Submissions by Blehrt
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
27th Sep 2016 6:00am
27th Sep 2016 6:00am
The First Handjob
I gave was some number of years ago
In an old timey theater
Watching Hound of the Baskervilles
On his birthday.
I wouldn't have, see,
But it's a theater, and really
Nobody wants to make a scene.
So I let him guide my hand.
Of course, we lost anonymity
When he made a sound like a suction cup
With his mouth and my boob. Which,
For the record, I didn't want either.
Some things are so private
You don't even share them with yourself.
Like how that wasn't consensual.
Nobody knows. Nobody can know it happened.
...
In an old timey theater
Watching Hound of the Baskervilles
On his birthday.
I wouldn't have, see,
But it's a theater, and really
Nobody wants to make a scene.
So I let him guide my hand.
Of course, we lost anonymity
When he made a sound like a suction cup
With his mouth and my boob. Which,
For the record, I didn't want either.
Some things are so private
You don't even share them with yourself.
Like how that wasn't consensual.
Nobody knows. Nobody can know it happened.
...
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Apr 2014 00:44am
20th Apr 2014 00:44am
All this Green!
Look at all this green!
The grass… the grass!
Rigid yet flexible… like scars.
"She's hurt."
It's so bright!
The sun… the sun!
Imposing… like the surgery room lights.
"Mending."
All this warmth!
Not a single …. not one cloud!
Undiluted… like the truth.
"She's gone."
So much life!
So many … an abundance of people!
Swarming … like thoughts.
"Depressed."
Such clear windows!
What smooth … what clean glass!
Fragile… like sanity.
...
The grass… the grass!
Rigid yet flexible… like scars.
"She's hurt."
It's so bright!
The sun… the sun!
Imposing… like the surgery room lights.
"Mending."
All this warmth!
Not a single …. not one cloud!
Undiluted… like the truth.
"She's gone."
So much life!
So many … an abundance of people!
Swarming … like thoughts.
"Depressed."
Such clear windows!
What smooth … what clean glass!
Fragile… like sanity.
...
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Mar 2014 2:03am
17th Mar 2014 2:03am
Breaking Point
When I was young enough that our porch came up to my chest,
both my parents still went away to work every morning and I was watched by my grandparents.
Every morning I would cry, shoving my face against couch cushions the same way I did when I got earaches.
I hated that they left.
In preschool, a girl named Nicolette hit me on a play date at her house because I forgot to take off my shoes.
I didn't actually forget, but I didn't want to take them off and risk her leaving me in the time I took.
Every road trip I would sit in the car hours ahead of our departure for fear...
both my parents still went away to work every morning and I was watched by my grandparents.
Every morning I would cry, shoving my face against couch cushions the same way I did when I got earaches.
I hated that they left.
In preschool, a girl named Nicolette hit me on a play date at her house because I forgot to take off my shoes.
I didn't actually forget, but I didn't want to take them off and risk her leaving me in the time I took.
Every road trip I would sit in the car hours ahead of our departure for fear...
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Mar 2014 6:22am
5th Mar 2014 6:22am
It's Just a Hobby, Really
Please, continue.
I have all day.
Tell me how I'm not driven to be as advanced as some kids
I lack ambition. Or something.
Those two or three hours I spend every day cleaning a barn
-mind you, I'm the only one in my family capable of any barn chores-
must just be for fun.
There couldn't be any ambition, really.
And the way I ride in the dark and rain so that a horse can get in just one more good training ride in a week,
so that they may strengthen just that much faster,
that must just be on a whim.
It's not like I have to do any reading or...
I have all day.
Tell me how I'm not driven to be as advanced as some kids
I lack ambition. Or something.
Those two or three hours I spend every day cleaning a barn
-mind you, I'm the only one in my family capable of any barn chores-
must just be for fun.
There couldn't be any ambition, really.
And the way I ride in the dark and rain so that a horse can get in just one more good training ride in a week,
so that they may strengthen just that much faster,
that must just be on a whim.
It's not like I have to do any reading or...
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Mar 2014 2:10am
5th Mar 2014 2:10am
To Be Quite Honest
When you asked me, my dear,
what I would choose to bring if I had to
spend a night in the forest and
the choices were a blanket, s'mores, a gun, or you,
I didn't choose you because I felt some burning passion.
It was so we could take turns keeping watch for bears.
And when you go on about how smart I am, my love,
I only feel more pressure to live up
to the unreachable standards
you keep on unintentionally imposing on me.
And I want to run, to escape,
to fade back to the background.
And when you tell me how pretty I am, min älskling,...
what I would choose to bring if I had to
spend a night in the forest and
the choices were a blanket, s'mores, a gun, or you,
I didn't choose you because I felt some burning passion.
It was so we could take turns keeping watch for bears.
And when you go on about how smart I am, my love,
I only feel more pressure to live up
to the unreachable standards
you keep on unintentionally imposing on me.
And I want to run, to escape,
to fade back to the background.
And when you tell me how pretty I am, min älskling,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Mar 2014 7:20am
1st Mar 2014 7:20am
A Conversation
"It's my fault,"
"No it's not."
"Get out."
You look the other way, and I can't tell if you're being sarcastic.
"Being utterly serious for me, do you really want me to leave?" I can't gauge your expression. "What did I do?"
"Guess."
"The last thing I did was deny that you were at fault."
"Bingo."
"If I thought everything was your fault, would you be happy?"
"……I can't be that guy."
"What guy?"
"You expect me to be perfect."...
"No it's not."
"Get out."
You look the other way, and I can't tell if you're being sarcastic.
"Being utterly serious for me, do you really want me to leave?" I can't gauge your expression. "What did I do?"
"Guess."
"The last thing I did was deny that you were at fault."
"Bingo."
"If I thought everything was your fault, would you be happy?"
"……I can't be that guy."
"What guy?"
"You expect me to be perfect."...
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Nov 2013 3:13am
18th Nov 2013 3:13am
He Thinks He's Helping
And he asks what I fear him knowing,
to which I don't know what to say, because
I've shown him my weaknesses,
overplayed them in hopes he'd go away,
and what does one fear others knowing,
but their weaknesses?
I told him I'm selfish
I told him I don't relate well to others
He brushed these off, attributed them to my modesty.
And in my head I'm frustrated, because
I believe these faults to be true, and
he just told me who I think I am is wrong,
and he leans back easily, smiling like he's helped me,
but it's not like that, I...
to which I don't know what to say, because
I've shown him my weaknesses,
overplayed them in hopes he'd go away,
and what does one fear others knowing,
but their weaknesses?
I told him I'm selfish
I told him I don't relate well to others
He brushed these off, attributed them to my modesty.
And in my head I'm frustrated, because
I believe these faults to be true, and
he just told me who I think I am is wrong,
and he leans back easily, smiling like he's helped me,
but it's not like that, I...
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