Submissions by Erinlouis123 (Toaster crumbs)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My name is Sally and I'm a young girl who wrights poetry from perspectives and my point of view . Just because I enjoy it and enjoy reading others.
You
Do you reluctantly open you eyes in the morning?
Or
Are you the first to grab the suns kiss ?
Does your heart allow its compassion to sing?
Or
Is your heart trapped in a hell like abyss?
Do you dream of saving a helpless life?
Or
Do you find pleasure in a fantasy kill ?
Unconditionally in love with a husband or wife?
Or
Dominate , seduce and choose at your will ?
Can you say you speek pure and genuine ?
Or
Are you cold and callous?
Burrow deep , dark and down within
Right into your unvisited brain ,...
Or
Are you the first to grab the suns kiss ?
Does your heart allow its compassion to sing?
Or
Is your heart trapped in a hell like abyss?
Do you dream of saving a helpless life?
Or
Do you find pleasure in a fantasy kill ?
Unconditionally in love with a husband or wife?
Or
Dominate , seduce and choose at your will ?
Can you say you speek pure and genuine ?
Or
Are you cold and callous?
Burrow deep , dark and down within
Right into your unvisited brain ,...
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A prostitutes reason
Thud ..thud ..thud..thud..
Creek ..creek ..creek..creek..
The monotonous rhythm
would send me to sleep
Desperation and sexual cravings Would marry in the night ,
while my inconvenient Body was hidden out of site.
At the age of innocence, i was labelled a chore,
At the stage of motherhood she was labelled a whore,
She spat resentment into my skin
But she could not dispose of me
Or commit another sin
So with the gun she set her sorry soul free
Thud..thud..thud..thud..
Creek..creek..creek..creek..
The monotonous rhythm...
Creek ..creek ..creek..creek..
The monotonous rhythm
would send me to sleep
Desperation and sexual cravings Would marry in the night ,
while my inconvenient Body was hidden out of site.
At the age of innocence, i was labelled a chore,
At the stage of motherhood she was labelled a whore,
She spat resentment into my skin
But she could not dispose of me
Or commit another sin
So with the gun she set her sorry soul free
Thud..thud..thud..thud..
Creek..creek..creek..creek..
The monotonous rhythm...
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dirty little maggots
Your voice slices through my head
Leeving a path of destruction.
Your dirty little maggots feast on the shrubble
And you mutate the function
Your meddling hands punch through my eyes
And you make little windows from your broken mirror
You water the seeds with my own tears
Plant then in the path and find pleasure
In my fears.
Leeving a path of destruction.
Your dirty little maggots feast on the shrubble
And you mutate the function
Your meddling hands punch through my eyes
And you make little windows from your broken mirror
You water the seeds with my own tears
Plant then in the path and find pleasure
In my fears.
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The bar stool throne
Infusing air with cigarettes and wine,
A gesture from those who live life fine.
Pin sharp diamonds and velvet red lips,
A reminder that its all at there finger tips.
7" heels and defining thin bone,
A Meir symbol any bar stool can be a throne.
A smile hard to crack and joke hard to get.
A give away sign they are swallowed up in debt.
A gesture from those who live life fine.
Pin sharp diamonds and velvet red lips,
A reminder that its all at there finger tips.
7" heels and defining thin bone,
A Meir symbol any bar stool can be a throne.
A smile hard to crack and joke hard to get.
A give away sign they are swallowed up in debt.
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