Submissions by Erotic_Goddess
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The product of too many shots of whiskey, I aim to please the senses and linger in your taste buds, leaving you drunk on my words.
New Door
I am leaving this door step bruised and battered from the falsified pretenses you kept me with.
I can hear you begging behind a closed door beating on what's left of my heart.
I am finding myself while leaving a stranger I love alone with his demons and reflection to contemplate what he's lost and what he still has.
I have already found my peace in another pair of brown eyes and strong arms, my little secret soul that holds my pain like diamonds on his neck.
I never was great at walking away from a dream even when the clarity was a static screen and the bigger picture...
I can hear you begging behind a closed door beating on what's left of my heart.
I am finding myself while leaving a stranger I love alone with his demons and reflection to contemplate what he's lost and what he still has.
I have already found my peace in another pair of brown eyes and strong arms, my little secret soul that holds my pain like diamonds on his neck.
I never was great at walking away from a dream even when the clarity was a static screen and the bigger picture...
#strength
#courage
#forgiveness
#redemption
#emotions
165 reads
1 Comment
The Trial Of My Life
Impossible too break down the wall that is my existence.
I stand firm in the belief that everything happens for a reason, that the trial and error, the pain, the suffering of not being able too speak to someone I care for is just a price that has too be paid too keep her safe from the monster that wears the face of her mom.
I struggle with keeping my son grounded when his heart is in the wind breezing its way through the months it will take too hold his love again.
His loneliness is a tag on my heart, temporarily losing his best friend too a system that does nothing to protect...
I stand firm in the belief that everything happens for a reason, that the trial and error, the pain, the suffering of not being able too speak to someone I care for is just a price that has too be paid too keep her safe from the monster that wears the face of her mom.
I struggle with keeping my son grounded when his heart is in the wind breezing its way through the months it will take too hold his love again.
His loneliness is a tag on my heart, temporarily losing his best friend too a system that does nothing to protect...
#love
#courage
#motherhood
#motivational
#LifeCycle
170 reads
5 Comments
Unrequited
Stone Sour "Song #3"
I loved you when you read my eyes of secrets in the moments we stared in silence awkwardly oblivious to people around us speaking and staring.
I found myself in times you were close and our souls poured from our cups while the rain dropped down on the roof top.
You found yourself with me in your arms, skin to flesh, counting my heartbeats against yours, the wind whistling in through the cracked door.
We remain playing in the fire, loose of the chains of spite and dreams. Saving eachother from hell, but holding too eachother in...
I loved you when you read my eyes of secrets in the moments we stared in silence awkwardly oblivious to people around us speaking and staring.
I found myself in times you were close and our souls poured from our cups while the rain dropped down on the roof top.
You found yourself with me in your arms, skin to flesh, counting my heartbeats against yours, the wind whistling in through the cracked door.
We remain playing in the fire, loose of the chains of spite and dreams. Saving eachother from hell, but holding too eachother in...
#happiness
#love
#kindness
#respect
#emotions
230 reads
4 Comments
When Thoughts Are Dark
My thoughts are dark often...
An ornament adorning your neck with my long legs enhaling your tounges in epileptic fits of rage.
This room is a carousel slowly spinning the haunting beat of our moans periodically amusing the silence.
We are never cautious barreling into eachother over and over;
frothing over the fullness of your torment in my throat.
My want for you dripping from your grin, pulse of the beast trembling my skin.
Pain and pleasure are advesaries in our bed,
those hands picking up where your lips left off.
The...
An ornament adorning your neck with my long legs enhaling your tounges in epileptic fits of rage.
This room is a carousel slowly spinning the haunting beat of our moans periodically amusing the silence.
We are never cautious barreling into eachother over and over;
frothing over the fullness of your torment in my throat.
My want for you dripping from your grin, pulse of the beast trembling my skin.
Pain and pleasure are advesaries in our bed,
those hands picking up where your lips left off.
The...
#erotic
#BDSM
#sensual
#passion
#orgasm
429 reads
10 Comments
Dishelving
Why do you trust me so much?" He ask searching my eyes as his knife searches for fear in my skin.
It is difficult to explain the way his eyes utter so many words with out a whisper. How I know he will hurt me, but not with a blade, not this way.
In part I wish that the blade had been worthy to save me the hell I now live.
It is a silence that lacks answers or premoniton. An unknown I long too know.
I am no longer young, growing into nothingness, toying with notions.
I am deshelved and damned to love the weak and remain strong.
I am simply waiting for your mind...
It is difficult to explain the way his eyes utter so many words with out a whisper. How I know he will hurt me, but not with a blade, not this way.
In part I wish that the blade had been worthy to save me the hell I now live.
It is a silence that lacks answers or premoniton. An unknown I long too know.
I am no longer young, growing into nothingness, toying with notions.
I am deshelved and damned to love the weak and remain strong.
I am simply waiting for your mind...
#erotic
#BDSM
#lover
#sensual
#passion
329 reads
2 Comments
The Train Leaves at 8
If you can bare the wait,
The train leaves promplty at 8.
I acknowledge that its 5pm on a Tuesday and the air around us is still clearing of toxic waste.
Our moon hasn't reached its peak and the sun is blinding,
too many mouths with plated tounges, turned up noses, fake smiles.
Aware that loneliness is a ploy to ring the clouds out before they are hung in the sky in our image.
Knowledge that I am followed by ghosts of hearts when they litter the night in their tantrums,
shooting across the mind in passing.
You...
The train leaves promplty at 8.
I acknowledge that its 5pm on a Tuesday and the air around us is still clearing of toxic waste.
Our moon hasn't reached its peak and the sun is blinding,
too many mouths with plated tounges, turned up noses, fake smiles.
Aware that loneliness is a ploy to ring the clouds out before they are hung in the sky in our image.
Knowledge that I am followed by ghosts of hearts when they litter the night in their tantrums,
shooting across the mind in passing.
You...
#love
#hope
#heartbroken
#UnrequitedLove
#emotions
203 reads
8 Comments
Dying Heart
I can not bare the lashings of your tongue when it bitters with rotting flesh.
I am a multitude of things but weak is not one..
my words will cross and bleed, rummage the cellar of your soul leaving it in ruins when it lays blame at my feet for pain I didn't sling.
I am not the one who tore you from yourself, not the reason that you sleep in your own tears night after night clinging to a key that no longer opens any doors.
Slamming doors echo through our home, two broken bones scraping together, the artery keeping us breathing has been severed and we gasp in its...
I am a multitude of things but weak is not one..
my words will cross and bleed, rummage the cellar of your soul leaving it in ruins when it lays blame at my feet for pain I didn't sling.
I am not the one who tore you from yourself, not the reason that you sleep in your own tears night after night clinging to a key that no longer opens any doors.
Slamming doors echo through our home, two broken bones scraping together, the artery keeping us breathing has been severed and we gasp in its...
#anger
#dark
#heartbroken
#frustration
#despair
257 reads
6 Comments
Heals
I used to hate walking in heels,
but the pain of a 6 inch spike pertruding from my heel in comparison too a 6 inch blade to the heart makes it more appealing.
I can walk in pain,
but fall in broken..
Tripping over my own two feet is a talent I hold dear to my sanity,
he was clumsy with his hands,
I was eager with my perceptions...
I was lost in his eyes,
they clouded the deceptions.
I have curves but not enough to render him honest,
enough to fill his hands,
but not too keep his eye.
I was...
but the pain of a 6 inch spike pertruding from my heel in comparison too a 6 inch blade to the heart makes it more appealing.
I can walk in pain,
but fall in broken..
Tripping over my own two feet is a talent I hold dear to my sanity,
he was clumsy with his hands,
I was eager with my perceptions...
I was lost in his eyes,
they clouded the deceptions.
I have curves but not enough to render him honest,
enough to fill his hands,
but not too keep his eye.
I was...
#sadness
#regret
#heartbroken
#disappointment
#bittersweet
235 reads
16 Comments
Leave You To It
You used to miss me when my arms were out of town.
I could feel you in my dreams brushing my hair from my brow.
The kisses on the forehead eased the torment that consumed demented ornaments on my mind.
I hear you're good for my art when you're burning my skin, hear you took my soul on the road with you...a silent invisible line in the shadows obliviously riding shotgun in place though your heart left me behind.
I have been here since 2,
The bottles empty,
I might be a little drunk....
Memories aren't as fleeting, impossible to be made to drown.. ...
I could feel you in my dreams brushing my hair from my brow.
The kisses on the forehead eased the torment that consumed demented ornaments on my mind.
I hear you're good for my art when you're burning my skin, hear you took my soul on the road with you...a silent invisible line in the shadows obliviously riding shotgun in place though your heart left me behind.
I have been here since 2,
The bottles empty,
I might be a little drunk....
Memories aren't as fleeting, impossible to be made to drown.. ...
#anger
#dark
#frustration
#despair
#emptiness
249 reads
3 Comments
Fate
Frostbite on an open flame,
Perhaps that is our fate,
To bite the pain, swallow it down and love the ways of its rage, its screams, our sound.
How you feel sinking into my skin, beneath it cohearsing in my veins are the words I have never uttered in more then touch.
I know you feel them, each syllable, the cursive slop that rots our roots.
Fragility opened to the promises in your stare,
The weaving rain upon our heads out of rythmn with tired hands.
I refuse the loss of footing under pressure.
My head is heavy, I am not to carry the baggage, no...
Perhaps that is our fate,
To bite the pain, swallow it down and love the ways of its rage, its screams, our sound.
How you feel sinking into my skin, beneath it cohearsing in my veins are the words I have never uttered in more then touch.
I know you feel them, each syllable, the cursive slop that rots our roots.
Fragility opened to the promises in your stare,
The weaving rain upon our heads out of rythmn with tired hands.
I refuse the loss of footing under pressure.
My head is heavy, I am not to carry the baggage, no...
#love
#kindness
#strength
#courage
#emotions
230 reads
1 Comment
Aftertaste
Love is a four letter curse that voyages the soul.
My veins miss your touch though it lingers in the rust.
The fever in the wake of hungry shambles littering the air that breathes the flesh.
I am left...
You went right....
I can feel the sway of the moon light bathing the wounds you healed to life.
The gentle cohearsing of the rage beneath this rest.
Careless are my heartbeats when come to resolve of nothing less.
Still mangled in the whispers, the shadows of me rising to the occasion upon your lap.
We moved as you...
With the fierocity of...
My veins miss your touch though it lingers in the rust.
The fever in the wake of hungry shambles littering the air that breathes the flesh.
I am left...
You went right....
I can feel the sway of the moon light bathing the wounds you healed to life.
The gentle cohearsing of the rage beneath this rest.
Careless are my heartbeats when come to resolve of nothing less.
Still mangled in the whispers, the shadows of me rising to the occasion upon your lap.
We moved as you...
With the fierocity of...
#love
#romantic
#beauty
371 reads
14 Comments
Unselfish
V are you okay?!" My step daughter finding me on the bathroom floor trying to hide from them the pain.
"Don't worry about me sweetheart I'll be fine!" Trying to smooth things over, she can see my tears... see through my little white lie.
"I have to, you're my mom now." She heartbreakingly states kissing the top of my head.
I can't control the sobs, I know they can be heard throughout the house. Trying to pull myself together stop my pain from seeping out.
"I don't want you too be sad!" The innocence of a child who does not yet understand.
...
"Don't worry about me sweetheart I'll be fine!" Trying to smooth things over, she can see my tears... see through my little white lie.
"I have to, you're my mom now." She heartbreakingly states kissing the top of my head.
I can't control the sobs, I know they can be heard throughout the house. Trying to pull myself together stop my pain from seeping out.
"I don't want you too be sad!" The innocence of a child who does not yet understand.
...
#frustration
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
#apathy
167 reads
6 Comments
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