Submissions by AdeleRae
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jun 2011 2:57am
29th Jun 2011 2:57am
Forbidden Flesh
A woman dispite
the apple at night
my pet snake is lost
to the far left
A tiny branch
Dead man's grain
planted in ashes
of an urn
To the right
painful sleep
but there is no
sleeping on my back
Left
Right?
Let's follow
Democracy.
Like our fathers.
Who Art in Heaven?
Hell will be my name
To the serpant
the apple at night
my pet snake is lost
to the far left
A tiny branch
Dead man's grain
planted in ashes
of an urn
To the right
painful sleep
but there is no
sleeping on my back
Left
Right?
Let's follow
Democracy.
Like our fathers.
Who Art in Heaven?
Hell will be my name
To the serpant
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jun 2011 6:43pm
27th Jun 2011 6:43pm
Cherry Pie
I want
Cherry pie
Splitting on either side
I want the sensation
Burning my buds
And spitting the pits
Between my lips
The hard ball
Lazily slipping
Beauty in a spoon
That's what you are
Cherry pie
Cherry pie
Splitting on either side
I want the sensation
Burning my buds
And spitting the pits
Between my lips
The hard ball
Lazily slipping
Beauty in a spoon
That's what you are
Cherry pie
789 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jun 2011 5:37am
27th Jun 2011 5:37am
Corset
Untie those strings
loosen that corset
that binds my ribs
Like chinese footbinding
It turns the bones
folding into itself
Health problems eating
at the surface of the bite
at age five
that was the start
then onto waists at
eighteen
not years but inches
A hoop skirt tells the paper
golden coins in her breast
the man can eat his
fill of that
filthy bottled mess
loosen that corset
that binds my ribs
Like chinese footbinding
It turns the bones
folding into itself
Health problems eating
at the surface of the bite
at age five
that was the start
then onto waists at
eighteen
not years but inches
A hoop skirt tells the paper
golden coins in her breast
the man can eat his
fill of that
filthy bottled mess
821 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jun 2011 6:10am
12th Jun 2011 6:10am
Your Pink Paint
I'm groaning.
Knowing I can't touch it.
I can't touch that sacred
lovely
piece
That thing...
Keeps me up all night
Thinking...
Thinking...
Beauty in a fedora
That's what you are.
You piece of work.
The way your flannel lines straight
Your shape hidden.
You look like a
Pretty
...Pretty...
boy
I can look at you
I can dream about you
When I touch myself.
But I can't touch you?
Without you squirming away.
Profoundly screeching with laughter
It's not...
Knowing I can't touch it.
I can't touch that sacred
lovely
piece
That thing...
Keeps me up all night
Thinking...
Thinking...
Beauty in a fedora
That's what you are.
You piece of work.
The way your flannel lines straight
Your shape hidden.
You look like a
Pretty
...Pretty...
boy
I can look at you
I can dream about you
When I touch myself.
But I can't touch you?
Without you squirming away.
Profoundly screeching with laughter
It's not...
936 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Jun 2011 6:44am
7th Jun 2011 6:44am
Past
I'm dipping into my salvation
He was the lord of ultimate damnation
I can see you there
The blame on me
I can't believe that I let it be
The blood of shadows
all stretched about me
I'm trying
I'm trying
He was the lord of ultimate damnation
I can see you there
The blame on me
I can't believe that I let it be
The blood of shadows
all stretched about me
I'm trying
I'm trying
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jun 2011 7:02am
5th Jun 2011 7:02am
Fastfood Summer
Casting off the nats
Squishing the dirty grease
All full of tiny bugs and gritty salt
By the dozen they go.
They go and they go
People taking and taking
One after another.
It never stops.
Barely could call that clean.
Sickly yellow,
Like blood disease
dirty grease.
That's whatwe're eating.
Fastfood Summers.
Squishing the dirty grease
All full of tiny bugs and gritty salt
By the dozen they go.
They go and they go
People taking and taking
One after another.
It never stops.
Barely could call that clean.
Sickly yellow,
Like blood disease
dirty grease.
That's whatwe're eating.
Fastfood Summers.
677 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jun 2011 4:56am
4th Jun 2011 4:56am
What Would Walt Think Now?
I hear America singing.
Their carols?
HA!
Their lyrics exasperating the tilting America.
Painfully crafted nerves gasping for breath.
Through the looking glass.
The glassed stone.
I hear America sing too.
But I hear nothing but mindless chanting.
An ancient cult.
No thoughts,
Just play follow the leader.
Their carols?
HA!
Their lyrics exasperating the tilting America.
Painfully crafted nerves gasping for breath.
Through the looking glass.
The glassed stone.
I hear America sing too.
But I hear nothing but mindless chanting.
An ancient cult.
No thoughts,
Just play follow the leader.
661 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st May 2011 4:03am
31st May 2011 4:03am
Work, Spilled Milk.
Milk tumbles over
Dirty towel used too much
Spills onto the floor
Dirty towel used too much
Spills onto the floor
661 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th May 2011 00:22am
28th May 2011 00:22am
Adieu
It lays knelt before the pulpit
It's song goes unsung in an hourglass throat
All it can do is sit
It weighs out conviction.
awaits fate.
It holds out the hand.
The slender pianist hands.
Creates reality from a push.
It's clay
Cracked and hard.
She is all but clay.
It's song goes unsung in an hourglass throat
All it can do is sit
It weighs out conviction.
awaits fate.
It holds out the hand.
The slender pianist hands.
Creates reality from a push.
It's clay
Cracked and hard.
She is all but clay.
695 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd May 2011 7:54pm
23rd May 2011 7:54pm
Out of Body.
Summarizing the day
Long and moist
He didn't take my hand but he led me
Led me into hiding.
I was wearing a lengthy skirt.
The day was long.
Kissed me like the day.
moist.
I knew I'd never seen him
That's why he took my hand
Just was a quick fix.
Nothing drawn and perplex.
It was just a little test.
In my little mind.
I couldn't feel a thing.
I was completely blind.
A bad boy wrapped in leather.
A maiden dressed as wench.
His hands were a guide
My mouth...
Long and moist
He didn't take my hand but he led me
Led me into hiding.
I was wearing a lengthy skirt.
The day was long.
Kissed me like the day.
moist.
I knew I'd never seen him
That's why he took my hand
Just was a quick fix.
Nothing drawn and perplex.
It was just a little test.
In my little mind.
I couldn't feel a thing.
I was completely blind.
A bad boy wrapped in leather.
A maiden dressed as wench.
His hands were a guide
My mouth...
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SELF POEM
Published
20th May 2011 4:09am
20th May 2011 4:09am
Carnival
An acidic carnival snapping at my heel.
A stroke of turpentine right across my field.
Sailors parked on the lot in the sea.
A legend so old, it terrifies me.
This year has been blurred of a carousel color.
Streaks of an undefined corn maze spector.
The pirates map the ladles soup.
I can't wait to time the loop.
A rabid ferris wheel brings me up higher.
The strike of a match sparks it on fire.
My thoughts are avid, livid, here.
I am not going to breathe in the mirror.
My acidic carnival phantomed one day,
It had...
A stroke of turpentine right across my field.
Sailors parked on the lot in the sea.
A legend so old, it terrifies me.
This year has been blurred of a carousel color.
Streaks of an undefined corn maze spector.
The pirates map the ladles soup.
I can't wait to time the loop.
A rabid ferris wheel brings me up higher.
The strike of a match sparks it on fire.
My thoughts are avid, livid, here.
I am not going to breathe in the mirror.
My acidic carnival phantomed one day,
It had...
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