Submissions by Betty
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
“Nothing will come of nothing, speak again.” King Lear (1:1)
EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Oct 2012 4:29am
8th Oct 2012 4:29am
battlef**king
let’s stop with the pretense
and throw down
using nothing but our bodies
as weapons
and baby this time
I’m armed to the teeth
when you drop your bag
at the front door
I'll be waiting in
two feet of flowing
holy-fucking-shit
with matching heels
and see-through panties,
guaran-damn-teed to distract
you so I can strike
first
And I will,
if you can’t fucking stop me
if you can’t fucking take me
I will
fuck ...
and throw down
using nothing but our bodies
as weapons
and baby this time
I’m armed to the teeth
when you drop your bag
at the front door
I'll be waiting in
two feet of flowing
holy-fucking-shit
with matching heels
and see-through panties,
guaran-damn-teed to distract
you so I can strike
first
And I will,
if you can’t fucking stop me
if you can’t fucking take me
I will
fuck ...
1854 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Oct 2012 11:09pm
6th Oct 2012 11:09pm
kiss me hello
I woke slowly,
battered inside
in time with the headboard,
which knocked
an inch-deep groove
in the wall
from our latest round
of goodbye
and as I caught the sight of you
silently putting on your shoes
sun playing off the
highlights in your
hair
I jolted awake,
but stayed still,
watched the door quietly open
then quietly close.
I sat up,
the sheet to my chest
as I turned
to watch you leave
as if
hiding my body
could hide from
your...
battered inside
in time with the headboard,
which knocked
an inch-deep groove
in the wall
from our latest round
of goodbye
and as I caught the sight of you
silently putting on your shoes
sun playing off the
highlights in your
hair
I jolted awake,
but stayed still,
watched the door quietly open
then quietly close.
I sat up,
the sheet to my chest
as I turned
to watch you leave
as if
hiding my body
could hide from
your...
1100 reads
18 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Oct 2012 4:01pm
5th Oct 2012 4:01pm
drunk
I miss you already
I fucking miss
you I do I'm frantic
and lost the whiskey
has numbed me I
can't think I can't
think I drank enough
to remind me
to remember to
forget you but I
can't and
I won't when
this acrid shit
in my mouth
tastes like your
image and I can't
let it go not even
for a moment
and I can't lift
my hand it's
so weighted so
heavy how could
I how could I
love you
you know that
I never could say
that to you
and I never
could will and
I...
I fucking miss
you I do I'm frantic
and lost the whiskey
has numbed me I
can't think I can't
think I drank enough
to remind me
to remember to
forget you but I
can't and
I won't when
this acrid shit
in my mouth
tastes like your
image and I can't
let it go not even
for a moment
and I can't lift
my hand it's
so weighted so
heavy how could
I how could I
love you
you know that
I never could say
that to you
and I never
could will and
I...
979 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Sep 2012 2:46am
30th Sep 2012 2:46am
Incinerated
I'm curled in a pile of
ashes at your feet,
charcoal eyes rolled back
in a tolling
hallelujah,
lashless lids,
crackling into
faithless particles of
nothing.
The toe of your boot
sifts through,
to see what's left,
and there's a sickening
silence in the air,
heavy enough to
make us both flinch.
From the dust-caked ether,
I'm soundlessly screaming,
desperately clinging.
reaching and yearning,
and you can't hear, or
see
or feel
my active inaction,
because my vocal chords...
ashes at your feet,
charcoal eyes rolled back
in a tolling
hallelujah,
lashless lids,
crackling into
faithless particles of
nothing.
The toe of your boot
sifts through,
to see what's left,
and there's a sickening
silence in the air,
heavy enough to
make us both flinch.
From the dust-caked ether,
I'm soundlessly screaming,
desperately clinging.
reaching and yearning,
and you can't hear, or
see
or feel
my active inaction,
because my vocal chords...
1473 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Sep 2012 12:39pm
26th Sep 2012 12:39pm
Myocardial contusion
The heart is a four-chamber muscle
about the size of a fist
that sort of looks like
an alien egg sack,
or something,
it's sort of
gross.
The ass, though,
the female bottom,
bent over a knee,
is fucking beautiful.
The perfect rounds up top,
meeting in that dip,
that dark crevice,
and the lean lines of the flanks
creating that sharp
inverted V on the outside,
and I can't help but note the
ass, more than the heart,
tends to look exactly
like paper Valentines.
...
about the size of a fist
that sort of looks like
an alien egg sack,
or something,
it's sort of
gross.
The ass, though,
the female bottom,
bent over a knee,
is fucking beautiful.
The perfect rounds up top,
meeting in that dip,
that dark crevice,
and the lean lines of the flanks
creating that sharp
inverted V on the outside,
and I can't help but note the
ass, more than the heart,
tends to look exactly
like paper Valentines.
...
933 reads
7 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Sep 2012 11:15pm
25th Sep 2012 11:15pm
Things to recall with your cock in my mouth
1711 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2012 10:25pm
22nd Sep 2012 10:25pm
Eclipse
It was too much to take yesterday
and I needed to run,
to rest,
to feel nothing for a bit.
And I brushed him off
with some shitty words and
put on a camo sports bra
and tried to run it off,
run it all off,
the dead girl
and the dead boy
and his hooker mom with the rap sheet four pages deep,
and the raped woman who barely scored a blurb
because I was too fucking busy
writing a story about a poker run for a
pancreatic
cancer
patient.
When I got...
and I needed to run,
to rest,
to feel nothing for a bit.
And I brushed him off
with some shitty words and
put on a camo sports bra
and tried to run it off,
run it all off,
the dead girl
and the dead boy
and his hooker mom with the rap sheet four pages deep,
and the raped woman who barely scored a blurb
because I was too fucking busy
writing a story about a poker run for a
pancreatic
cancer
patient.
When I got...
1056 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Sep 2012 5:15pm
7th Sep 2012 5:15pm
I f**king hate poetry
Every beautifully-broken
poetess tossed over
by a lover
looks like my future.
I hate poetry
so much the sight of a pen
makes my lip curl in
contempt.
(because I love you)
(because I hate it.)
Because I feel like a goddess
as your gentle lips
deluge my senses,
distracting me from the
feel of your rough hands
as they grab a block
and
sand me down
until I’m so brittle
that you hang me on
your window ...
poetess tossed over
by a lover
looks like my future.
I hate poetry
so much the sight of a pen
makes my lip curl in
contempt.
(because I love you)
(because I hate it.)
Because I feel like a goddess
as your gentle lips
deluge my senses,
distracting me from the
feel of your rough hands
as they grab a block
and
sand me down
until I’m so brittle
that you hang me on
your window ...
1711 reads
18 Comments
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 ...
1357 reads
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 ...
1174 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...
1205 reads
4 Comments
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