Submissions by 7wednesdays
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love doing art and poetry is one of 'em
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Mar 2013 1:14am
27th Mar 2013 1:14am
Fetish Fantasm
Shimmering glass in the monotonous crowd
draws my corneas--
I pursue.
Grabbing the back of his neck,
drawing him into me,
ignoring the fast-paced, roaring, bustling crowd,
utilizing the intensity of this moment
to fulfill my glasses fetish.
I thought I was the only one
holding on--
wrong--
feel my flesh chip and crack
under nails-- starving for skin.
The nails aren't polished.
Polish
Nail
Hand
Foot
Fetish
I surrender to gravity,
surround my desire with
the saliva-soaked walls of my mouth,
and...
draws my corneas--
I pursue.
Grabbing the back of his neck,
drawing him into me,
ignoring the fast-paced, roaring, bustling crowd,
utilizing the intensity of this moment
to fulfill my glasses fetish.
I thought I was the only one
holding on--
wrong--
feel my flesh chip and crack
under nails-- starving for skin.
The nails aren't polished.
Polish
Nail
Hand
Foot
Fetish
I surrender to gravity,
surround my desire with
the saliva-soaked walls of my mouth,
and...
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Mar 2013 1:08am
27th Mar 2013 1:08am
Regrets of a Fairy
Party queen
Party whore
Party tease
Do the other girls envy
me?
Mind-- not at ease--
reckless attempts to appease
my pulsing body.
Tripping hard, a fairy
with acorns for pupils,
body rotting from
the inside out, glum
ooze escapes
and rapes
important blood vessels
from that safe
canal under my tongue.
I feel the beat
the rhythm
the heat,
it glides, pulses, surges
through me like an orgasm.
My hips respond
my ass
my waist
my whole being
my soul
We all move as one,...
Party whore
Party tease
Do the other girls envy
me?
Mind-- not at ease--
reckless attempts to appease
my pulsing body.
Tripping hard, a fairy
with acorns for pupils,
body rotting from
the inside out, glum
ooze escapes
and rapes
important blood vessels
from that safe
canal under my tongue.
I feel the beat
the rhythm
the heat,
it glides, pulses, surges
through me like an orgasm.
My hips respond
my ass
my waist
my whole being
my soul
We all move as one,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Dec 2012 4:48am
13th Dec 2012 4:48am
A Brief Piem...
Tis a cold I,
along flounder'n on creeks,
alone.
Tis fated.
Tapering deciduous conifer,
hazardous you.
We,
not intended,
warm, lonely.
We tingle bone,
but tis unwanted.
And me,
wrought anxieties,
alone, frustrated.
We,
together, bisected.
Fall I.
Visionary clouded--
a summit-- touchable see,
glimmered, blackened, rot, cascade.
Reach I.
along flounder'n on creeks,
alone.
Tis fated.
Tapering deciduous conifer,
hazardous you.
We,
not intended,
warm, lonely.
We tingle bone,
but tis unwanted.
And me,
wrought anxieties,
alone, frustrated.
We,
together, bisected.
Fall I.
Visionary clouded--
a summit-- touchable see,
glimmered, blackened, rot, cascade.
Reach I.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Sep 2012 7:25am
28th Sep 2012 7:25am
Mile High Fail
That awkward moment when...
your body is sent up-
ward in the transportation made
by human innovation to
travel as the bird does.
Sitting in the third seat,
I antisocially fail to smile as
the stranger-- the
other passenger-- comes
to lay claim to
the seat adjacent to
my own. At first complacent, I
prepare for my lame nap
--long anticipated-- however, I
am struck by a notion, perhaps not terribly clever, to
embark on an endeavor that
I had perhaps never thought
to attempt before. Fluttering my lashes to
the position...
your body is sent up-
ward in the transportation made
by human innovation to
travel as the bird does.
Sitting in the third seat,
I antisocially fail to smile as
the stranger-- the
other passenger-- comes
to lay claim to
the seat adjacent to
my own. At first complacent, I
prepare for my lame nap
--long anticipated-- however, I
am struck by a notion, perhaps not terribly clever, to
embark on an endeavor that
I had perhaps never thought
to attempt before. Fluttering my lashes to
the position...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jul 2012 2:50am
10th Jul 2012 2:50am
Unsurrounded
All around me is
nothing to be had
and no one to be found.
I stare into the sea of
bodies and
cannot meet the gaze of
any of these zombies in
this haze. I
close my eyes and walk-- in a daze-- on...
trapped indefinitely in the maze... lost.
nothing to be had
and no one to be found.
I stare into the sea of
bodies and
cannot meet the gaze of
any of these zombies in
this haze. I
close my eyes and walk-- in a daze-- on...
trapped indefinitely in the maze... lost.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Jun 2012 5:22am
28th Jun 2012 5:22am
Barren Subway Shop
It was my fault,
admittedly,
but I am out of place.
There is no coffee here,
nor is there a bohemia in reach.
I am in a sterile limbo--
void of companionship,
ready to swallow me down
like a chewed up
chocolate chip cookie.
When this is over
I will return to my hearth
of friends, coffee, spontaneity...
but now I am trapped here,
waiting for Godot
as it were...
admittedly,
but I am out of place.
There is no coffee here,
nor is there a bohemia in reach.
I am in a sterile limbo--
void of companionship,
ready to swallow me down
like a chewed up
chocolate chip cookie.
When this is over
I will return to my hearth
of friends, coffee, spontaneity...
but now I am trapped here,
waiting for Godot
as it were...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Jun 2012 9:07pm
27th Jun 2012 9:07pm
On this side of the guard rail
I am staring
at the nearly perfect circle
of flaking flesh
at the corner of my toenail.
I smell my arm.
The arm-hairs rise
and enter the cavity
of my sniffing nostril.
I suppose we will
reach the beach
a few hours from now.
at the nearly perfect circle
of flaking flesh
at the corner of my toenail.
I smell my arm.
The arm-hairs rise
and enter the cavity
of my sniffing nostril.
I suppose we will
reach the beach
a few hours from now.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Jun 2012 9:03pm
27th Jun 2012 9:03pm
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
Inspired by Emily Dickinson's...
Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds
To a heart in port,
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!
... I wrote...
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
I, with you now
stare into your eyes, wondering how
I will ever turn my gaze away.
Futile the alarm clock
to our beating hearts--
exhausted, exhilarated, from our...
Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds
To a heart in port,
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!
... I wrote...
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
I, with you now
stare into your eyes, wondering how
I will ever turn my gaze away.
Futile the alarm clock
to our beating hearts--
exhausted, exhilarated, from our...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jun 2012 4:00am
24th Jun 2012 4:00am
Infinite Incipience
Perpetually Beginning...
"the end"-- hallucination, figment of imagination--
floating, cascading, tis simmering over,
swirling out to the open, rejoining the circle...
"the end"-- hallucination, figment of imagination--
floating, cascading, tis simmering over,
swirling out to the open, rejoining the circle...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Jun 2012 3:56am
24th Jun 2012 3:56am
Were Meant To
women on women
men on men
women on men, men on women
animals on animals
pursuing their passions'
were meant to light the fire
were meant to burn with desire
were meant to play out lust--
touch! for you must!
moan on groan
bone on bone
flesh on flesh
skin for the grin
women and men
in any combination...
were meant to dance!
men on men
women on men, men on women
animals on animals
pursuing their passions'
were meant to light the fire
were meant to burn with desire
were meant to play out lust--
touch! for you must!
moan on groan
bone on bone
flesh on flesh
skin for the grin
women and men
in any combination...
were meant to dance!
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ANGER POEM
Published
19th Jun 2012 2:58pm
19th Jun 2012 2:58pm
I Pity Your Highness
So you think you're so high
with your view of the sky,
squishing everyone else
under the weight of your penthouse.
Oh how your mightiness oozes!
And every night in my bed--
after reading Wall Street's latest--
I stare up at the ceiling
and pray
to the most recently trending
deity that one glorious day
I will share in your way.
You already assumed this of course.
Your omniscience is revered by all.
It is told in story-books
to impressionable children, naive and small;
between savouring his boogers
and enjoying the...
with your view of the sky,
squishing everyone else
under the weight of your penthouse.
Oh how your mightiness oozes!
And every night in my bed--
after reading Wall Street's latest--
I stare up at the ceiling
and pray
to the most recently trending
deity that one glorious day
I will share in your way.
You already assumed this of course.
Your omniscience is revered by all.
It is told in story-books
to impressionable children, naive and small;
between savouring his boogers
and enjoying the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jun 2012 2:35pm
19th Jun 2012 2:35pm
Communication Deterioration
Click click click
lick the seal
envelopes don't puke
but they can if they're given no other
stricken lingering loop holes
to tickle tackle
a football foot massage train
chain hit that shit smack ow cow
cat's tail that I tied to a chair with my hair
a fur ball it puked
I barfed you smell
hell fire brimstone
ogre fart broke my heart
you shart in an airport stall
hall ball lol l o l
letters is are not words
are is not absurd.
lick the seal
envelopes don't puke
but they can if they're given no other
stricken lingering loop holes
to tickle tackle
a football foot massage train
chain hit that shit smack ow cow
cat's tail that I tied to a chair with my hair
a fur ball it puked
I barfed you smell
hell fire brimstone
ogre fart broke my heart
you shart in an airport stall
hall ball lol l o l
letters is are not words
are is not absurd.
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