Submissions by EmmaFranko (Avena Sativa)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Through a sickly life of pain and torment came a love that weighed it all away from my bones and now that love is gone the truth is that I will always love Thomas but now must carry what he was with me. I am my own salvation.
EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Nov 2011 11:13pm
8th Nov 2011 11:13pm
Vivaldi's Trio Sonata 'La Follia' in D Minor RV63 ( Lonicera )
Push out, shut up, lay back, breathe gently, pull me down into the sheets which heat and drape and rub against bare skin you created.
Groaning sinners, loving siblings, lonely lovers.
Saving me with each kiss upon my shoulder, the lips of the gauntlet of an desirable man lay on my own.
Stir the thoughts in my head, the sexual desire as you ride your body closely to mine,
we can't control what we do.
Drowning in hight paced notes of steel,
the forever breaking point of screaming, the gripping, the sighing, the blushing it's always there.
You know I love you,...
Groaning sinners, loving siblings, lonely lovers.
Saving me with each kiss upon my shoulder, the lips of the gauntlet of an desirable man lay on my own.
Stir the thoughts in my head, the sexual desire as you ride your body closely to mine,
we can't control what we do.
Drowning in hight paced notes of steel,
the forever breaking point of screaming, the gripping, the sighing, the blushing it's always there.
You know I love you,...
935 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Oct 2011 7:55pm
29th Oct 2011 7:55pm
Singing A Shameful Lullaby ( Paeonia suffruticosa )
838 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Oct 2011 10:05pm
24th Oct 2011 10:05pm
Traumatic Leaves ( Asphodelus )
A flash of hot green dips into my drink and I fear I may look deeper,
freeze now as 'fathers' footsteps bring his clutch to my arm, pulling against my small frame to follow.
"Dad, where are we going?" I ask, gentleand hushed.
He does not answer when the basement is out of my reach and the black silk of the car I am trapped in.
The leather how it burns through the fabric of my dress when I see the dark haired man known as Charles.
Though I am older, I still am confused, the window is black and the driver won't talk.
I'm being stared at...
I feel...
freeze now as 'fathers' footsteps bring his clutch to my arm, pulling against my small frame to follow.
"Dad, where are we going?" I ask, gentleand hushed.
He does not answer when the basement is out of my reach and the black silk of the car I am trapped in.
The leather how it burns through the fabric of my dress when I see the dark haired man known as Charles.
Though I am older, I still am confused, the window is black and the driver won't talk.
I'm being stared at...
I feel...
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ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2011 4:00pm
23rd Oct 2011 4:00pm
Mother, May I? ( Lobelia )
..And what awaits a distant time of death and sea born waking?
An untimely death in the cold cup of tea which tastes like salty water, it tastes like a last breath before a plunge in the deep end, doesn't it?
Paper folded upon paper under dirt and brick and rust of metal that hides so deeply in silk hands of paint and need.
The clock!
The clock!
It struck the last note!
Alas I see the pumpkin and key behind a mask of direst joy, no cruel intentions but-Dear, oh my, what hand betrays me in this time beneath the waves of purple?
LIES!
I do cry murder, murder!...
An untimely death in the cold cup of tea which tastes like salty water, it tastes like a last breath before a plunge in the deep end, doesn't it?
Paper folded upon paper under dirt and brick and rust of metal that hides so deeply in silk hands of paint and need.
The clock!
The clock!
It struck the last note!
Alas I see the pumpkin and key behind a mask of direst joy, no cruel intentions but-Dear, oh my, what hand betrays me in this time beneath the waves of purple?
LIES!
I do cry murder, murder!...
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Oct 2011 1:02am
12th Oct 2011 1:02am
.Damaged. ( Delphinium Cypress )
Stale maple chips lay in the bottom of cold tea.
Dispair fills the cup of utter blank black, dripping coffee stains on china glass.
Crumbling blue swirls across the cup rust to blood from my split lip.
A crack forms near the little red blotch known as a heart.
Bags of grey slim fold under grease.
The handle falls off the edge and suddenly the string is laced with blades so the glass screeches.
Deep lines crawl across the belly of the cup so red dribbles down onto concrete.
The cup teeters off the edge of the table, wobbling, wishing, pleading, the cord ripping, the...
Dispair fills the cup of utter blank black, dripping coffee stains on china glass.
Crumbling blue swirls across the cup rust to blood from my split lip.
A crack forms near the little red blotch known as a heart.
Bags of grey slim fold under grease.
The handle falls off the edge and suddenly the string is laced with blades so the glass screeches.
Deep lines crawl across the belly of the cup so red dribbles down onto concrete.
The cup teeters off the edge of the table, wobbling, wishing, pleading, the cord ripping, the...
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2011 3:35am
23rd Sep 2011 3:35am
I'll join you. ( White Trifolium )
Tea tastes like oil.
Music sounds like screaming.
Words look like hallucinations.
I have no idea if I'm even typing this.
If this is real.
I may say sorry.
Ten cups are broken so I may
walk on glass all day long.
Mania has subsided and
depression hasn't left at it's usual hour.
Since 'father' loves Thomas the most
he moved out but not before shutting me down.
'Mother' hasn't spoken though
I am not used to the weary eyes she gives me.
He built me up, Thomas, I thought I could escpae my
life.
These damned disorders with their...
Music sounds like screaming.
Words look like hallucinations.
I have no idea if I'm even typing this.
If this is real.
I may say sorry.
Ten cups are broken so I may
walk on glass all day long.
Mania has subsided and
depression hasn't left at it's usual hour.
Since 'father' loves Thomas the most
he moved out but not before shutting me down.
'Mother' hasn't spoken though
I am not used to the weary eyes she gives me.
He built me up, Thomas, I thought I could escpae my
life.
These damned disorders with their...
919 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Sep 2011 5:19am
12th Sep 2011 5:19am
Category: Sexual Assualt ( Tagetes Erecta )
1349 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Sep 2011 00:10am
11th Sep 2011 00:10am
Lovely Little Dreamer ( Aloe Succotrina )
"Why can't you be normal Emma?!"
I was at the asphalt at the moment you spoke those,
little,
harsh,
roaring words.
Don't blame me for all the years you were asleep,
unseeing,
ignoring,
ignorant sight.
Manic Depression is curable but I will always feel melancholy,
depressed,
suicidal,
bound tight.
Not even steel boned corsets can keep me in my place,
upright,
normal,
happy smiles.
My violin is all that I know but you destroy that,
killed,
cracked,
utterly broken.
Thoughts won't stop thinking...
I was at the asphalt at the moment you spoke those,
little,
harsh,
roaring words.
Don't blame me for all the years you were asleep,
unseeing,
ignoring,
ignorant sight.
Manic Depression is curable but I will always feel melancholy,
depressed,
suicidal,
bound tight.
Not even steel boned corsets can keep me in my place,
upright,
normal,
happy smiles.
My violin is all that I know but you destroy that,
killed,
cracked,
utterly broken.
Thoughts won't stop thinking...
1045 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Sep 2011 8:36pm
8th Sep 2011 8:36pm
Burnt winter ( Plumeria )
An enlarged black pupil seeing into the face that leans close to the screen trying to get a better look at the smirking man in the computer.
A circle of light, almost snow, blue iris hypnotizing the green eyes that stare intently back, waiting for the hallucination to re-appear, or was that real?
A semi wide tear duct is noticed after staring for an overly amount of time at the man who shows the small characteristic of being lonely.
She can see the white of the screen as he takes the picture in the clear cornea, see the screen blistering white off the black of his pupil she so...
A circle of light, almost snow, blue iris hypnotizing the green eyes that stare intently back, waiting for the hallucination to re-appear, or was that real?
A semi wide tear duct is noticed after staring for an overly amount of time at the man who shows the small characteristic of being lonely.
She can see the white of the screen as he takes the picture in the clear cornea, see the screen blistering white off the black of his pupil she so...
1073 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Sep 2011 2:01am
8th Sep 2011 2:01am
Fragmented memories ( Malva )
Sighs.
Rosey cheeks.
Gentle whispers.
Soft kisses.
Slowly thrusting.
Sheets heating.
Sshh the bed is creaking.
Hearts bleeding.
Hallucinations distant.
Scared feelings.
Thrilling pleasure.
Lust busting.
Cruel passions of steel.
Spilling into one another.
Sighs moving to moans.
Don't let them come home.
Does anyone need to know?
Nails scratching.
Breathes catching.
Backs arching.
We collide.
Drift.
Float.
Fall.
Crash.
Burn.
Hold each other...
Rosey cheeks.
Gentle whispers.
Soft kisses.
Slowly thrusting.
Sheets heating.
Sshh the bed is creaking.
Hearts bleeding.
Hallucinations distant.
Scared feelings.
Thrilling pleasure.
Lust busting.
Cruel passions of steel.
Spilling into one another.
Sighs moving to moans.
Don't let them come home.
Does anyone need to know?
Nails scratching.
Breathes catching.
Backs arching.
We collide.
Drift.
Float.
Fall.
Crash.
Burn.
Hold each other...
1285 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
8th Sep 2011 1:57am
8th Sep 2011 1:57am
Untilted Jar ( Amaranthus Caudatus )
Empty,
brisk,
damp,
cold,
alone.
Those things I am forever shunned into for I am a lepor, one with thin skin to stretch over sharp bones, one with sunken green eyes like the deep part of a lake waiting to be rippled, one with dark circles of sleeplessness under my waterlines. My mouth is forever rotted with the acid I gurgle out between my teeth so that you may see the sharpness of my fangs that I can one day sink them into your cold flesh with the harsh intent to murder and ravage the crystalized pieces of you.
Have you ever picked up a man in your...
brisk,
damp,
cold,
alone.
Those things I am forever shunned into for I am a lepor, one with thin skin to stretch over sharp bones, one with sunken green eyes like the deep part of a lake waiting to be rippled, one with dark circles of sleeplessness under my waterlines. My mouth is forever rotted with the acid I gurgle out between my teeth so that you may see the sharpness of my fangs that I can one day sink them into your cold flesh with the harsh intent to murder and ravage the crystalized pieces of you.
Have you ever picked up a man in your...
1066 reads
2 Comments
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