Submissions by Elenore
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Damn
A westerly wind is blowing another autumn in this direction.
I can’t stop this insanity of distress forming inside me.
Fallen leaves are damp with tears of somber memories.
A sober sob crying within the white heat of my mind
follows me in my dreams. It’s terminal, final.
No pleasant daydreams are in store for today,
And nor this evening—only madness.
Only nightmares of eternal repetitive doubts,
indecisive distractions, and defeat.
I can’t stop this insanity of distress forming inside me.
Fallen leaves are damp with tears of somber memories.
A sober sob crying within the white heat of my mind
follows me in my dreams. It’s terminal, final.
No pleasant daydreams are in store for today,
And nor this evening—only madness.
Only nightmares of eternal repetitive doubts,
indecisive distractions, and defeat.
#anxiety
#depression
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A Hot Summer Night
The air is thick with mugginess and it’s difficult to breathe.
The dragonflies wait with anticipation longing for a mate in the dense humidity.
I look up at the night sky and wonder whose job it is to
place the stars in the heavens.
I have the passionate emotions of a restless heart.
I’m looking for the same thing you are.
My heart is sentient and alive.
Your presence is within me, I know it, I feel it.
I feel you alive within me as we transcend reality.
There we are fully conscience of our essence while we unite as one.
The dragonflies wait with anticipation longing for a mate in the dense humidity.
I look up at the night sky and wonder whose job it is to
place the stars in the heavens.
I have the passionate emotions of a restless heart.
I’m looking for the same thing you are.
My heart is sentient and alive.
Your presence is within me, I know it, I feel it.
I feel you alive within me as we transcend reality.
There we are fully conscience of our essence while we unite as one.
#lust
#sensual
#passion
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Diary of an Evening
Flow, flow forth.
Drop into the abyss.
Rise, then rise again.
Flock into the feathers.
Fertilize in tune with our cycle.
Implant in the shadows.
Grow, grow mighty embryo!
Flourish to finish wonderfully anew.
Drop into the abyss.
Rise, then rise again.
Flock into the feathers.
Fertilize in tune with our cycle.
Implant in the shadows.
Grow, grow mighty embryo!
Flourish to finish wonderfully anew.
#sex
#pregnancy
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Attraction
I can not wait to meet you, to know you. Intimately.
But I must confess something first.
I know of your inhibitions and your honour.
I cannot ask for your name or your child.
I'm impure and impulsive.
Even though I've never known conception I
am a known woman.
I remain at large, and at the least, you can give me hope. Your mind is beautiful and I can feel your confusion.
Let us be open to the fullness of life,
Open to the satisfaction of our passions.
Please spill your fears and I will challenge...
But I must confess something first.
I know of your inhibitions and your honour.
I cannot ask for your name or your child.
I'm impure and impulsive.
Even though I've never known conception I
am a known woman.
I remain at large, and at the least, you can give me hope. Your mind is beautiful and I can feel your confusion.
Let us be open to the fullness of life,
Open to the satisfaction of our passions.
Please spill your fears and I will challenge...
#lust
#crush
#ThrillSeeking
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You Will and I Have
You are admired as my father figure, my brother, my lover.
You are my disability, disparity, my discipline.
You want, I want.
You are knowing, I've been known.
I want to know you intimately.
I will challenge you. I will influence you. You will want to know me.
You will know me, you will blame me and
I will have you.
You are my disability, disparity, my discipline.
You want, I want.
You are knowing, I've been known.
I want to know you intimately.
I will challenge you. I will influence you. You will want to know me.
You will know me, you will blame me and
I will have you.
#lust
#erotic
#seductive
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Don't Stay Away
Your enchantment reaches inside my heart.
Your intelligence teaches me, enlightens me.
Your confidence touches my soul.
Your words open my mind.
Be careful though, I have unrestrained lasciviousness in the depths of my heart.
I cannot help myself.
So stay away from my poetry for it will lead you astray. It is beautifully crafted with you in mind.
I have nowhere to share the lasciviousness I feel.
Come let me unlock your inhibitions where passion is futile.
My adoration seeks to strengthen your desire. Let my intimacy...
Your intelligence teaches me, enlightens me.
Your confidence touches my soul.
Your words open my mind.
Be careful though, I have unrestrained lasciviousness in the depths of my heart.
I cannot help myself.
So stay away from my poetry for it will lead you astray. It is beautifully crafted with you in mind.
I have nowhere to share the lasciviousness I feel.
Come let me unlock your inhibitions where passion is futile.
My adoration seeks to strengthen your desire. Let my intimacy...
#lust
#erotic
#passion
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Seduction of Temptation
(Please note: the details of the tale are best known for being moist and warm)
*#*
You see, I've already lusted with you in my mind.
And I've even touched myself tenderly with ideas of touching you the same way.
I will put my passion where your temptation takes me, and wait for you there inside your poetry.
*#*
You see, I've already lusted with you in my mind.
And I've even touched myself tenderly with ideas of touching you the same way.
I will put my passion where your temptation takes me, and wait for you there inside your poetry.
#kindness
#lust
#crush
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Carly
My essence is buried alive in imagined depression.
My heart is suppressed by imagined guilt and shame.
My night recoils from the echo of the larks as they dance under the midnight sun. Loving memories are my salvation, along with childhood verses of old nursery rhymes. I’m not really lost, my heart is just off course.
My mind is enjoying a holiday in an imaginary opium den.
As a child I was told I was hatched under a rock. There are no secrets in our family.
Now I’m old enough and I should love and respect myself. I’m still a work in progress. ...
My heart is suppressed by imagined guilt and shame.
My night recoils from the echo of the larks as they dance under the midnight sun. Loving memories are my salvation, along with childhood verses of old nursery rhymes. I’m not really lost, my heart is just off course.
My mind is enjoying a holiday in an imaginary opium den.
As a child I was told I was hatched under a rock. There are no secrets in our family.
Now I’m old enough and I should love and respect myself. I’m still a work in progress. ...
#love
#crush
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An Island of Compulsion
She is only a figment of your reality.
An underlying illusion that haunts you.
You have built her up into a deity of immense beauty, an amazing immortal being.
You have dug yourself a place of insecurity and anxiety, anger and depression.
Come back down from the gallows and redeem yourself.
The false sense of urgency won't change and you will surely want.
Find the missing link within your favorite hope.
Time won't wait.
An underlying illusion that haunts you.
You have built her up into a deity of immense beauty, an amazing immortal being.
You have dug yourself a place of insecurity and anxiety, anger and depression.
Come back down from the gallows and redeem yourself.
The false sense of urgency won't change and you will surely want.
Find the missing link within your favorite hope.
Time won't wait.
#dreams
#lover
#crush #hurt
#crush #hurt
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Always Searching and Waiting
You don't always answer my questions.
So I quit asking.
Your mind is dangerously beautiful and
your heart beats you into lonely despair.
My memory of you lies within my heart and soul.
My memory of you lies in your behavior.
There is no longer reason, no longer empathetic emotion.
You need to grow past your mistakes.
You need to stretch out from your inhibitions.
Grow toward the longing in heaven, towards the love in the light.
I yearn for your reply that never comes.
Your silence speaks volumes.
So I quit asking.
Your mind is dangerously beautiful and
your heart beats you into lonely despair.
My memory of you lies within my heart and soul.
My memory of you lies in your behavior.
There is no longer reason, no longer empathetic emotion.
You need to grow past your mistakes.
You need to stretch out from your inhibitions.
Grow toward the longing in heaven, towards the love in the light.
I yearn for your reply that never comes.
Your silence speaks volumes.
#depression
#despair
#disappointment
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Times Theory of The Second Time Around
In the near future, you will perceive time as you once did.
In the misty mind of a child, but with the intuition of a child.
You will be where time is tangled up, not caught up.
You’ll be held between the big bang and eternity, bewildered.
And the speed limit is infinitely slow.
To know how slow time passes when you’re young will be the sham of it all.
Then you will find the stairway and begin climbing towards Saturn.
It’s a stairway that twists and turns through a fantastical portal.
To be sure, be careful. If you make a...
In the misty mind of a child, but with the intuition of a child.
You will be where time is tangled up, not caught up.
You’ll be held between the big bang and eternity, bewildered.
And the speed limit is infinitely slow.
To know how slow time passes when you’re young will be the sham of it all.
Then you will find the stairway and begin climbing towards Saturn.
It’s a stairway that twists and turns through a fantastical portal.
To be sure, be careful. If you make a...
#science
#fiction
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Kingdom Come
You seeded my soul with a link to the light.
The link between us has superseded the darkness with hope.
It's been a long time since I felt grounded.
Will ascension begin as a repetition of our passion?
Forgive me, for I was told I was born into sin.
Will there be fairness in the moment of ascension?
Mary, mother of her only begotten son, hears our prayers.
They are numbered on sacred rosaries.
The reason they fall asleep and are still counting.
The flames remain writhing within their souls...
The link between us has superseded the darkness with hope.
It's been a long time since I felt grounded.
Will ascension begin as a repetition of our passion?
Forgive me, for I was told I was born into sin.
Will there be fairness in the moment of ascension?
Mary, mother of her only begotten son, hears our prayers.
They are numbered on sacred rosaries.
The reason they fall asleep and are still counting.
The flames remain writhing within their souls...
#religion
#faith
#spiritual #heaven
#spiritual #heaven
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DU Poetry : Submissions by Elenore