Submissions by Cayleigh
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write my love between old bookstore classics, and a bare ribcage.
EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Apr 2011 1:19pm
16th Apr 2011 1:19pm
f**k You
And this brown paper bag
filled with warm secrets,
that make me melt
from the inside out.
You say I'm masochistic,
that I crave the ache
And the burn of the knife
You slice through my spine
every night.
You bend me backwards-
contorting my limbs
just to spread my thighs.
For I was never made
to mold under your hands.
This liquid fire is
merely a reminder,
Of all the nasty little things
you have made me do.
You whispered, bit and tore—
That [hollow] blood pumping
organ from out my chest....
filled with warm secrets,
that make me melt
from the inside out.
You say I'm masochistic,
that I crave the ache
And the burn of the knife
You slice through my spine
every night.
You bend me backwards-
contorting my limbs
just to spread my thighs.
For I was never made
to mold under your hands.
This liquid fire is
merely a reminder,
Of all the nasty little things
you have made me do.
You whispered, bit and tore—
That [hollow] blood pumping
organ from out my chest....
1115 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Apr 2011 1:33am
15th Apr 2011 1:33am
It's always been cold here, beneath your sheets.
You covered me in sweet nothings,
and I didn't have the heart to tell you
I didn't have a heart that beat.
How could I, when you didn't even
believe me when I told you
poetry lay naked underneath
my skin, carved into my very bones-
That anyone with eyes could see?
That your sweet nothings
might flush my flesh,
But have never once touched my insides?
And with a scalpel,
you swore you would prove me wrong.
and I didn't have the heart to tell you
I didn't have a heart that beat.
How could I, when you didn't even
believe me when I told you
poetry lay naked underneath
my skin, carved into my very bones-
That anyone with eyes could see?
That your sweet nothings
might flush my flesh,
But have never once touched my insides?
And with a scalpel,
you swore you would prove me wrong.
691 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Apr 2011 2:34am
9th Apr 2011 2:34am
Boy, you're such a tease.
You told me I had a pretty tongue as you whispered dark secrets in my ear.I remember you calling this moment a need right down in the marrow of our bones.It’s that time between drinking and fucking, and we can’t ever seem to get enough.
On a blank sheet of paper, spilt wine dripping off its edges; with horrid metaphors and misspelled words, I later write about our encounter in a drunken state of consciousness.How you pulled up my skirt and teased me right there on my bedroom floor.
We never did have use for a bed.
On a blank sheet of paper, spilt wine dripping off its edges; with horrid metaphors and misspelled words, I later write about our encounter in a drunken state of consciousness.How you pulled up my skirt and teased me right there on my bedroom floor.
We never did have use for a bed.
1275 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Apr 2011 11:16pm
6th Apr 2011 11:16pm
Like a drug
She writes to stop the cravings.
An itch she can’t find to scratch-
It’s a tugging on her heartstrings.
The voices inside her head
screaming-
She has been quiet for too long!
The slithering snakes in her abdomen
demand her thoughts be written.
Crawling up along her ribcage,
They coil around her lungs.
Angry fangs slash at her insides
until their venom leaks
from out her veins
and through her pen.
An itch she can’t find to scratch-
It’s a tugging on her heartstrings.
The voices inside her head
screaming-
She has been quiet for too long!
The slithering snakes in her abdomen
demand her thoughts be written.
Crawling up along her ribcage,
They coil around her lungs.
Angry fangs slash at her insides
until their venom leaks
from out her veins
and through her pen.
750 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Apr 2011 11:15pm
6th Apr 2011 11:15pm
You never did love me the right way, Honey!
Wilting like snowdrops in the rain,
My glass bones began to shiver.
Every scar rose above the skin.
-Every one that you had kissed-
As your lips pressed to her wrist.
My glass bones began to shiver.
Every scar rose above the skin.
-Every one that you had kissed-
As your lips pressed to her wrist.
793 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Mar 2011 2:32am
30th Mar 2011 2:32am
Control
Gliding spider-like fingers along your spine-
I took pleasure in the way yous h i v e r e d .
I kissed your eyes, one at a time and back again.
You swore you saw thes t a r s
forming constellations behind your lids.
Please slipped between your gritted teeth
as youb e g g e dme to sacrifice you to the heavens.
I took pleasure in the way yous h i v e r e d .
I kissed your eyes, one at a time and back again.
You swore you saw thes t a r s
forming constellations behind your lids.
Please slipped between your gritted teeth
as youb e g g e dme to sacrifice you to the heavens.
1035 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Mar 2011 00:08am
26th Mar 2011 00:08am
Honey, you're so last season.
i.standing on tiptoes-
a racing heart barely keeping me grounded
your mere glances caused my skin to burn.
(the summer sun had nothing on you, boy.)
ii.stolen kisses in the fall-
hidden snugly under dying willows
and whispered secrets on the wind.
(autumn always was your favorite season.)
iii.like the dead of winter-
I quickly became cold.
my heart froze over
never again beating the same rhythm.
(jack frost would be envious.)
iv.the prettiest of flowers bloom in spring-
leaving a nasty taste on my tongue. ...
a racing heart barely keeping me grounded
your mere glances caused my skin to burn.
(the summer sun had nothing on you, boy.)
ii.stolen kisses in the fall-
hidden snugly under dying willows
and whispered secrets on the wind.
(autumn always was your favorite season.)
iii.like the dead of winter-
I quickly became cold.
my heart froze over
never again beating the same rhythm.
(jack frost would be envious.)
iv.the prettiest of flowers bloom in spring-
leaving a nasty taste on my tongue. ...
708 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Mar 2011 10:51pm
19th Mar 2011 10:51pm
You taste of rose petals and quiet Sunday mornings.
I can’t help myself as I allow
tiny fingers to dance across your chest
find the hidden secrets along every edge.
So personal, I feel as if I’m intruding:
That you might catch me at any moment.
I think it was that very thought that kept me going.
As I long to touch your every scar,
read and know their story.
You write poetry on your skin—
Watch the ink become soaked through your pores
And etched into your very bones.
I watch you,
watching me.
Your tired shoulders shrug; you say,
“Lasts longer than it would on the average sheet of...
tiny fingers to dance across your chest
find the hidden secrets along every edge.
So personal, I feel as if I’m intruding:
That you might catch me at any moment.
I think it was that very thought that kept me going.
As I long to touch your every scar,
read and know their story.
You write poetry on your skin—
Watch the ink become soaked through your pores
And etched into your very bones.
I watch you,
watching me.
Your tired shoulders shrug; you say,
“Lasts longer than it would on the average sheet of...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Mar 2011 4:13am
19th Mar 2011 4:13am
s-s-sex
She wrung her hands,
A nervous, uncontrollable trembling—
Oh how she wanted you!
Slithering snakes along her spine
All s-s-sexy tongues and teeth.
A nervous, uncontrollable trembling—
Oh how she wanted you!
Slithering snakes along her spine
All s-s-sexy tongues and teeth.
1505 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Mar 2011 6:59pm
18th Mar 2011 6:59pm
Paper Hearts and Tattoo Love Stories
She tattooed love in a foreign tongue
on her left wrist,
Just so others would ask what it meant.
She sank her teeth into its meaning,
hoping one day the brand would bleed
Its definition upon her skin.
Lingering there, a forgotten kiss.
Lip-stick stained collars,
Little bones wired and ready,
Folded like patterned paper.
Origami hearts--
Sprinkled every which way.
Sharing herself fully with no one,
She made sure to leave her mark,
On every heart that beat her way.
on her left wrist,
Just so others would ask what it meant.
She sank her teeth into its meaning,
hoping one day the brand would bleed
Its definition upon her skin.
Lingering there, a forgotten kiss.
Lip-stick stained collars,
Little bones wired and ready,
Folded like patterned paper.
Origami hearts--
Sprinkled every which way.
Sharing herself fully with no one,
She made sure to leave her mark,
On every heart that beat her way.
758 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
15th Mar 2011 11:22pm
15th Mar 2011 11:22pm
Don’t Listen To Me! I’m Filled With Sugar Coated, Rainbow Lies.
I don’t like losing myself to an alcohol induced haze. Knowing
exactly what I’m doing, but uncaring of the consequences. My world had
become shades of gray but I wasn’t exactly colorblind. The sour coating
tasted sweet, allowing my conscience to slip away for the evening. I
started to choke on cigarette smoke, feeling as if I might lose all the
content of my oh so colorful stomach.
You know that feeling of butterflies fluttering in the pit of your
stomach when you’re in love? This wasn’t that moment. Bright,
shimmering rainbows swam through my system...
exactly what I’m doing, but uncaring of the consequences. My world had
become shades of gray but I wasn’t exactly colorblind. The sour coating
tasted sweet, allowing my conscience to slip away for the evening. I
started to choke on cigarette smoke, feeling as if I might lose all the
content of my oh so colorful stomach.
You know that feeling of butterflies fluttering in the pit of your
stomach when you’re in love? This wasn’t that moment. Bright,
shimmering rainbows swam through my system...
793 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Mar 2011 1:36am
10th Mar 2011 1:36am
Your Mask Screams: Dorian Gray
A devil with pretty eyes.
I have read the books,
I have seen the movies.
Cunning charisma on back streets.
Wicked smiles dance
Like lit kerosene, untamed.
You think me naive.
You might have outward beauty,
But I find nothing appealing on the inside.
Your soul is shades of grey.
Pleasures of the flesh, my dear—
Got a craving deep inside.
But I'll tell you a little secret.
I get off on dousing your flame, baby.
I wont be on your menu tonight. ;)
I have read the books,
I have seen the movies.
Cunning charisma on back streets.
Wicked smiles dance
Like lit kerosene, untamed.
You think me naive.
You might have outward beauty,
But I find nothing appealing on the inside.
Your soul is shades of grey.
Pleasures of the flesh, my dear—
Got a craving deep inside.
But I'll tell you a little secret.
I get off on dousing your flame, baby.
I wont be on your menu tonight. ;)
740 reads
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