Submissions by AvaShaw
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Mar 2017 10:55pm
1st Mar 2017 10:55pm
A Story
Can you tell me a story without talking?
Only movements.
Caress the spine of a novel waiting to be read
Grip the edges of a body at rest
Kiss the ending of a depressed life
Bite the introduction of a new high
Lick your way through the pages of a sweet climax.
How will I know the story?
By the way you'll hold me when you have finished.
And one day I will repeat the favor.
I will tell you a story with just my fingertips,
because not being completely touched is a story all on its own.
Only movements.
Caress the spine of a novel waiting to be read
Grip the edges of a body at rest
Kiss the ending of a depressed life
Bite the introduction of a new high
Lick your way through the pages of a sweet climax.
How will I know the story?
By the way you'll hold me when you have finished.
And one day I will repeat the favor.
I will tell you a story with just my fingertips,
because not being completely touched is a story all on its own.
515 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Nov 2016 4:26am
21st Nov 2016 4:26am
Falling
People talk about falling: falling in love, falling into harmony, falling into the arms of another. As if falling is a graceful act that only happens once, but when you get back up you fall once more. Over and over and over again they mention falling and falling hard. But do they mention tripping? Stumbling, jumping, dancing, fainting and even flipping! Because doing something with so much effort doesn’t happen as if everything is working to pull you down into the work you didn’t know you had. Nothing glides through the air with so much grace that the world seems to stop, just for you. It...
647 reads
DRUGS POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2016 5:22am
3rd Jul 2016 5:22am
Drunk
How is it I am highly wasted? I'm sitting on a couch in my house that doesn't belong to me and thinking, 'How did I get so intoxicated?' I look over to see the man that assisted in handling me and my free booze, but I'm so drunk I don't realize he isn't there. I call him over and he sits with me. We chat, we cuddle, we kiss. I pulled away to see it wasn't him I was kissing, it was the couch pillow. 'Damn I must be hella drunk.' I get up and decide it's best to shower. Layer by layer I remove pieces of clothing I wish didn't have to smell so much of what reminded me of drugs, addictive....
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Nov 2015 9:23pm
15th Nov 2015 9:23pm
Brown
I look into you and see the old boots that you stick into your closet for safe keeping, for whenever you decide that running away from home is better than fighting it.
I look into you and see the footprints on my floor after you come home from walking while it was raining.
I look into you and see your wet hair from when we had shared kisses locked in the shower together.
I look into you and see the light complexion of your skin pressed tightly against my sheets, as you try to erase bad memories with better dreams of tomorrow.
I look into you and see my hair, draped over your...
I look into you and see the footprints on my floor after you come home from walking while it was raining.
I look into you and see your wet hair from when we had shared kisses locked in the shower together.
I look into you and see the light complexion of your skin pressed tightly against my sheets, as you try to erase bad memories with better dreams of tomorrow.
I look into you and see my hair, draped over your...
421 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2015 4:55am
2nd Sep 2015 4:55am
Love
I banned you
I rejected you
I hate you,
Yet I see that you have made yourself back in my life.
In times of leisure, all I want is what you offer.
I want your heart,
your laugh,
and I even want you keeping me warm at night.
It makes me sick!
I hate how thick you make my chest,
I hate how you make my fingers shake,
and I mostly hate how I run from you,
yet somehow,
you catch up to me.
I wanna rip out my eyes at the thought of you,
yet recently,
I have wished to be blind.
I rejected you
I hate you,
Yet I see that you have made yourself back in my life.
In times of leisure, all I want is what you offer.
I want your heart,
your laugh,
and I even want you keeping me warm at night.
It makes me sick!
I hate how thick you make my chest,
I hate how you make my fingers shake,
and I mostly hate how I run from you,
yet somehow,
you catch up to me.
I wanna rip out my eyes at the thought of you,
yet recently,
I have wished to be blind.
601 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jun 2015 7:55am
29th Jun 2015 7:55am
Kendelle
Your thoughts are a tornado in a jar.
Look closely and you might see a home.
Look deeper and you might find a guitar.
There are millions of things going on trapped in
a small place.
And it is an endless swirl of memories trapped
between the clouds.
Within the spinning layers of something in a
petite place,
there must be destruction.
It might be not be the cause of another moving
object,
but maybe an outside force,
something that caused the flow of the
tornado to be disrupted.
Whether it being the sun, the moon, or indeed ...
Look closely and you might see a home.
Look deeper and you might find a guitar.
There are millions of things going on trapped in
a small place.
And it is an endless swirl of memories trapped
between the clouds.
Within the spinning layers of something in a
petite place,
there must be destruction.
It might be not be the cause of another moving
object,
but maybe an outside force,
something that caused the flow of the
tornado to be disrupted.
Whether it being the sun, the moon, or indeed ...
493 reads
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