_n_peaches (Little Miss Maxwell)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The Beige Lyricist, Poet and Spoken Word Artist who tells it just how it is, without all the unnecessary florals
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Mar 2011 8:26pm
21st Mar 2011 8:26pm
Love Game 360
Your adhesive loving makes me claustrophobic
Both Inside
And out
But then...
You looked at her
Took her for a spin
Let her show you a “good time”
Started to like her
Started to like her a lot
Spent hours on end with her
Disappeared for days
And nights
Sometimes even weeks
You toyed with one another to the sound of
Jack the Lad Swing
-How I’d love to stab them all in the eye...
After they’ve taken me for a spin of course
To show me a “good time”
Then, you suffer a make down
A break...
Both Inside
And out
But then...
You looked at her
Took her for a spin
Let her show you a “good time”
Started to like her
Started to like her a lot
Spent hours on end with her
Disappeared for days
And nights
Sometimes even weeks
You toyed with one another to the sound of
Jack the Lad Swing
-How I’d love to stab them all in the eye...
After they’ve taken me for a spin of course
To show me a “good time”
Then, you suffer a make down
A break...
163 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Mar 2011 3:38pm
19th Mar 2011 3:38pm
Right, Ok
I'm ready to enthral
Install
Sperm to an egg
2 arms, one leg
This is me, tears an' all
Take a bat 'n' ball
Install
Access denied
Never on the scale but, at least i tried
Time to decide
decide with my ears
breathe life into your fears
fear crawling on olive skin
the truth, sharp as a pin
2 words
I win.
Install
Sperm to an egg
2 arms, one leg
This is me, tears an' all
Take a bat 'n' ball
Install
Access denied
Never on the scale but, at least i tried
Time to decide
decide with my ears
breathe life into your fears
fear crawling on olive skin
the truth, sharp as a pin
2 words
I win.
153 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Mar 2011 3:26pm
19th Mar 2011 3:26pm
Somewhere
Somewhere there are riots, there are tears, there is torment
Libyans take to the street and chant
Somali pirates show no mercy
Someone is rebuilding Haiti
and somewhere Sarkozy is trying to create a secular society
- pity his wife likes to wear a crucifix at public events.
At this moment, the American mink is colonising the home of Irn-bru
Princes is killing dolphins so that you can eat your canned tuna
Chewing gum is eroding a stomach lining
and Boots has begun selling DIY DNA kits.
The Dog man and the Bird woman are debating animal...
Libyans take to the street and chant
Somali pirates show no mercy
Someone is rebuilding Haiti
and somewhere Sarkozy is trying to create a secular society
- pity his wife likes to wear a crucifix at public events.
At this moment, the American mink is colonising the home of Irn-bru
Princes is killing dolphins so that you can eat your canned tuna
Chewing gum is eroding a stomach lining
and Boots has begun selling DIY DNA kits.
The Dog man and the Bird woman are debating animal...
169 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Mar 2011 8:19pm
17th Mar 2011 8:19pm
JF with love
Living a lie?
Tryna fit in?
Always something you’re not?
Putting on a face?
Denying your own case?
Knowing that you’ll never win.
Knowing your own past
Facts without fictitious lace
A history coated in rumour
But you know the truth.
You know what happened
You know what almost happened
And why didn’t it?
Because you didn’t allow it.
And next they all turned
Rotated in the sun
Cast a shadow over what was yourself
Yourself
Minus that shot of naivety
And all you’ve got left is that screwed up,...
Tryna fit in?
Always something you’re not?
Putting on a face?
Denying your own case?
Knowing that you’ll never win.
Knowing your own past
Facts without fictitious lace
A history coated in rumour
But you know the truth.
You know what happened
You know what almost happened
And why didn’t it?
Because you didn’t allow it.
And next they all turned
Rotated in the sun
Cast a shadow over what was yourself
Yourself
Minus that shot of naivety
And all you’ve got left is that screwed up,...
152 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Mar 2011 8:11pm
17th Mar 2011 8:11pm
Sex
Sex sells.
Sex cells create bodies
Sperm and egg
Intertwined
In a deep, forbidden lair.
Sexual seduction
Sexual activity
Sexual actions
Action potentials
Through a shaft
Allow for a plunge
Or two
Swift and sharp of course-
The best and only way to hit the spot
...just like a lost shovel in a vegetable plot.
Sex sells.
Language, lube and lingerie
It creates a different feeling within each experience
Of a rather sensual day...
Pussy and dick
The most technical vocab to be used by a prick.
A...
Sex cells create bodies
Sperm and egg
Intertwined
In a deep, forbidden lair.
Sexual seduction
Sexual activity
Sexual actions
Action potentials
Through a shaft
Allow for a plunge
Or two
Swift and sharp of course-
The best and only way to hit the spot
...just like a lost shovel in a vegetable plot.
Sex sells.
Language, lube and lingerie
It creates a different feeling within each experience
Of a rather sensual day...
Pussy and dick
The most technical vocab to be used by a prick.
A...
567 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Mar 2011 8:40pm
16th Mar 2011 8:40pm
Rugged
To glide between the toes
To partially rub; potentially singe
To caress the soul of a sole
To see your fibres stiffen with maturation
To be floored
To openly sign up to be used and abused
To lay beneath; be underneath
Right where you belong
You possess stains of experience that fray your rugged exterior
You have a brush with many
But you’re nothing special
Here it comes
With one sharp plunge
And then you’re torn apart
Tossed aside
Now there’s a new carpet in my heart
To partially rub; potentially singe
To caress the soul of a sole
To see your fibres stiffen with maturation
To be floored
To openly sign up to be used and abused
To lay beneath; be underneath
Right where you belong
You possess stains of experience that fray your rugged exterior
You have a brush with many
But you’re nothing special
Here it comes
With one sharp plunge
And then you’re torn apart
Tossed aside
Now there’s a new carpet in my heart
306 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Mar 2011 8:36pm
16th Mar 2011 8:36pm
Reality Pills
I’ve a head full of sherbet
And a heart beat made of rhythmic shoe polish
A black, beautiful intoxication
Mascarpone paranoia: the result of marmite fathers
I’m wide-eyed at a chocolate muffin
And then, i’ve a faint twinge of sanguinity
A fault in the brick work
A war between razors and wild horses
Last words?
I think not
I’m not being taken down by
A pan full of politics and a tongue smeared in technological tartan
I’m sick of your bull shit, shoulder feeler
No pulse, no mould, no mattress
You hide behind salty...
And a heart beat made of rhythmic shoe polish
A black, beautiful intoxication
Mascarpone paranoia: the result of marmite fathers
I’m wide-eyed at a chocolate muffin
And then, i’ve a faint twinge of sanguinity
A fault in the brick work
A war between razors and wild horses
Last words?
I think not
I’m not being taken down by
A pan full of politics and a tongue smeared in technological tartan
I’m sick of your bull shit, shoulder feeler
No pulse, no mould, no mattress
You hide behind salty...
221 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Mar 2011 7:25pm
14th Mar 2011 7:25pm
The Consultation
You’ve been advertising lovers’ liberty in facebook’s fish bowl
Cascading alphabetical anarchy
Yet acting as if you’ve spent your evenings typing on egg shells
You exchanged a heterosexual package for a hangover
Guilty?
You know, there’s more value in the handful than the heap; the proportions are better
You stayed on the coach because outside it got wetter
You wanted insight; spent an hour at the base
You looked at a surname, tasted a face
You’ve a vague memory of getting smashed
Did you forget batteries weren’t included?
Ah well,...
Cascading alphabetical anarchy
Yet acting as if you’ve spent your evenings typing on egg shells
You exchanged a heterosexual package for a hangover
Guilty?
You know, there’s more value in the handful than the heap; the proportions are better
You stayed on the coach because outside it got wetter
You wanted insight; spent an hour at the base
You looked at a surname, tasted a face
You’ve a vague memory of getting smashed
Did you forget batteries weren’t included?
Ah well,...
192 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Mar 2011 7:20pm
14th Mar 2011 7:20pm
Bread Bin
The survival of smiles
Exists only through bread and alcohol.
Click
Blink
Bang
The lifestyle of a Mancunian reject,
Who’s thirsty for purpose.
But, all I can think about is momento mori
And buying eggs from asda.
Blessed be the fruit of the girl who got stressed
And spent an eternity in a telephone box,
Considering the length of a tight rope.
Stay away from the suicidal sugar puffs
They know not what they do- or so sky news told me.
It was also featured on push
Along with leather spoons and tampon-shaped light...
Exists only through bread and alcohol.
Click
Blink
Bang
The lifestyle of a Mancunian reject,
Who’s thirsty for purpose.
But, all I can think about is momento mori
And buying eggs from asda.
Blessed be the fruit of the girl who got stressed
And spent an eternity in a telephone box,
Considering the length of a tight rope.
Stay away from the suicidal sugar puffs
They know not what they do- or so sky news told me.
It was also featured on push
Along with leather spoons and tampon-shaped light...
148 reads
0 Comments
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