Submissions by Betty
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
“Nothing will come of nothing, speak again.” King Lear (1:1)
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Dec 2012 2:22pm
12th Dec 2012 2:22pm
Road head
My hand was hanging out the window
arm making a wavy motion,
letting the current play with it
as if it were an aircraft wing
gaining speed,
preparing for
the thrust
needed
to take me off.
(out, away)
I was captivated
by the shoreline
whipping past, yet staying still,
as you hugged the
the curves of the road
at a breakneck speed,
and you asked
if I could
drive
I fought the wind
for control of my hair
and smiled,
as an answer,
that sloe-eyed smirk ...
arm making a wavy motion,
letting the current play with it
as if it were an aircraft wing
gaining speed,
preparing for
the thrust
needed
to take me off.
(out, away)
I was captivated
by the shoreline
whipping past, yet staying still,
as you hugged the
the curves of the road
at a breakneck speed,
and you asked
if I could
drive
I fought the wind
for control of my hair
and smiled,
as an answer,
that sloe-eyed smirk ...
1470 reads
18 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Dec 2012 8:21pm
6th Dec 2012 8:21pm
coarse and unrefined
the pores of my skin
are screaming
to taste you
it’s alien
because
i want to leave the drawer
of things built of
lace and holyfuck
closed,
peel off my fuzzy
cookie-monster pajama bottoms
and little white tank top,
slip under the
quiet covers,
and silently curl my body to
the outside of yours,
so that your strong back
is formed to my front
I want to crawl
into bed with you tonight
just
to
feel
you
breathe
are screaming
to taste you
it’s alien
because
i want to leave the drawer
of things built of
lace and holyfuck
closed,
peel off my fuzzy
cookie-monster pajama bottoms
and little white tank top,
slip under the
quiet covers,
and silently curl my body to
the outside of yours,
so that your strong back
is formed to my front
I want to crawl
into bed with you tonight
just
to
feel
you
breathe
1198 reads
24 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Nov 2012 3:42am
24th Nov 2012 3:42am
Dr. Michio Kaku gives me girl wood
In college, I had a
philosophy professor
enamored with string theory;
I took him three times
because he was nuts
And through him,
I developed a
crush
on Dr. Michio Kaku,
the badass theoretical physicist
as I watched, over and over and over
his series on The Multiverse.
Simply put: every possibility, is.
There is an infinite number of
right nows, and therefore
...
everything
...
is.
...
I love that concept.
It balances shit, you know?
Because there's a universe
in which I'm a...
philosophy professor
enamored with string theory;
I took him three times
because he was nuts
And through him,
I developed a
crush
on Dr. Michio Kaku,
the badass theoretical physicist
as I watched, over and over and over
his series on The Multiverse.
Simply put: every possibility, is.
There is an infinite number of
right nows, and therefore
...
everything
...
is.
...
I love that concept.
It balances shit, you know?
Because there's a universe
in which I'm a...
1827 reads
20 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
23rd Nov 2012 6:23pm
23rd Nov 2012 6:23pm
Pillow talk and dirty sex
2249 reads
14 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2012 5:46pm
23rd Nov 2012 5:46pm
From inside my panties (f**k-prose)
2411 reads
10 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
31st Oct 2012 4:00am
31st Oct 2012 4:00am
vulnerability
When it's all over,
I'm going to stand naked
over your corpse
my body spattered like a
Jackson Pollock
reject.
but for now,
I'm going to smile pretty
and pretend like I have
no idea how I
botched up our little game
and ended with you chained to the
wall this time
instead of me.
and oops
I lost the goddamn key.
there's too much
saliva in my mouth
as I grab the bolt cutters,
to release you
my lips part ...
I'm going to stand naked
over your corpse
my body spattered like a
Jackson Pollock
reject.
but for now,
I'm going to smile pretty
and pretend like I have
no idea how I
botched up our little game
and ended with you chained to the
wall this time
instead of me.
and oops
I lost the goddamn key.
there's too much
saliva in my mouth
as I grab the bolt cutters,
to release you
my lips part ...
1065 reads
10 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
31st Oct 2012 00:00am
31st Oct 2012 00:00am
rotgut
I want to slide past your lips
like silk,
like kerosene,
like madness,
and bloom in your stomach like a
drop of food coloring in a glass of water
taint that shit irrevocably.
I want you to fuck you up
so damn badly tonight
that you swear off me
tomorrow morning,
unwilling to put your body
through this again.
and when you mean to reach for a
glass of water and an asprin,
I want you to instead
reach for me
with shaking hands
for just one...
like silk,
like kerosene,
like madness,
and bloom in your stomach like a
drop of food coloring in a glass of water
taint that shit irrevocably.
I want you to fuck you up
so damn badly tonight
that you swear off me
tomorrow morning,
unwilling to put your body
through this again.
and when you mean to reach for a
glass of water and an asprin,
I want you to instead
reach for me
with shaking hands
for just one...
1288 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Oct 2012 6:52pm
25th Oct 2012 6:52pm
In (fidelity)
I was refreshing my email,
texting, daydreaming,
and throwing off waves
of fuck-off —
because I’d been
the referee
in the recent games of
household war so often
I ran out and bought the
black-and-white-striped shirt —
when he turned down the radio
and turned off the ignition.
I braced myself for
whatever damn thing
he was going to say
that I was going to have to
add to my to-do list.
“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
I dropped my phone, and lurched...
texting, daydreaming,
and throwing off waves
of fuck-off —
because I’d been
the referee
in the recent games of
household war so often
I ran out and bought the
black-and-white-striped shirt —
when he turned down the radio
and turned off the ignition.
I braced myself for
whatever damn thing
he was going to say
that I was going to have to
add to my to-do list.
“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
I dropped my phone, and lurched...
1360 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Oct 2012 5:06pm
16th Oct 2012 5:06pm
Just soooo f**king Shakespearean
I was standing in the paper towel aisle
at the grocery store at 10 p.m.,
my feet were killing me
and my mind was sifting through
the droning minutes of the meeting I'd just sat in
when it all came crashing
down
around me
When the truth ran its lips across
the front of my neck,
worked its way down my body,
sank its teeth in my belly,
and worried me like a
piece of rancid meat
in the mouth of a stray dog.
My hands tightened around the cart
and I bit...
at the grocery store at 10 p.m.,
my feet were killing me
and my mind was sifting through
the droning minutes of the meeting I'd just sat in
when it all came crashing
down
around me
When the truth ran its lips across
the front of my neck,
worked its way down my body,
sank its teeth in my belly,
and worried me like a
piece of rancid meat
in the mouth of a stray dog.
My hands tightened around the cart
and I bit...
967 reads
10 Comments
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