Submissions by Arryn
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Nov 2009 8:05pm
24th Nov 2009 8:05pm
Indecency at its best.
Running your fingers all over my breasts,
leaving my heartbeat to pound on my chest,
leaving me feeling completely caressed,
giving my life a profound, new-found zest.
Skilfully slipping down south to molest;
You’re vulgar! Indecent! But I’ll not protest.
Awaiting your crudeness at its vey best -
The tap of your finger; a most welcomed guest!
Tearing & ripping away at what’s left;
it’s the only way now; I know we’ve digressed.
But I do not care! I want you undressed!
It’s time now; we’re ready. This needs to progress....
leaving my heartbeat to pound on my chest,
leaving me feeling completely caressed,
giving my life a profound, new-found zest.
Skilfully slipping down south to molest;
You’re vulgar! Indecent! But I’ll not protest.
Awaiting your crudeness at its vey best -
The tap of your finger; a most welcomed guest!
Tearing & ripping away at what’s left;
it’s the only way now; I know we’ve digressed.
But I do not care! I want you undressed!
It’s time now; we’re ready. This needs to progress....
1140 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2009 5:20pm
23rd Nov 2009 5:20pm
Never Too Late
It’s never too late
to leave it all behind,
to walk away from your own life,
to leave 'why' undefined.
It’s never too late
to see how you were blind;
oblivious to how the knife
towards your throat did shine.
It’s never too late
to let yourself unwind,
to forget about your pain and strife
and how you were confined.
It’s never too late
for our love to be entwined,
for me to be your loving wife;
If only you’ll be mine.
to leave it all behind,
to walk away from your own life,
to leave 'why' undefined.
It’s never too late
to see how you were blind;
oblivious to how the knife
towards your throat did shine.
It’s never too late
to let yourself unwind,
to forget about your pain and strife
and how you were confined.
It’s never too late
for our love to be entwined,
for me to be your loving wife;
If only you’ll be mine.
761 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Nov 2009 9:07am
21st Nov 2009 9:07am
Illusionary Insanity
Let me out of this prison,
this prison that’s my mind.
Stop it from destroying me,
destroying me inside.
Get me away from all these people,
these people full of shit.
Those promises all broken,
those lies all told with wit.
End this constant misery,
this misery bequeathed.
Take the sword plunged in my heart
and make sure it is sheathed.
Please just carry me away,
away from all this hate.
Take me, hold me close to you
and save me from this fate.
this prison that’s my mind.
Stop it from destroying me,
destroying me inside.
Get me away from all these people,
these people full of shit.
Those promises all broken,
those lies all told with wit.
End this constant misery,
this misery bequeathed.
Take the sword plunged in my heart
and make sure it is sheathed.
Please just carry me away,
away from all this hate.
Take me, hold me close to you
and save me from this fate.
741 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
20th Nov 2009 8:14pm
20th Nov 2009 8:14pm
Chorus of disapproval
All you do is scrutinize,
you judge, complain and fraternize
with those who're part of our demise.
Never look us in the eyes;
I'd like to say that's quite unwise -
you might end up being chastised,
a taste perhaps, of your reprise,
rumours which are just surmised,
leaving us our last outcry
to all those who we do despise.
We will hold on; won't say goodbyes
and it may be your last sunrise.
We're tired of living in disguise
so from our shells we will arise
and all of you've known we will defy
until your actions are...
you judge, complain and fraternize
with those who're part of our demise.
Never look us in the eyes;
I'd like to say that's quite unwise -
you might end up being chastised,
a taste perhaps, of your reprise,
rumours which are just surmised,
leaving us our last outcry
to all those who we do despise.
We will hold on; won't say goodbyes
and it may be your last sunrise.
We're tired of living in disguise
so from our shells we will arise
and all of you've known we will defy
until your actions are...
809 reads
0 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
20th Nov 2009 6:04pm
20th Nov 2009 6:04pm
Different
So what if I’m gay?
So what if I’m Jewish?
So what if I’m black
and not part of your nation?
I’m part of this planet
A part of this station
I’m not a sensation
Illusion, protrusion.
I’m a bloody human.
So what if I’m Jewish?
So what if I’m black
and not part of your nation?
I’m part of this planet
A part of this station
I’m not a sensation
Illusion, protrusion.
I’m a bloody human.
881 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Nov 2009 7:17pm
19th Nov 2009 7:17pm
Ideally Imperfect
The world is not a good place,
it's not what we make of it.
No matter how hard we try
someone will destroy it.
We try and try to fix things -
Our own mistakes, others' carelessness.
But nobody cares.
No, the world is not a good place.
It forces you to look a certain way
for if you don't you are an outcast,
you need to smoke, you need to drink,
you need to be the fittest fuck.
And if you're not
then no one wants you.
So selfish, so unreal.
Uncaring and so cruel.
And when you say you just give up,...
it's not what we make of it.
No matter how hard we try
someone will destroy it.
We try and try to fix things -
Our own mistakes, others' carelessness.
But nobody cares.
No, the world is not a good place.
It forces you to look a certain way
for if you don't you are an outcast,
you need to smoke, you need to drink,
you need to be the fittest fuck.
And if you're not
then no one wants you.
So selfish, so unreal.
Uncaring and so cruel.
And when you say you just give up,...
892 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Nov 2009 7:01pm
19th Nov 2009 7:01pm
Demands
Demands, demands,
there are but demands;
fed promises, raised hopes,
all to be broken, shattered and lost.
No honesty, just poverty -
it’s all a big hoax.
There is no real peace,
nor wisdom of men.
Power overcomes the care for your nation;
what should not be done
no longer matters.
The government estranges
those who are “unworthy”;
it states they are outcasts,
unable, uncaring.
In the land of the free
where all is controlled.
there are but demands;
fed promises, raised hopes,
all to be broken, shattered and lost.
No honesty, just poverty -
it’s all a big hoax.
There is no real peace,
nor wisdom of men.
Power overcomes the care for your nation;
what should not be done
no longer matters.
The government estranges
those who are “unworthy”;
it states they are outcasts,
unable, uncaring.
In the land of the free
where all is controlled.
1021 reads
3 Comments
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