Submissions by Asani
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I live my life based on two principles. One☝🏾: I live as if today was my last day on earth. Two✌🏾: I live today as if I’m going to live forever
ANGER POEM
Published
9th Mar 2014 10:05pm
9th Mar 2014 10:05pm
VENTMENTZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Like a mad man with a empty box! I'm coming at yah, so ya better watch!
i'm talking out for every girl who cries herself to sleep at nights,
Whose life is in a boxing ring as everyday its fights,
Whose face knows the inside of the pillow more than the sponges,
Who has to bare your constant stares and grudges,
I want to know who the fuck made you all the keepers of anyone’s life
Who the fuck is you to say who we can take as wife?
For too long we have hidden behind our own sexuality
All because your chest can’t digest us properly!
Well for this...
i'm talking out for every girl who cries herself to sleep at nights,
Whose life is in a boxing ring as everyday its fights,
Whose face knows the inside of the pillow more than the sponges,
Who has to bare your constant stares and grudges,
I want to know who the fuck made you all the keepers of anyone’s life
Who the fuck is you to say who we can take as wife?
For too long we have hidden behind our own sexuality
All because your chest can’t digest us properly!
Well for this...
841 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Mar 2014 9:58pm
9th Mar 2014 9:58pm
Transfusion
Pumping exhaust fluids into my lungs
pensive
contemplating the events that led me here
skin on skin, pulse beating in unison
I thought I knew you.
Cold blackened space holds no room for my lively nature
shrinking in your silence.
Rounded up like cattle, branded by your type of rejection
unsure if the ecstasy 'we' felt you felt.
My words pound at your closed door
pleading,let me in.
My mind saw you as the prize I deserve
but you saw me as a task, a riddle never a rhyme
no bond to form, no thirst to quench, no us to be created
just you....
pensive
contemplating the events that led me here
skin on skin, pulse beating in unison
I thought I knew you.
Cold blackened space holds no room for my lively nature
shrinking in your silence.
Rounded up like cattle, branded by your type of rejection
unsure if the ecstasy 'we' felt you felt.
My words pound at your closed door
pleading,let me in.
My mind saw you as the prize I deserve
but you saw me as a task, a riddle never a rhyme
no bond to form, no thirst to quench, no us to be created
just you....
799 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Mar 2014 1:33am
5th Mar 2014 1:33am
My Dream reality
DESPERATE trying to find the words to tell how i FEEL, how i LOVE, how i YEARN, and how i HURT, CONSTANTLY trying to figure out WHERE i am in your LIFE, how i FIT in your PUZZLE, your CIRCLE, your HEART. SLOWLY trying to PRESSURE you, PERSUADE you, some may even say CON you, but SURELY and ACCURATELY i'm only trying to LOVE you. most people look at life from the OUTSIDE in, i look at life from the INSIDE out. LIFE starts at the HEART and continues to GROW or EXPAND unless there is doubt. i often SIT n WONDER where my life would be without you there, without your SENSE of HUMOR, your VOICE,...
749 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Mar 2014 1:15am
5th Mar 2014 1:15am
Wont apologize
I will not apologize if my main squeeze
Is not with whom you are please
Or of whom religion speaks
With the right amount of masculinity
Shaping our forbiden entity
Your feminine nature
Our love they can't waver
When two hearts are becoming one
You and I, their thoughts I shun
Moving to the beat of our own conga drum
Drunken in love
The taste of your suckulent, honey dip, goodness
With the scent of lingering lust on my finger tips,
What hot mess we create when entageled together on that mission
To being the only ones
We...
Is not with whom you are please
Or of whom religion speaks
With the right amount of masculinity
Shaping our forbiden entity
Your feminine nature
Our love they can't waver
When two hearts are becoming one
You and I, their thoughts I shun
Moving to the beat of our own conga drum
Drunken in love
The taste of your suckulent, honey dip, goodness
With the scent of lingering lust on my finger tips,
What hot mess we create when entageled together on that mission
To being the only ones
We...
731 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Feb 2014 1:15am
20th Feb 2014 1:15am
Deafening silence
Silence is deafening
We sit here alone
Reminiscing on what was
Lingering
Thoughts of us pretzeled
Moans felt
Eyes dimmed
Mood paused at the repetition of an unwanted instincts
Heart racing
Eyes flooded
Thoughts flashing
Hatred towered slowly
Back into my shell where my silence remains deafening.
We sit here alone
Reminiscing on what was
Lingering
Thoughts of us pretzeled
Moans felt
Eyes dimmed
Mood paused at the repetition of an unwanted instincts
Heart racing
Eyes flooded
Thoughts flashing
Hatred towered slowly
Back into my shell where my silence remains deafening.
798 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Jan 2014 9:07pm
19th Jan 2014 9:07pm
Sex terms and agreement
If you create a beast you are responsible for maintaining the security of your creation and you are fully responsible for all activities that occur under the intense pressure and any other actions taken in connection with the involvement. You must not describe your creation in a misleading or unlawful manner, including in a manner intended to trade on the name or reputation of others, and sex with your creation may change or remove any description that it considers inappropriate or otherwise likely to cause the beast to be positioned for possible liability. You must immediately notify your...
981 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jan 2014 9:03pm
19th Jan 2014 9:03pm
emotions
Emotions aren't toys, they aren't made to be played with, but if placed in the wrong hands they can be toyed with. Keep your eyes open and remember "humans" can fail you anytime, and even though we all have imperfections its up to you to know if that person imperfections is worth possessing, for the time being, or maybe for a lifetime. Just remember that emotions they aren't toys they aren't made to be played with. At the end of the day people hold on to secrets like guns, comfort you then shoot without stating that its hurt in the chamber, its a fucked up game, bullets don't have...
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