Submissions by Betty
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
“Only time can heal what reason cannot”— Seneca
EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Aug 2012 1:33am
28th Aug 2012 1:33am
dichotomy
I like the way you fucked me up.
I liked it when I answered the door
and you slammed into me
so hard the imprint of the
door’s panels were
etched into my back
like a brand.
I liked the way you
dragged me by my hair
from the foyer
and pushed me over
a kitchen chair,
smacking my ass
while I learned
to scream
pretty
And I liked the way I
curled against your chest,
wet with my tears,
while you petted my hair
and whispered silly words
that never mattered,
against the ...
I liked it when I answered the door
and you slammed into me
so hard the imprint of the
door’s panels were
etched into my back
like a brand.
I liked the way you
dragged me by my hair
from the foyer
and pushed me over
a kitchen chair,
smacking my ass
while I learned
to scream
pretty
And I liked the way I
curled against your chest,
wet with my tears,
while you petted my hair
and whispered silly words
that never mattered,
against the ...
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16 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Aug 2012 2:03am
21st Aug 2012 2:03am
enstasy
I always thought having
an out-of-body experience
would kick ass
I thought I’d zoom around
like Casper the Ghost
or something,
sneak a peek in a
locker room or two,
ask Lord Byron
what the hell it was all about
cause a little mayhem,
just because
But you, love,
are the storm within my calm
and you’ve left me
no place to seek shelter
but within you.
So now, I’m floating here,
watching myself
drown in the desert
my almost-corpse arching like some
fucked-up marionette with the ...
an out-of-body experience
would kick ass
I thought I’d zoom around
like Casper the Ghost
or something,
sneak a peek in a
locker room or two,
ask Lord Byron
what the hell it was all about
cause a little mayhem,
just because
But you, love,
are the storm within my calm
and you’ve left me
no place to seek shelter
but within you.
So now, I’m floating here,
watching myself
drown in the desert
my almost-corpse arching like some
fucked-up marionette with the ...
1155 reads
16 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Aug 2012 2:06am
20th Aug 2012 2:06am
Stretched
You’ve ruined me
to other fucks,
stretched me out
so that nobody else
will ever fill me
quite like you do
And I wasn’t screaming
anything but
fuckyespleasenow
when you resized me the first time;
pushed inside
ripping and tearing
and leaving that hot,
used
burning shame;
which made me
blush the next morning
when I sat down,
caught up in the flashbacks
reminded by my traitorous body
how thoroughly
you fucking
took me.
And I wasn’t saying no
when you pushed me
down and...
to other fucks,
stretched me out
so that nobody else
will ever fill me
quite like you do
And I wasn’t screaming
anything but
fuckyespleasenow
when you resized me the first time;
pushed inside
ripping and tearing
and leaving that hot,
used
burning shame;
which made me
blush the next morning
when I sat down,
caught up in the flashbacks
reminded by my traitorous body
how thoroughly
you fucking
took me.
And I wasn’t saying no
when you pushed me
down and...
1195 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Aug 2012 9:40pm
19th Aug 2012 9:40pm
An invitation to tea and f**king (but mostly f**king)
Shut up and fuck me already.
Don’t get all poetic
because we’ll end up
using pretty words and
thinking deep thoughts,
just drop your goddamn pants
around your ankles because
I want to fuck.
I want you
to need to be in me,
to sweat at the thought
of the expanding
damp spot on my
white-lace panties,
a spot which magically appeared when
you walked in the door
and made eye contact with me;
and my eyes said,
"meet me around the corner,"
because
I want to fuck.
I...
Don’t get all poetic
because we’ll end up
using pretty words and
thinking deep thoughts,
just drop your goddamn pants
around your ankles because
I want to fuck.
I want you
to need to be in me,
to sweat at the thought
of the expanding
damp spot on my
white-lace panties,
a spot which magically appeared when
you walked in the door
and made eye contact with me;
and my eyes said,
"meet me around the corner,"
because
I want to fuck.
I...
1682 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Aug 2012 1:07am
10th Aug 2012 1:07am
Open mic night
I’m going to fuck you
while reading
your poetry
aloud.
You’ll be on the couch,
unsuspecting until the moment
I click into the room on
high heels made of sin,
in a scene
right out of Rocko's school for
softcore-porn
A binder filled with
crotch-inspired dross
in one hand,
the other lightly tracing up
the long, long length
of my cool white thigh,
clad in thin, black, lace.
And you’re going to lean back
amused, waiting to see what I’ve come up with,
until I drop my knees on either side...
while reading
your poetry
aloud.
You’ll be on the couch,
unsuspecting until the moment
I click into the room on
high heels made of sin,
in a scene
right out of Rocko's school for
softcore-porn
A binder filled with
crotch-inspired dross
in one hand,
the other lightly tracing up
the long, long length
of my cool white thigh,
clad in thin, black, lace.
And you’re going to lean back
amused, waiting to see what I’ve come up with,
until I drop my knees on either side...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Jul 2012 5:38am
29th Jul 2012 5:38am
then there was that night like this
possess me;
your lips understanding
against mine
while your hips
fuck me apart
leaving my raw heart
quivering beneath
your implacable gaze
take me so close to the edge
I’m overwhelmed
by the vertigo,
my only recourse
to cling to you
and breathlessly beg you
to not let me fall...
then push me the fuck over
I’m yours to destroy,
tear me down,
and lay to waste any
visions I have but the
shattered armageddon skies
I only feel
in your arms.
leave me...
your lips understanding
against mine
while your hips
fuck me apart
leaving my raw heart
quivering beneath
your implacable gaze
take me so close to the edge
I’m overwhelmed
by the vertigo,
my only recourse
to cling to you
and breathlessly beg you
to not let me fall...
then push me the fuck over
I’m yours to destroy,
tear me down,
and lay to waste any
visions I have but the
shattered armageddon skies
I only feel
in your arms.
leave me...
1423 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jul 2012 11:14pm
26th Jul 2012 11:14pm
ennui
The fact that I’m drooling
behind my silk fan
is a pisser
because I’ve worked
really hard on this
antique facade
of utter fuck-it-ness
but you walk through the door
just for a split fucking second,
and my panties are soaked,
my mouth is dry
and my eyes are tight
with desire
you are hunger
and I am possessed
by starvation
Makes it a challenge
to pretend I don’t
(needwantpleasenow)
give a flying shit.
behind my silk fan
is a pisser
because I’ve worked
really hard on this
antique facade
of utter fuck-it-ness
but you walk through the door
just for a split fucking second,
and my panties are soaked,
my mouth is dry
and my eyes are tight
with desire
you are hunger
and I am possessed
by starvation
Makes it a challenge
to pretend I don’t
(needwantpleasenow)
give a flying shit.
1210 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2012 5:03am
23rd Jul 2012 5:03am
bereft
Before you,
I was unaware of the
sucking void in my chest
the one that eats daisies
and plays the silly ‘she loves him’
game with the masticated petals.
Before you
I didn’t fuck up the points of view in poetry.
I was unaware of the
sucking void in my chest
the one that eats daisies
and plays the silly ‘she loves him’
game with the masticated petals.
Before you
I didn’t fuck up the points of view in poetry.
941 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2012 4:53am
23rd Jul 2012 4:53am
Blowing smoke
You are nothing more than interactive porn.
But there are bugs in the program,
and they irritate the piss out of me.
I want to fix the program, rewrite it, make it
do what I want...
I just want to... (pull you close)
I just want to... (push you away)
I just want to rip out your tongue
and use it like a sex toy
until it tells me what I
absolutely don’t need to hear.
I want to fuck out
things that’ll
rip me apart in ways
I can’t wait to understand,
things that’ll leave me
with mascara ...
But there are bugs in the program,
and they irritate the piss out of me.
I want to fix the program, rewrite it, make it
do what I want...
I just want to... (pull you close)
I just want to... (push you away)
I just want to rip out your tongue
and use it like a sex toy
until it tells me what I
absolutely don’t need to hear.
I want to fuck out
things that’ll
rip me apart in ways
I can’t wait to understand,
things that’ll leave me
with mascara ...
935 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Jul 2012 5:08am
17th Jul 2012 5:08am
coloring outside of you
I think I came screaming from the womb
with an chronic case of
what-the-hell-ever.
And that was mostly how
it's been until you showed up.
When I was in kindergarten,
we were coloring the ditto sheet
with an apple on it,
for the letter A.
All of the kids colored theirs red
with green leaves.
But I liked yellow apples,
and green apples,
and red apples,
so I made a striped apple,
with all three colors...
with an chronic case of
what-the-hell-ever.
And that was mostly how
it's been until you showed up.
When I was in kindergarten,
we were coloring the ditto sheet
with an apple on it,
for the letter A.
All of the kids colored theirs red
with green leaves.
But I liked yellow apples,
and green apples,
and red apples,
so I made a striped apple,
with all three colors...
1122 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jul 2012 9:02pm
16th Jul 2012 9:02pm
contagion
I meant to be sweet, and light,
and pretty, because
I knew you'd been
under the weather.
I meant to place your
head on my chest and
pet your hair,
and and check
your temperature by pressing my
cheek to your forehead,
maybe murmur
some sweet nothings in your ear
and keep watch while you slept.
But instead,
I gave you a
handjob
in the bathtub.
You got better,
and
I got worse.
and pretty, because
I knew you'd been
under the weather.
I meant to place your
head on my chest and
pet your hair,
and and check
your temperature by pressing my
cheek to your forehead,
maybe murmur
some sweet nothings in your ear
and keep watch while you slept.
But instead,
I gave you a
handjob
in the bathtub.
You got better,
and
I got worse.
986 reads
9 Comments
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