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.
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
21st Jan 2020 4:09pm
21st Jan 2020 4:09pm
You're A Sick f**k
You're a sick fuck….
Watching my moves
through the window panes.
I've spent so much of this life
hiding myself inside so you were
left beating a hollow drum.
It's been so long since I walked away
shielding myself in a crowd,
hoping you never glimpsed me alone.
Many days have passed,
and many months,
a few years
and still you do not remain dormant,
though hell is where you belong.
The voice of a murderer starved for
attention screeches through falsified names
...
Watching my moves
through the window panes.
I've spent so much of this life
hiding myself inside so you were
left beating a hollow drum.
It's been so long since I walked away
shielding myself in a crowd,
hoping you never glimpsed me alone.
Many days have passed,
and many months,
a few years
and still you do not remain dormant,
though hell is where you belong.
The voice of a murderer starved for
attention screeches through falsified names
...
#anxiety
#abuse
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
115 reads
13 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jan 2020 9:11am
17th Jan 2020 9:11am
Shut Up
I'll just shut up"
My typical go to when I feel I've said to much.
"Why do you do that?"
Do I really have to answer that?
"Because maybe its hard for me to tell you so much and it not be returned. Maybe I'm tired of being an option."
There it goes again my big mouth saying what should have gone unspoken.
I'm choking on those words, watching the hurt replace his smile.
"You're not a fucking option, you know me better then anyone, you should know that...I'm just...broken…"
His eyes trail off with his...
My typical go to when I feel I've said to much.
"Why do you do that?"
Do I really have to answer that?
"Because maybe its hard for me to tell you so much and it not be returned. Maybe I'm tired of being an option."
There it goes again my big mouth saying what should have gone unspoken.
I'm choking on those words, watching the hurt replace his smile.
"You're not a fucking option, you know me better then anyone, you should know that...I'm just...broken…"
His eyes trail off with his...
#ILoveYou
#frustration
#FallingInLove
#confusion
#admiration
112 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Jan 2020 6:14am
17th Jan 2020 6:14am
I'll Leave The Light On
#sex
#erotic
#lover
#sensual
#passion
489 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Jan 2020 9:19pm
15th Jan 2020 9:19pm
No Less Mine
I didn't give birth to her,
But she is no less mine.
Shes an addition to myself I took on without hesitant thoughts.
She didn't know me,
I didn't come to replace her mom.
I simply took on the tasks and the responsibilities her mom abandoned
A stranger with open arms.
But though I'm here,
A child has simple wants…
Hers is only to feel love from her mom.
Though the woman makes me angry,
Though her decisions have been selfish as of late,
I only want this little angel to get the wish that she so waits.
I...
But she is no less mine.
Shes an addition to myself I took on without hesitant thoughts.
She didn't know me,
I didn't come to replace her mom.
I simply took on the tasks and the responsibilities her mom abandoned
A stranger with open arms.
But though I'm here,
A child has simple wants…
Hers is only to feel love from her mom.
Though the woman makes me angry,
Though her decisions have been selfish as of late,
I only want this little angel to get the wish that she so waits.
I...
#children
#parent
#motherhood
#childhood
#responsibility
108 reads
12 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
15th Jan 2020 8:53pm
15th Jan 2020 8:53pm
I'm Sure Of One Thing
I'm sure of one thing…
she boils if confronted
defensive of her ways.
Justifies the trash bin
cradles her enabler in her arms.
When?...
When do the vices alter,
When do they bring her warmth?
Wee one full of innocence,
Only wants her mom.
How does flesh and blood rein lighter
then swaying back and forth…?
How does she walk away from roses
To lay upon the thorns?
I'm sure of one thing….
She's nothing that she could have been
But merely ghost and bones.
They say the devil's evil… ...
she boils if confronted
defensive of her ways.
Justifies the trash bin
cradles her enabler in her arms.
When?...
When do the vices alter,
When do they bring her warmth?
Wee one full of innocence,
Only wants her mom.
How does flesh and blood rein lighter
then swaying back and forth…?
How does she walk away from roses
To lay upon the thorns?
I'm sure of one thing….
She's nothing that she could have been
But merely ghost and bones.
They say the devil's evil… ...
#dark
#SelfHarm
#addiction #illness
#addiction #illness
120 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jan 2020 6:56am
14th Jan 2020 6:56am
The Bars Remain
To keep the peace
We torment ourselves....
We frustrate our hearts for fickle reasoning.
The window is open but the bars remain…
Set to our sides listening to the rain…
To suffer for irrelevance.
To keep the peace
We lose sleep…
We inable the corrosivity of toxicity.
The window is open but the bars remain.
Set to our minds unsteady as the wind brushed rain.
To suffer for irrationality.
To keep the peace
We harbor unjustifiable jealousy.
The window is open but the bars remain.
Set...
We torment ourselves....
We frustrate our hearts for fickle reasoning.
The window is open but the bars remain…
Set to our sides listening to the rain…
To suffer for irrelevance.
To keep the peace
We lose sleep…
We inable the corrosivity of toxicity.
The window is open but the bars remain.
Set to our minds unsteady as the wind brushed rain.
To suffer for irrationality.
To keep the peace
We harbor unjustifiable jealousy.
The window is open but the bars remain.
Set...
#anger
#anxiety
#frustration #confusion
#frustration #confusion
90 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Jan 2020 6:11am
14th Jan 2020 6:11am
To Stand
Bravery is measured by the voice and not the posture….
the way the words write volumes on the air.
One can stand,
but stand for nothing…
The way freedoms are obtuse in cowardice hands.
Ramblings can begin to make sense if they are inked in flesh and blood….
The way points come to be made seizes to matter if the point troubles what was.
One can believe in one thing…
But never fully trust.
Testing the language of what were taught…
The way the tounge pronunciates an idea into a dispute.
One can say whatever they want…
But never...
the way the words write volumes on the air.
One can stand,
but stand for nothing…
The way freedoms are obtuse in cowardice hands.
Ramblings can begin to make sense if they are inked in flesh and blood….
The way points come to be made seizes to matter if the point troubles what was.
One can believe in one thing…
But never fully trust.
Testing the language of what were taught…
The way the tounge pronunciates an idea into a dispute.
One can say whatever they want…
But never...
#strength
#hope
#courage
#motivational
#inspirational
77 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jan 2020 9:06pm
13th Jan 2020 9:06pm
Mirror Of The Soul
Pouring myself into you
Loving the imperfections of your design.
The way your smile changes the mood.
The dark illuminated by a stare.
The only place I can see myself,
beyond myself.
The mirror to my soul,
in your hands.
You came to dry your tears
Emptying yourself of the torments life
strew across your doorstep..
The way my eyes brought you back
to life.
The peace,
beyond the...
Loving the imperfections of your design.
The way your smile changes the mood.
The dark illuminated by a stare.
The only place I can see myself,
beyond myself.
The mirror to my soul,
in your hands.
You came to dry your tears
Emptying yourself of the torments life
strew across your doorstep..
The way my eyes brought you back
to life.
The peace,
beyond the...
#happiness
#love
#ILoveYou
#beauty
#support
168 reads
11 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Jan 2020 8:25pm
13th Jan 2020 8:25pm
Denied
Denied the perpetual indulgence
in a life you remain
transfixed
You sit in your rocking chair
on a porch of illusion
strumming up the the next lie
you will feed your
current uses.
No longer a thought
to peer over the shoulder at the sound
of approach
when the walker seizes to inflict.
Grey is a color of the past,
its bleakness cowarding in the back
...
in a life you remain
transfixed
You sit in your rocking chair
on a porch of illusion
strumming up the the next lie
you will feed your
current uses.
No longer a thought
to peer over the shoulder at the sound
of approach
when the walker seizes to inflict.
Grey is a color of the past,
its bleakness cowarding in the back
...
#rejection
#abuse
#MentalHealth #ignorance
#MentalHealth #ignorance
74 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jan 2020 1:24am
13th Jan 2020 1:24am
Problems Don't Solve Themselves
A step is hard to take when you're surrounded by grenades…
Every choice a possible mistake,
Fireworks could erupt
from getting turned around.
Problems don't solve themselves.
You can't build a foundation
without reaching level ground.
One move could obliviate production,
if by chance it rocks and sways.
Some continue back the way they came, the only thing behind thats certain...
is it never renders change.
Problems don't solve themselves,
you can't build a better future
where once you survived hell.
...
Every choice a possible mistake,
Fireworks could erupt
from getting turned around.
Problems don't solve themselves.
You can't build a foundation
without reaching level ground.
One move could obliviate production,
if by chance it rocks and sways.
Some continue back the way they came, the only thing behind thats certain...
is it never renders change.
Problems don't solve themselves,
you can't build a better future
where once you survived hell.
...
#anxiety
#confusion
#SelfDiscovery
#choices
#SelfWorth
75 reads
6 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
12th Jan 2020 9:14am
12th Jan 2020 9:14am
The Mind Of Addiction
Etch-a-sketched soul,
the scribbles of a ghost.
The careless hand of the begger
who has more then one can hold.
Five finger discount on
agony and cross words.
More than we bargained for.
Bits for the taking,
seeds in the making…
Just one bitter thorn.
Little as it be,
still one cut bleeds,
Never bleeds enough…
Ill in the mind,
grown over time,
No new fruit those vines did bare.
Parched and starved,
unruly harvests,
Left fields of I don't cares.
Wasting,...
the scribbles of a ghost.
The careless hand of the begger
who has more then one can hold.
Five finger discount on
agony and cross words.
More than we bargained for.
Bits for the taking,
seeds in the making…
Just one bitter thorn.
Little as it be,
still one cut bleeds,
Never bleeds enough…
Ill in the mind,
grown over time,
No new fruit those vines did bare.
Parched and starved,
unruly harvests,
Left fields of I don't cares.
Wasting,...
#anxiety
#SelfHarm
#addiction
#MentalHealth
#nightmares
140 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Jan 2020 7:02am
10th Jan 2020 7:02am
The Night
The night is my problem….
The way it empties the sound into its inevitability.
The way it writes on the walls with its shadow.
The night is my sorrow…
Fingering my loneliness with it's chill.
Tossing and turning my thoughts on the pillow with no head to pass them on.
The night is calling….
It rings and it knocks,
the eyes refusal to close;
hell of my hauntings.
The night is dreaded…
The wilting of sanity too thorns,
silently it bleeds me,
writhing and seizing…
The fits the past has...
The way it empties the sound into its inevitability.
The way it writes on the walls with its shadow.
The night is my sorrow…
Fingering my loneliness with it's chill.
Tossing and turning my thoughts on the pillow with no head to pass them on.
The night is calling….
It rings and it knocks,
the eyes refusal to close;
hell of my hauntings.
The night is dreaded…
The wilting of sanity too thorns,
silently it bleeds me,
writhing and seizing…
The fits the past has...
#sadness
#anxiety
#loneliness #dark
#loneliness #dark
102 reads
8 Comments
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