Submissions by Cayleigh
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write my love between old bookstore classics, and a bare ribcage.
ANGER POEM
Published
20th Oct 2010 2:42am
20th Oct 2010 2:42am
You don't have what it takes to be a writer.
Your words can't break me.
If anything--They make me more determined!
If anything--They make me more determined!
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Oct 2010 11:04pm
15th Oct 2010 11:04pm
Autumn Nightmare
Poetry, written in blood upon crisp autumn leaves.
It's freezing here.
Wind caresses my cheek like a cold lovers last kiss.
Dying tree's with lips that beg, and limbs that snare,
Come to carry me to my grave!
My heart, it bares the branches wicked scar's.
Poetry, in liquid form.
It's freezing here.
Wind caresses my cheek like a cold lovers last kiss.
Dying tree's with lips that beg, and limbs that snare,
Come to carry me to my grave!
My heart, it bares the branches wicked scar's.
Poetry, in liquid form.
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Jul 2010 00:38am
20th Jul 2010 00:38am
Illusions of Tenderness
I am bound,
shackled--
To your twisted acts of
sweetness.
Those gag-worthy moments
Of which,
Are few and far between.
You truly deserve a
nomination,
If not the grand prize--
For the best ability to snag,
rip,
and tear,
At another's heartstrings.
I want to hate you.
I should hate you!
Even tied down so tightly,
I secretly long for your gentleness.
Those soft caresses,
And hushed words of sweet nothings.
For it is in those moments,
I can pretend...
shackled--
To your twisted acts of
sweetness.
Those gag-worthy moments
Of which,
Are few and far between.
You truly deserve a
nomination,
If not the grand prize--
For the best ability to snag,
rip,
and tear,
At another's heartstrings.
I want to hate you.
I should hate you!
Even tied down so tightly,
I secretly long for your gentleness.
Those soft caresses,
And hushed words of sweet nothings.
For it is in those moments,
I can pretend...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jul 2010 4:45pm
13th Jul 2010 4:45pm
Kisses in the Clouds
When he kissed her,
she was set free.
His warm lips
pressed so tenderly--
against her own.
She could never ask for a happier death.
Her very body turned to mush in his arms.
She began to float away
on a fluffy cloud
of blissful tranquility.
However,
that might be due to lack of oxygen.
She dreaded the very thought--
of coming up for air.
Deciding she would rather turn blue--...
she was set free.
His warm lips
pressed so tenderly--
against her own.
She could never ask for a happier death.
Her very body turned to mush in his arms.
She began to float away
on a fluffy cloud
of blissful tranquility.
However,
that might be due to lack of oxygen.
She dreaded the very thought--
of coming up for air.
Deciding she would rather turn blue--...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Jun 2010 4:04am
24th Jun 2010 4:04am
begging, more
ice cold metal bites at the pink, heated flesh of twin blushing cheeks.
cool comfort brings out a glutton, a moment--to short.
pleasurable pain of a stinging slap.
not allowed to stare, keep eyes level with the tiled floor.
sweet whispers begging, master.
like a dealer and their very own addict--
withdrawn, coming back for more. <3
cool comfort brings out a glutton, a moment--to short.
pleasurable pain of a stinging slap.
not allowed to stare, keep eyes level with the tiled floor.
sweet whispers begging, master.
like a dealer and their very own addict--
withdrawn, coming back for more. <3
1076 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jun 2010 00:53am
12th Jun 2010 00:53am
For the love of Hyacinthus
Apollo,
Longing for the love of Spartan's youth,
In a field of green hues where no flowers grew,
Lay his loves wounded body.
From out his pale, still and lifeless chest,
Sprang forth the loveliest of flowers.
A site so beautiful, the gods were moved to tears.
Bending down, Apollo caressed his lovers cheek,
His tears mixed with mortals blood--
More of these flowers thrived in his embrace.
Convinced these adduces were created by the love they shared,
He named the flower Hyacinth, after his beloved.
Longing for the love of Spartan's youth,
In a field of green hues where no flowers grew,
Lay his loves wounded body.
From out his pale, still and lifeless chest,
Sprang forth the loveliest of flowers.
A site so beautiful, the gods were moved to tears.
Bending down, Apollo caressed his lovers cheek,
His tears mixed with mortals blood--
More of these flowers thrived in his embrace.
Convinced these adduces were created by the love they shared,
He named the flower Hyacinth, after his beloved.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Jun 2010 2:28am
9th Jun 2010 2:28am
Instrumental Love Making
Her pulse began racing.
T h r o b b i n g, P u l s a t i n g,
Outward from the very fiber of her being.
It beat up an orchestra, a rhythm.
Like a song stuck on repeat inside her head.
An obnoxious song,
One she could hear ringing in her ears.
Her very body a betrayal to her mind.
With the gentlest of...
T h r o b b i n g, P u l s a t i n g,
Outward from the very fiber of her being.
It beat up an orchestra, a rhythm.
Like a song stuck on repeat inside her head.
An obnoxious song,
One she could hear ringing in her ears.
Her very body a betrayal to her mind.
With the gentlest of...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
25th May 2010 2:58am
25th May 2010 2:58am
Innocence
Why aren't you pretty?
Such an innocent little thing.
Mmm...And so naive.
I can taste you on my tongue.
You secretly enjoy this.
I can see it all--
On that beautiful, blushing face.
And your mind...
It's swimming,
With all those nasty little thoughts I bring you.
You want to be corrupted.
Your body longs to be concord.
I'll gladly oblige.
Ah--but not yet. :)
Such an innocent little thing.
Mmm...And so naive.
I can taste you on my tongue.
You secretly enjoy this.
I can see it all--
On that beautiful, blushing face.
And your mind...
It's swimming,
With all those nasty little thoughts I bring you.
You want to be corrupted.
Your body longs to be concord.
I'll gladly oblige.
Ah--but not yet. :)
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DARK POEM
Published
16th May 2010 1:12pm
16th May 2010 1:12pm
Seeing Red
The creak of the chair,
As I rocked back and forth.
Counted down the seconds,
Until it moaned rhythmically--
To the sound of your footfalls on the porch.
I was a bit trigger happy,
With this gun in my hand.
As I sat--Perched,
Behind the door.
I had been waiting patiently for this day.
The look of shocked recognition,
Forever etched to memory.
Didn't give you time to react,
As I shot you dead.
Now my visions stained red.
As I rocked back and forth.
Counted down the seconds,
Until it moaned rhythmically--
To the sound of your footfalls on the porch.
I was a bit trigger happy,
With this gun in my hand.
As I sat--Perched,
Behind the door.
I had been waiting patiently for this day.
The look of shocked recognition,
Forever etched to memory.
Didn't give you time to react,
As I shot you dead.
Now my visions stained red.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd May 2010 3:32am
2nd May 2010 3:32am
Do Not Disturb
"I love you's" forgotten,
Replaced with a primal heat.
Gestures speak louder then words.
Bodies clinging,
Becoming one silhouette.
Knowing exactly--
Where this coupling leads.
Growls of pleasure and of pain,
Reverberate off thin paper walls.
On the other side--
Hanging upon the door,
An overused sign that reads,
'Do Not Disturb.'
The sheets are busy.
Replaced with a primal heat.
Gestures speak louder then words.
Bodies clinging,
Becoming one silhouette.
Knowing exactly--
Where this coupling leads.
Growls of pleasure and of pain,
Reverberate off thin paper walls.
On the other side--
Hanging upon the door,
An overused sign that reads,
'Do Not Disturb.'
The sheets are busy.
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Apr 2010 1:29pm
27th Apr 2010 1:29pm
Meet You Under the Rain
We were to meet,
For one last goodbye.
And it seemed Mother Nature,
She mirrored my mood.
The clouds were dark and dreary;
They matched my inner turmoil.
As if it couldn't get any worse,
--it began to rain.
One would think this melancholy.
Well it was--for a mere moment.
Until I was engulfed in a hug,
And suddenly--
participating in the most romantic kiss of my life.
A depressing moment,
turned...
Unforgettable.
For one last goodbye.
And it seemed Mother Nature,
She mirrored my mood.
The clouds were dark and dreary;
They matched my inner turmoil.
As if it couldn't get any worse,
--it began to rain.
One would think this melancholy.
Well it was--for a mere moment.
Until I was engulfed in a hug,
And suddenly--
participating in the most romantic kiss of my life.
A depressing moment,
turned...
Unforgettable.
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STORY POEM
Published
27th Apr 2010 1:26pm
27th Apr 2010 1:26pm
Banshee
What is that shrieking?
Look now!
A ghostly woman in the distance.
Hair in a black tangled mane,
Flowing in the chilly breeze.
Tear streaks down a pail face,
And the most insane of eyes.
It's the Banshee coming nigh!
She lurks in the dead of night--
Wailing her sorrow for all to hear.
For a love abandoned and denied.
She will get her revenge,
This vixen of the night.
Look now!
A ghostly woman in the distance.
Hair in a black tangled mane,
Flowing in the chilly breeze.
Tear streaks down a pail face,
And the most insane of eyes.
It's the Banshee coming nigh!
She lurks in the dead of night--
Wailing her sorrow for all to hear.
For a love abandoned and denied.
She will get her revenge,
This vixen of the night.
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