Submissions by DecipherMe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love to write poetry more than anything in the world. I even break my heart at times to see what words I can generate. I want to inspire deeper feelings. I write religious topics and pagan mythology along with violent happiness and depressed titillation
Somewhere in California
Can the sky take pictures of the earth below?
Sometimes your hair dressers me like drops of rain over the Californian coast.
My words fail like a biased perspective
with your hands bringing relativism down my cheeks.
I am no one of my own.
My mind is a laden shadow of the bliss of your embrace.
And your heart rises from my lowered eyelids to my utter view, and the fullness of your body sets softly upon my mouth to dote me with the tongue for speech like,
"I love you."
"You are my everything."
The naked...
Sometimes your hair dressers me like drops of rain over the Californian coast.
My words fail like a biased perspective
with your hands bringing relativism down my cheeks.
I am no one of my own.
My mind is a laden shadow of the bliss of your embrace.
And your heart rises from my lowered eyelids to my utter view, and the fullness of your body sets softly upon my mouth to dote me with the tongue for speech like,
"I love you."
"You are my everything."
The naked...
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Sexual Abuse and a Washed Out Silver Tune
Women watch behind their backs.
Men try not to make an overwhelming impression.
Rape makes us all more conscientious.
Don't look at her when you walk by. She'll think that you're a predator.
Just try to walk fast by him and not draw attention to yourself.
The lines are more deeply drawn between what is sex and what is sex.
Finding oneself exercising expression of one side is criminal.
The genders are more solidly driven apart,
and the gene pool begs for less threatening features.
Hopefully the...
Men try not to make an overwhelming impression.
Rape makes us all more conscientious.
Don't look at her when you walk by. She'll think that you're a predator.
Just try to walk fast by him and not draw attention to yourself.
The lines are more deeply drawn between what is sex and what is sex.
Finding oneself exercising expression of one side is criminal.
The genders are more solidly driven apart,
and the gene pool begs for less threatening features.
Hopefully the...
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Pubic Hair and the Grand Scheme of Things
What ever happened to hairy pubes?
Feeling into the forest floor breaking through the bush into the fleshy overgrowth.
I peek my head through the blossoming spring forest greenery and catch my mane in the leaves of the bush,
so as my face buries itself into the underground, the leaves tease my chin.
What happened to hairy pubes?
I saw a naked cat with cracked skin walk on the naked floor of the ever-changing earth that from now to eternity every day
was re-polished by the biting sunlight that worlds spiral towards at times of...
Feeling into the forest floor breaking through the bush into the fleshy overgrowth.
I peek my head through the blossoming spring forest greenery and catch my mane in the leaves of the bush,
so as my face buries itself into the underground, the leaves tease my chin.
What happened to hairy pubes?
I saw a naked cat with cracked skin walk on the naked floor of the ever-changing earth that from now to eternity every day
was re-polished by the biting sunlight that worlds spiral towards at times of...
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Have You Heard of the Sapphire Spirit?
Pain is everywhere.
I run into arms that consume me as if a furnace has lured me for such a time.
What is family?
What is friend?
What are the signs that you should be brave?
When the outcome is positive, then it was bravery.
When negative, it was rashness.
So whatever it was, there was a moment when questions ceased and action commenced suddenly based on impulse.
Suddenly.
Suddenly.
I am half dead floating through...
I run into arms that consume me as if a furnace has lured me for such a time.
What is family?
What is friend?
What are the signs that you should be brave?
When the outcome is positive, then it was bravery.
When negative, it was rashness.
So whatever it was, there was a moment when questions ceased and action commenced suddenly based on impulse.
Suddenly.
Suddenly.
I am half dead floating through...
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Only Through Introspection Do We Intuit the Mind and Through Analogy Do We Assume There are Others
She was made conditioned
to a teething thought
that sucked at her theory of mind.
The thought grew and came to know other thoughts through the theory,
and the girl was conditioned to a wandering thought
that was racy in compliance with the thoughts of other beings
that sucked at the same tit.
This like-mind theory that collects the many thoughts.
So the girl was conditioned to a wandering thought
that met other thoughts within her head
after the...
to a teething thought
that sucked at her theory of mind.
The thought grew and came to know other thoughts through the theory,
and the girl was conditioned to a wandering thought
that was racy in compliance with the thoughts of other beings
that sucked at the same tit.
This like-mind theory that collects the many thoughts.
So the girl was conditioned to a wandering thought
that met other thoughts within her head
after the...
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I have an Important Question to Pose to You (It Will Change Everything)
She asked if he knew the muffin man.
"No," he replied.
The girl cut off all interactions with him.
The muffin man is her father.
Apparently, cherry lane isn't a street.
"No," he replied.
The girl cut off all interactions with him.
The muffin man is her father.
Apparently, cherry lane isn't a street.
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All Washed Up
Was it inevitable that I couldn't fix the tire?
Was it inevitable that I wouldn't be as sexually ambitious as my father?
Was it inevitable that the sky would fall down by the time I was 19, leaving me at a loss of identity?
I have this feeling that I want to strip
and shout to the masculine, feminine world, "I am still a man."
I may not have the deepest voice with a reverberating tone
or a sports fanaticism,
but I have the anatomy!
Some people come to gender through gender expression. I come to gender through what I have here. ...
Was it inevitable that I wouldn't be as sexually ambitious as my father?
Was it inevitable that the sky would fall down by the time I was 19, leaving me at a loss of identity?
I have this feeling that I want to strip
and shout to the masculine, feminine world, "I am still a man."
I may not have the deepest voice with a reverberating tone
or a sports fanaticism,
but I have the anatomy!
Some people come to gender through gender expression. I come to gender through what I have here. ...
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Sexual, but not Erotic
I can't imagine myself in bed lasting long.
I have too many obsessive-compulsive tendencies,
but because I am easily influenced,
I can't imagine a softer penis being the end of me (it has been soft for the majority of the most fantastic times of my life.
Just think Disney World and fireworks.).
I'd just submit to you until it wakes up again,
and every woman needs a housemaid ever now and then to clean up the basement for her.
I would just think, "What would a lesbian do?".
I can't imagine myself ever giving up ...
I have too many obsessive-compulsive tendencies,
but because I am easily influenced,
I can't imagine a softer penis being the end of me (it has been soft for the majority of the most fantastic times of my life.
Just think Disney World and fireworks.).
I'd just submit to you until it wakes up again,
and every woman needs a housemaid ever now and then to clean up the basement for her.
I would just think, "What would a lesbian do?".
I can't imagine myself ever giving up ...
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The Advice of Several Millennia on the Development of Eros
I am a fool.
Born through a woman's pain and at the age of maturity I fail to give woman happiness.
Woman runs up the trail of a holy mountain
up to deification and eternal remembrance, and she feels a human emotion.
She was right to eat of the fruit, but she was also wrong.
Knowledge is a two edged sword
that gives you the rite of passage as an autonomous being in this world with the pleasure of your own experiences,
but the other blade punctures the lower belie with intense loneliness
and hunger
so that it...
Born through a woman's pain and at the age of maturity I fail to give woman happiness.
Woman runs up the trail of a holy mountain
up to deification and eternal remembrance, and she feels a human emotion.
She was right to eat of the fruit, but she was also wrong.
Knowledge is a two edged sword
that gives you the rite of passage as an autonomous being in this world with the pleasure of your own experiences,
but the other blade punctures the lower belie with intense loneliness
and hunger
so that it...
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Strange Sensations
It was proceeding cross-country season in high school, and I suffered from athlete's foot.
The condition wasn't bothersome until a couple years later because a good scratching is better than an orgasm.
All and all, I finally bought the cream and cured it
after beginning to daydream about foot related foreplay.
Do you know when a guy needs love?
When he looks at pregnant women and wishes that the babies were his.
I still feel a blow of heat brush over my face and my heart punch my chest when I see a girl I like
or have an exam,
and I believe that these are...
The condition wasn't bothersome until a couple years later because a good scratching is better than an orgasm.
All and all, I finally bought the cream and cured it
after beginning to daydream about foot related foreplay.
Do you know when a guy needs love?
When he looks at pregnant women and wishes that the babies were his.
I still feel a blow of heat brush over my face and my heart punch my chest when I see a girl I like
or have an exam,
and I believe that these are...
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When I Was Down to Earth
I hold you in my hands and squeeze your tight body closely against mine.
The hours of night drip their silver star dew onto your skin, and I rub it in as romantic oil.
Smelling the perfume of perfumeless skin freshly dried from a late shower, I peck your neck and hum like a songbird into your ear,
"Do you know how sexy, how sexy, how sexy, how sexy, how sexy you are right now? Everything around you burns up in sexual flames."
I brush your hair slowly, slowly, slowly, deeply with my left hand with my right underneath your backbone following up and down your spinal chord to...
The hours of night drip their silver star dew onto your skin, and I rub it in as romantic oil.
Smelling the perfume of perfumeless skin freshly dried from a late shower, I peck your neck and hum like a songbird into your ear,
"Do you know how sexy, how sexy, how sexy, how sexy, how sexy you are right now? Everything around you burns up in sexual flames."
I brush your hair slowly, slowly, slowly, deeply with my left hand with my right underneath your backbone following up and down your spinal chord to...
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Never Ever Never a Moment for the Rain
Gently brushing skin of red.
The vacuum of sky settles above her head sucking her into the warp of night fancy.
The stars crown her head like a bonnet of flowers,
and the sheets she spears from fall being raining silk as she jerks up from her bed with an idea tormenting her mind,
"Go outside."
Her skin rubs her skin, and she rubs the night dress away.
Sleeping outside on her patio, a little warmed by the chilling cold the wind breathes on her nape when she notices how alone she is
and how her surroundings are asleep
and...
The vacuum of sky settles above her head sucking her into the warp of night fancy.
The stars crown her head like a bonnet of flowers,
and the sheets she spears from fall being raining silk as she jerks up from her bed with an idea tormenting her mind,
"Go outside."
Her skin rubs her skin, and she rubs the night dress away.
Sleeping outside on her patio, a little warmed by the chilling cold the wind breathes on her nape when she notices how alone she is
and how her surroundings are asleep
and...
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