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.
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Dec 2020 3:09am
15th Dec 2020 3:09am
When Shes Gone
Maybe he'll notice her when shes gone.
When the soil cradles the flesh and bone.
Maybe he will find that road....
The one that led him home to her when he needed her arms.
Maybe he will care when her laughter is a memory replaced with the silence that taunts him into his mind.
Maybe he will think of her when he chases the sheets at night where she used to dream.
Maybe he'll want her when shes leaving,
when shes given up and tired of bleeding.
Maybe he will finally give a fuck when shes no longer his and...
When the soil cradles the flesh and bone.
Maybe he will find that road....
The one that led him home to her when he needed her arms.
Maybe he will care when her laughter is a memory replaced with the silence that taunts him into his mind.
Maybe he will think of her when he chases the sheets at night where she used to dream.
Maybe he'll want her when shes leaving,
when shes given up and tired of bleeding.
Maybe he will finally give a fuck when shes no longer his and...
#sadness
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
#bittersweet
467 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Dec 2020 2:56pm
9th Dec 2020 2:56pm
Reflect and Percept
Perhaps I drank from the wrong bottle all those times before.
Poison on the tongue spilling perceptions down my throat.
To measure up to the human form is catastrophic.
Losing the wounds to a thought that is not your own.
In the fragment of a storm we learn to pause but not to wait.
The hourglass is knocked over time is as it's made.
We ramble with our own and their's and fail to know the lines.
Only when the reflection is imposed can we accept the word of mine.
Poison on the tongue spilling perceptions down my throat.
To measure up to the human form is catastrophic.
Losing the wounds to a thought that is not your own.
In the fragment of a storm we learn to pause but not to wait.
The hourglass is knocked over time is as it's made.
We ramble with our own and their's and fail to know the lines.
Only when the reflection is imposed can we accept the word of mine.
#strength
#courage
#forgiveness
#TimeHeals
#redemption
440 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Nov 2020 3:29am
30th Nov 2020 3:29am
I Only Want
I only want your ache in my own,
The initial feeling of coming to life in a bottle...
In the backseat
of your car
reaching for air from skin,
the calm of the rain
in our veins
as it beat down on the windshield.
The way the music blinded us from weighing in on the outer limits.
I only want your ache in my own,
The initial touch of night parked in the middle of everything....
In the front seat
of your car
smoking our minds dry of fragilities,
the heat of the rising sun resting on the...
The initial feeling of coming to life in a bottle...
In the backseat
of your car
reaching for air from skin,
the calm of the rain
in our veins
as it beat down on the windshield.
The way the music blinded us from weighing in on the outer limits.
I only want your ache in my own,
The initial touch of night parked in the middle of everything....
In the front seat
of your car
smoking our minds dry of fragilities,
the heat of the rising sun resting on the...
#love
#hope
#redemption
#admiration
#emotions
457 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Nov 2020 2:37pm
25th Nov 2020 2:37pm
Can Not Be Her
I can not be her....
Can not be the years of the wrath in your veins cohearsing love and rage in a breath.
I can be enough....
If only the reaches leaped to the darkest parts.
But I can not be her...
Can not be the harvester picking the fields of their fruits and roots until they are barren and nude.
I can be enough....
If only ears were open to hearing the sounds of the wolf howling to a disappearing moon.
But I can not be her...
I can not pour acid on my world and let it burn and smile at its ache.
I...
Can not be the years of the wrath in your veins cohearsing love and rage in a breath.
I can be enough....
If only the reaches leaped to the darkest parts.
But I can not be her...
Can not be the harvester picking the fields of their fruits and roots until they are barren and nude.
I can be enough....
If only ears were open to hearing the sounds of the wolf howling to a disappearing moon.
But I can not be her...
I can not pour acid on my world and let it burn and smile at its ache.
I...
#sadness
#jealousy
#frustration
#bittersweet
#fear
412 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Nov 2020 10:36pm
4th Nov 2020 10:36pm
And I
The lopsided grumble of the tiring heart as it preys on the sanity.
The roll of thunder from a crowd of vultures circling misfortune waiting to feed on undoing.
The way of a world that enjoys torment.
Wish you wells,
but hate the sound.
This is all that I have found.
Just be patient
while time runs out
Sanity crumbles
Missfortune waits
Vultures circle
The thunder hates.
And I....
And I...
I am the heart that aches.
The roll of thunder from a crowd of vultures circling misfortune waiting to feed on undoing.
The way of a world that enjoys torment.
Wish you wells,
but hate the sound.
This is all that I have found.
Just be patient
while time runs out
Sanity crumbles
Missfortune waits
Vultures circle
The thunder hates.
And I....
And I...
I am the heart that aches.
#sadness
#anxiety
#loneliness
#frustration
#fear
484 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2020 2:18pm
3rd Nov 2020 2:18pm
Strings
The strings of the old me knotting in tightly;
Uttering the necessity of the situation at hand.
To go quietly down to the floor without a will is forbidden when you are as clumsy as me.
So I play with fire,
let it pull my strings
until what I desire
is held between my fingertips.
Letting a demon win was never in the cards that I play on a day like today;
when a moment is to close and time is of the essence.
I am restless...
Everything to do
and to lose
with one crack in the sidewalk.
...
Uttering the necessity of the situation at hand.
To go quietly down to the floor without a will is forbidden when you are as clumsy as me.
So I play with fire,
let it pull my strings
until what I desire
is held between my fingertips.
Letting a demon win was never in the cards that I play on a day like today;
when a moment is to close and time is of the essence.
I am restless...
Everything to do
and to lose
with one crack in the sidewalk.
...
#confessional
#luck
#responsibility
#choices
#determination
483 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
31st Oct 2020 12:28pm
31st Oct 2020 12:28pm
Bruises
The fleat is blistered,
steps and stones can only bruise me but words do little to console me
Whenever one gets lonely
She gets lost in lines and verses.
The tainted tongue with its whips and names;
strike a match on my trembling aches.
It pulsates the rage from my veins to name the moans in the lips of desire yours....
Sorrow rips and grips at the sheets;
pulling the air from the lungs to your skin;
lacing your smoke with my want....
Fingertips on top of fingertips;
the way the moment finds the space ...
steps and stones can only bruise me but words do little to console me
Whenever one gets lonely
She gets lost in lines and verses.
The tainted tongue with its whips and names;
strike a match on my trembling aches.
It pulsates the rage from my veins to name the moans in the lips of desire yours....
Sorrow rips and grips at the sheets;
pulling the air from the lungs to your skin;
lacing your smoke with my want....
Fingertips on top of fingertips;
the way the moment finds the space ...
#lust
#sex
#BDSM
#lover
#sensual
833 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2020 2:54pm
23rd Oct 2020 2:54pm
Amusing
Amusing to see all of the snakes slithering through the cracks in the door when shes closing it.
A plague of sorts;
the jealousy molting from their flesh rotting in the air.
Demons love to attempt possession when she's no longer open to hearing them.
Spirits love to orbit the moon when its shining;
threatening talks of morning and blinding.
How they play needles through a haystack;
though shes numb to their proding.
Beggars to plead,
from down on their knees
under her feet.
Antics without purpose, ...
A plague of sorts;
the jealousy molting from their flesh rotting in the air.
Demons love to attempt possession when she's no longer open to hearing them.
Spirits love to orbit the moon when its shining;
threatening talks of morning and blinding.
How they play needles through a haystack;
though shes numb to their proding.
Beggars to plead,
from down on their knees
under her feet.
Antics without purpose, ...
#rejection
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection #choices
#SelfReflection #choices
447 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Oct 2020 8:25pm
21st Oct 2020 8:25pm
Dirty Dishes
Somewhere between setting the table and washing the dishes everything came crashing down on me.
How the tides changed when the family came around to put in their two cents about this.
How a three piece can be mistaken for a penny when under judgement of ignorance.
The weight of everyone else's opinions putting a strain in the way I view myself and the way you view me.
"I don't give a fuck what other people think!" He screams while his actions show differently.
I can feel the change in your stare and the doubt in your words and yet you...
How the tides changed when the family came around to put in their two cents about this.
How a three piece can be mistaken for a penny when under judgement of ignorance.
The weight of everyone else's opinions putting a strain in the way I view myself and the way you view me.
"I don't give a fuck what other people think!" He screams while his actions show differently.
I can feel the change in your stare and the doubt in your words and yet you...
#anxiety
#confusion
#disappointment #fear
#disappointment #fear
498 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Oct 2020 9:30pm
20th Oct 2020 9:30pm
Freezing
I'm freezing....
The power of the sun wilting from the inside out,
The feather that remains when the bird has gone.
Simply a keepsake to have and to hold when the time for leaving devours the part.
Just tired words in a weathered book that has been read to its ends,
simply a drop of rain where it hasn't poured yet.
It's freezing....
The morning after the love has past on
The ground of a wasteland littered in sticks and bones.
Introverted thorns that pierce the air with their sobs
The lacking of movement in the breeze, ...
The power of the sun wilting from the inside out,
The feather that remains when the bird has gone.
Simply a keepsake to have and to hold when the time for leaving devours the part.
Just tired words in a weathered book that has been read to its ends,
simply a drop of rain where it hasn't poured yet.
It's freezing....
The morning after the love has past on
The ground of a wasteland littered in sticks and bones.
Introverted thorns that pierce the air with their sobs
The lacking of movement in the breeze, ...
#sadness
#disappointment
#emptiness
360 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Oct 2020 9:07pm
20th Oct 2020 9:07pm
Am I Clinging
Am I clinging to the flame of expectation allowing it to burn holes in my grasp of reality?
Numbing whats lacking with memories and dreams I carry in the pockets of my heart that I wear on my sleeve,
Crawling to a place that no longer exists on your side of the fence where I no longer reach in one piece.
Am I a fool on my knees begging for your hands to find mine?
Illed by the knots in my stomach;
drowning in want for a promise given in borrowed time.
Believing the ring on your finger means that I am enough while your eyes...
Numbing whats lacking with memories and dreams I carry in the pockets of my heart that I wear on my sleeve,
Crawling to a place that no longer exists on your side of the fence where I no longer reach in one piece.
Am I a fool on my knees begging for your hands to find mine?
Illed by the knots in my stomach;
drowning in want for a promise given in borrowed time.
Believing the ring on your finger means that I am enough while your eyes...
#anxiety
#confusion
#disappointment
#emptiness
#fear
500 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Apr 2020 6:04pm
17th Apr 2020 6:04pm
Love Weighing on The Shoulders
maybe your love has tired
come to rest on smoother ground.
It seems that now I am not your soft landing, but another hook to hang your hat.
I fear us being past.
I feel as troubled waters feel to the brave sailer,
a drift on the wrong waves.
I love you how you need to be loved
and yet I feel that I am not enough.
I want to scream,
to howl at the moon,
burn my heart to ash
but it would still exist because its you.
I seem to be playing your fool,
but I can not fold when every part of me...
come to rest on smoother ground.
It seems that now I am not your soft landing, but another hook to hang your hat.
I fear us being past.
I feel as troubled waters feel to the brave sailer,
a drift on the wrong waves.
I love you how you need to be loved
and yet I feel that I am not enough.
I want to scream,
to howl at the moon,
burn my heart to ash
but it would still exist because its you.
I seem to be playing your fool,
but I can not fold when every part of me...
#anxiety
#confusion
#fear
449 reads
2 Comments
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