Submissions by EllaNeftali (Ella.Neftali.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Ella Neftali, Lifes a beautiful struggle.
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Dec 2013 2:00am
5th Dec 2013 2:00am
I Was Never a Fan of the Words Whore or Slut, But I do like the Phrase THIRSTY
Some women want diamonds and glamour,
Some want equality,
While others just want the D.
We call those girls thirsty.
Note: just so we are clear men are no different. They can be just as thirsty, if not worse, dehydrated. Phallus or vulva the thirst can be real.
Some want equality,
While others just want the D.
We call those girls thirsty.
Note: just so we are clear men are no different. They can be just as thirsty, if not worse, dehydrated. Phallus or vulva the thirst can be real.
879 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2013 3:30pm
3rd Dec 2013 3:30pm
Does Your life Lack Meaning?
If you didn't have to work for it,
Then what is it really worth?
If you didn't have to risk anything for it,
Then what is it really worth?
If it won't bring you happiness,
Then who are you fooling?
Then what is it really worth?
If you didn't have to risk anything for it,
Then what is it really worth?
If it won't bring you happiness,
Then who are you fooling?
604 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2013 8:42pm
2nd Dec 2013 8:42pm
You Are a Fool to Fall in Love with Your Best Friend.
To you, I will always be nothing more than just a friend.
To me, you will always be the one that got away.
To you, I will always be the man to comfort your bruised and shattered heart.
To me, you will always be the one I placed too dangerously close to the sun.
To you, I am someone you will always cherish.
To me, you are the one person I will always cherish.
To us, this will always be more than just a friendship.
To me, I will always be a fool.
To me, you will always be the one that got away.
To you, I will always be the man to comfort your bruised and shattered heart.
To me, you will always be the one I placed too dangerously close to the sun.
To you, I am someone you will always cherish.
To me, you are the one person I will always cherish.
To us, this will always be more than just a friendship.
To me, I will always be a fool.
737 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2013 7:54am
2nd Dec 2013 7:54am
Forever Alone, But I Have Met Some Beautiful Women.
The most beautiful women that enter your life
Tend to leave lasting impressions.
Whether it be their love for art
Or their taste for compassion.
They leave footprints scattered across your hearts landscapes.
Building sandcastles on the shores of your laughter and smiles.
Telling stories in between the linings of your sheets.
To meet a woman who holds more self respect than the average
Is purely sexy. Purely gorgeous
True beauty is hard to come across.
Anybody can have a pretty face.
But to have a righteous soul
Now that's rare.
...
Tend to leave lasting impressions.
Whether it be their love for art
Or their taste for compassion.
They leave footprints scattered across your hearts landscapes.
Building sandcastles on the shores of your laughter and smiles.
Telling stories in between the linings of your sheets.
To meet a woman who holds more self respect than the average
Is purely sexy. Purely gorgeous
True beauty is hard to come across.
Anybody can have a pretty face.
But to have a righteous soul
Now that's rare.
...
727 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Dec 2013 3:42am
1st Dec 2013 3:42am
Yes I Have a Dirty Mind. But Believe Me, I am a Gentleman
Truthfully I just want to have sex, smoke weed and write poetry all day.
With one hand to a pen
And the other cupped on a breast
I'd be intoxicated with clouded misconceptions resting on my chest.
I could feel what's real with every stroke of my pen.
A lady's legs tangled around my brown body.
Words wrapped around my head.
Smoke trapped in my lungs.
Beautiful hands rubbing my neck.
I would die happy.
If I was able to express this to others.
But like most,
People are consumed with funny green paper....
With one hand to a pen
And the other cupped on a breast
I'd be intoxicated with clouded misconceptions resting on my chest.
I could feel what's real with every stroke of my pen.
A lady's legs tangled around my brown body.
Words wrapped around my head.
Smoke trapped in my lungs.
Beautiful hands rubbing my neck.
I would die happy.
If I was able to express this to others.
But like most,
People are consumed with funny green paper....
1046 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Nov 2013 5:20am
30th Nov 2013 5:20am
You're like a Stripper, but Classy.
You miss do not need nudity
To make you sexy
You use words
As if you were a stripper
Letting every syllable
drape off your shoulders
Like an article of clothing.
Revealing something unseen about you.
Unheard about you.
Whisper softly in my ears
The iambic pentameter
To your favorite piece of literature.
And I will let it move me like
Percy Sledge's
"When a Man Loves a Woman".
Write me notes on post its,
Putting them in random places.
Reminding me life grows more beautiful
By the day.
And I will write...
To make you sexy
You use words
As if you were a stripper
Letting every syllable
drape off your shoulders
Like an article of clothing.
Revealing something unseen about you.
Unheard about you.
Whisper softly in my ears
The iambic pentameter
To your favorite piece of literature.
And I will let it move me like
Percy Sledge's
"When a Man Loves a Woman".
Write me notes on post its,
Putting them in random places.
Reminding me life grows more beautiful
By the day.
And I will write...
857 reads
6 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
29th Nov 2013 9:24pm
29th Nov 2013 9:24pm
Cid
My soul smiled.
Curled up in a ball next to the fire.
Naked. Under stars.
Seeing yellow and red.
Flickering in the night.
Dark skies.
Lights hang over our heads.
You smile.
Very apparently consumed by thought.
Notions rot
Underneath the heaviness of my breath.
I laugh,
Understanding how ironic life is.
My spine cracks.
Pleasure sets in.
Clouds roll over the camp site.
Heads stare up.
Eyes open.
Ears listen in to hearts beating
The night weeps.
The wind howls.
My eyes turn to dreams.
I fall...
Curled up in a ball next to the fire.
Naked. Under stars.
Seeing yellow and red.
Flickering in the night.
Dark skies.
Lights hang over our heads.
You smile.
Very apparently consumed by thought.
Notions rot
Underneath the heaviness of my breath.
I laugh,
Understanding how ironic life is.
My spine cracks.
Pleasure sets in.
Clouds roll over the camp site.
Heads stare up.
Eyes open.
Ears listen in to hearts beating
The night weeps.
The wind howls.
My eyes turn to dreams.
I fall...
691 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Nov 2013 2:19am
27th Nov 2013 2:19am
I Got Books in My Closet
My idea of romance
Is you and I locked in a room
Filled with books.
Naked. Alone. Reading.
Eroticly pulling at each others hair.
Writing, drawing, kissing, creating
Blanket origami.
Is you and I locked in a room
Filled with books.
Naked. Alone. Reading.
Eroticly pulling at each others hair.
Writing, drawing, kissing, creating
Blanket origami.
676 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
26th Nov 2013 10:30pm
26th Nov 2013 10:30pm
Eyes Half Shut
I remember the day you died.
The last moments of your life
Were harsh to watch.
You stared up at me with a painful smile.
With eyes half closed. Half shut.
You acknowledged me.
Then they wheeled you off.
I wish I said good bye.
The last moments of your life
Were harsh to watch.
You stared up at me with a painful smile.
With eyes half closed. Half shut.
You acknowledged me.
Then they wheeled you off.
I wish I said good bye.
665 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Nov 2013 1:44am
26th Nov 2013 1:44am
Salted Sugar
If you kissed me,
I would taste sweetly bitter.
Like the truth you've always known,
But refuse to believe.
I would taste sweetly bitter.
Like the truth you've always known,
But refuse to believe.
595 reads
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
26th Nov 2013 1:34am
26th Nov 2013 1:34am
The Moon Can Be A Bitch
With my heart being weighed down like a sinking ship,
I jumped.
Not knowing where I would land or if I would live.
Just knowing there was no other way.
So I took one last breath and I jumped.
I felt my spine tingle
My legs went numb.
My soul screamed.
I knew I was going to die,
So why not embrace death?
I struggled to gaze up at the moon,
And I did.
We locked eyes just for a moment.
Seconds felt like life times.
Life times reminded me I had a void
In my chest.
She was watching me drown ...
I jumped.
Not knowing where I would land or if I would live.
Just knowing there was no other way.
So I took one last breath and I jumped.
I felt my spine tingle
My legs went numb.
My soul screamed.
I knew I was going to die,
So why not embrace death?
I struggled to gaze up at the moon,
And I did.
We locked eyes just for a moment.
Seconds felt like life times.
Life times reminded me I had a void
In my chest.
She was watching me drown ...
560 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Nov 2013 6:19pm
24th Nov 2013 6:19pm
stop your whinin
If you want something,
You better be ready and willing to bust your ass off for it.
When it comes down to it,
Not all of us can just take the easy way out.
Most of us have to put in work.
You better be ready and willing to bust your ass off for it.
When it comes down to it,
Not all of us can just take the easy way out.
Most of us have to put in work.
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