Submissions by AliceKnowsBest
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
ANGER POEM
Published
26th Feb 2010 00:50am
26th Feb 2010 00:50am
Just Clearing the Air:
Now that you mention it I don’t like it when you’re joking
It doesn’t sound like jokes to me – only mean words being spewed.
Yes it matter’s how you feel and the way my friends are viewed.
I don’t like it when you refer to people with derogatory words
Words are like a punch in the face, they can really, really hurt.
Don’t talk about my Mother, don’t act like you know…
If you want me to really like you, back it up and take it slow.
Stop calling my friends names, instead think of nice things to say
Kindness is a turn on and it goes a long way.
...
It doesn’t sound like jokes to me – only mean words being spewed.
Yes it matter’s how you feel and the way my friends are viewed.
I don’t like it when you refer to people with derogatory words
Words are like a punch in the face, they can really, really hurt.
Don’t talk about my Mother, don’t act like you know…
If you want me to really like you, back it up and take it slow.
Stop calling my friends names, instead think of nice things to say
Kindness is a turn on and it goes a long way.
...
747 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Feb 2010 1:38pm
24th Feb 2010 1:38pm
Daddies And Their Little Girls:
Some never have good Daddies who treat them really good.
Some forget to love their little girls and protect them like they should.
Little girls will do anything to make their Daddy smile-
They’ll forgive their Daddies anything while they wither away defiled.
Eventually the little girl that has been beaten down and broken,
Will grow up with an emptiness that’s left unsaid or spoken.
She will be a woman with a little girl left inside,
Who’s just waiting to come out and no longer has to hide.
She may seek protection from Daddy wanna-bes,...
984 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Feb 2010 00:14am
21st Feb 2010 00:14am
Saving Grace with a Halo:
She wanders aimlessly strung out looking for a place to crash-
She’s outa money and she finished her stash.
She’s a skinny little girl not quite sixteen
Surviving alone on the City streets.
She’s been beaten down and been called out her name
She wishes to die to end her shame.
Little black girl- A Bastards child
Left unloved to run a-wild.
The cars drive by she’s lookin for tricks
Wanting their money needing her fix
Knowing nothing better only the game-
She’s lost all hope She’s full of shame.
Scrawny...
She’s outa money and she finished her stash.
She’s a skinny little girl not quite sixteen
Surviving alone on the City streets.
She’s been beaten down and been called out her name
She wishes to die to end her shame.
Little black girl- A Bastards child
Left unloved to run a-wild.
The cars drive by she’s lookin for tricks
Wanting their money needing her fix
Knowing nothing better only the game-
She’s lost all hope She’s full of shame.
Scrawny...
678 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
19th Feb 2010 10:23am
19th Feb 2010 10:23am
For The Ones Who Believe:
What would you do if Jesus passed by?
Would you drop to your knees?
Would you shamefully cry?
Would his light be too much for your human eyes?
What if he rose from the dead this day?
Would the water’s part?
Would paths clear way?
Would unholy people turn to stone?
No longer will the righteous walk alone……
They’ll be walking beside Jesus.
What would you do if it were your last day to breathe?
Would you confess your sins...
Would you drop to your knees?
Would you shamefully cry?
Would his light be too much for your human eyes?
What if he rose from the dead this day?
Would the water’s part?
Would paths clear way?
Would unholy people turn to stone?
No longer will the righteous walk alone……
They’ll be walking beside Jesus.
What would you do if it were your last day to breathe?
Would you confess your sins...
923 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Feb 2010 00:55am
19th Feb 2010 00:55am
Sincere:
All the innocence of your words coming towards me like a
wave of emotion,
Rattling me to the core of my being.
I believe that you believe what you are saying when you say
it.
I believe your emotions are real and raw.
It turns me on and draws me in,
Almost having me forget what we really are to each other.
Since you ask, yes I dream of you and fantasize about us,
But no further will that go.
My wants will never just justify my needs.
You need to stop coming...
wave of emotion,
Rattling me to the core of my being.
I believe that you believe what you are saying when you say
it.
I believe your emotions are real and raw.
It turns me on and draws me in,
Almost having me forget what we really are to each other.
Since you ask, yes I dream of you and fantasize about us,
But no further will that go.
My wants will never just justify my needs.
You need to stop coming...
1236 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Feb 2010 1:12pm
18th Feb 2010 1:12pm
Stolen Moments:
How sweet it is the sound of silence
Through my ears the nothingness is peace.
No sounds of anger or pleading for wants
No disappointed faces or expectant eyes upon me.
I hear the sound of my own breathing as I lay quietly
My Body still upon my bed trying to void my memories
I’m a soul floating above, not existing yet caught in limbo
I feel not my skin or the pain within my heart.
I no longer feel the need to cry out in pain.
I wish not for what I never had.
I am content...
Through my ears the nothingness is peace.
No sounds of anger or pleading for wants
No disappointed faces or expectant eyes upon me.
I hear the sound of my own breathing as I lay quietly
My Body still upon my bed trying to void my memories
I’m a soul floating above, not existing yet caught in limbo
I feel not my skin or the pain within my heart.
I no longer feel the need to cry out in pain.
I wish not for what I never had.
I am content...
828 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Feb 2010 5:08am
18th Feb 2010 5:08am
A Penchant for Sex:
She was born horny she really believes
She can always remember touching her own body.
She remembers kissing Bobby in a pile of leaves
She was only five years old.
Her first love was at the age of ten
He was all of thirteen
She kissed him and called him her boyfriend
He went home with cum in his pants.
She lost her virginity in her parents bed
She was only twelve years young
She let him fuck her and she gave him head.
He...
1344 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Feb 2010 5:03am
18th Feb 2010 5:03am
Says Who?
So I like nude beaches and I enjoy public displays,
I love holding hands and fucking all day.
I love phone sex with you telling what to do,
Touching myself with you guiding me through.
I love going to work with love bites on my neck
Feeling rode hard and put away wet.
It turns me on, how about you?
Is it wrong to say?
If it is, says who?
I love watching people kiss sometimes I imagine it’s me,
Some strange person bringing me to full ecstasy.
...
I love holding hands and fucking all day.
I love phone sex with you telling what to do,
Touching myself with you guiding me through.
I love going to work with love bites on my neck
Feeling rode hard and put away wet.
It turns me on, how about you?
Is it wrong to say?
If it is, says who?
I love watching people kiss sometimes I imagine it’s me,
Some strange person bringing me to full ecstasy.
...
1367 reads
11 Comments
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