Submissions by Bigangie
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Oct 2012 1:32am
19th Oct 2012 1:32am
Make Me Yours
I could love you like no other woman ever could.
The passion I am holding inside is about to explode
;like a missile out of this cellular prison we have become chained within!
I can no longer be bound by these secret, late night, all to casual conversations about what could be.
I have imagined that moment many times now.
That moment when I can take you as part of me.
I have played it all out in my mind, in my dreams, and even my bed now.
Although, It's never quite the same as having the real thing.
...
The passion I am holding inside is about to explode
;like a missile out of this cellular prison we have become chained within!
I can no longer be bound by these secret, late night, all to casual conversations about what could be.
I have imagined that moment many times now.
That moment when I can take you as part of me.
I have played it all out in my mind, in my dreams, and even my bed now.
Although, It's never quite the same as having the real thing.
...
3472 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Oct 2012 3:33pm
18th Oct 2012 3:33pm
I want you. I need you. I love you.
I can't stop thinking about you.
You came into my life and made me love you.
You don't know how much you mean to me now.
I wish I could have you already.
I can't stand the thought of him coming home anymore.
Now that I know you are there waiting.
I won't let him touch me, you know.
I am yours and only yours, I promise.
These phone calls and chats aren't enough anymore.
I want you.
I can't keep petending I can deal with this all.
I need you.
I have never felt such a fire inside my heart before.
I love you.
You came into my life and made me love you.
You don't know how much you mean to me now.
I wish I could have you already.
I can't stand the thought of him coming home anymore.
Now that I know you are there waiting.
I won't let him touch me, you know.
I am yours and only yours, I promise.
These phone calls and chats aren't enough anymore.
I want you.
I can't keep petending I can deal with this all.
I need you.
I have never felt such a fire inside my heart before.
I love you.
1220 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Oct 2012 9:08pm
17th Oct 2012 9:08pm
I'm fine
"I'm just fine",I say as I hide behind the broken glass.
My house has been shattered.
Of corse this smile is real.
I'm happy,really! Can't you tell?
Don't worry about me;I'm OK! Please stop asking.
Do you think all of your questions are helping me now?
I find them to be more harassing!!!
I can't take it anymore;please shut up!!!
Why can't you just leave me alone?
Wait, please don't go. I'm losing my mind!
I'm down on my knees,and I can't stop crying!
I'm covered in the shards of my broken life.
Please don't go now. If you do I...
My house has been shattered.
Of corse this smile is real.
I'm happy,really! Can't you tell?
Don't worry about me;I'm OK! Please stop asking.
Do you think all of your questions are helping me now?
I find them to be more harassing!!!
I can't take it anymore;please shut up!!!
Why can't you just leave me alone?
Wait, please don't go. I'm losing my mind!
I'm down on my knees,and I can't stop crying!
I'm covered in the shards of my broken life.
Please don't go now. If you do I...
864 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Oct 2012 1:19pm
17th Oct 2012 1:19pm
Untitled
I dance around in peaceful confusion. My eyes have a definitive haze. I have twirled around and around my domestic seclusion; in constant denial of all my pain. I now Tango with the lies of a perfect illusion; without even having a care. Only to open my eyes and return to the world; my sweet illusion is no longer there..............
694 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Oct 2012 2:03am
17th Oct 2012 2:03am
Broken Strings
Windchime melodies, of days yet to come.
Surfing your memories for the things you haven't done.
Dancing amongst your thoughts; that pull your strings each day.
Making you a puppet to the things you do and say.
What a happy notion to have my strings depart.
For this weight to be uplifted; that has grown inside my heart.
Surfing your memories for the things you haven't done.
Dancing amongst your thoughts; that pull your strings each day.
Making you a puppet to the things you do and say.
What a happy notion to have my strings depart.
For this weight to be uplifted; that has grown inside my heart.
686 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Oct 2012 6:58pm
16th Oct 2012 6:58pm
Untitled
Dark clouds surround me. Is this for real?
All I know is what I feel.
Evil is lurking around every bend. Should I go chase it,and make it my friend?
I'm trapped in a mind game;please help me out!
Do you know what it's all about?
Chasing a butterfly and singing a song;if you want you're invited along.
I'm needing some silence; if just for today.
If these voices would stop;if they would all go away!
I look in the mirror. Is this really me?
Who is this person before me I see?
All I know is what I feel.
Evil is lurking around every bend. Should I go chase it,and make it my friend?
I'm trapped in a mind game;please help me out!
Do you know what it's all about?
Chasing a butterfly and singing a song;if you want you're invited along.
I'm needing some silence; if just for today.
If these voices would stop;if they would all go away!
I look in the mirror. Is this really me?
Who is this person before me I see?
657 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Oct 2012 3:48am
14th Oct 2012 3:48am
Untitled
Drowning in sorrow, pity, and grief.
So much going on, I need some relief!
Nursing a rhythm distrot and compelled.
Needing a jumpstart to make me undead.
These voices like demons are all I can hear.
I become a recluse from all of the fear.
Fuck this, I need my space!
Smearing lipstick all over my face!
Tap dancing on the moon, and then wandering around.
Swinging on a licorice thread, and jotting down the song that's been stuck in my head.
So much going on, I need some relief!
Nursing a rhythm distrot and compelled.
Needing a jumpstart to make me undead.
These voices like demons are all I can hear.
I become a recluse from all of the fear.
Fuck this, I need my space!
Smearing lipstick all over my face!
Tap dancing on the moon, and then wandering around.
Swinging on a licorice thread, and jotting down the song that's been stuck in my head.
958 reads
3 Comments
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