Submissions by FreyaJ
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Pretty Vacant
LOVE POEM
Published
30th May 2016 9:26am
30th May 2016 9:26am
Love...wotever
Look attcha
bleeding or bleating about this 'Love'
A fantasy sold by Hollywood
as corporate now as your clothes
Butterflies are but fleeting
all are dead by winter
to rot upon the ground
your 'Rom-Com' aint gone..it never existed
Greed an lust, desire for more
the unobtainable her or him
Blind to wots somtimes in front of your nose
go write it in another shitty prose
Love is not about YOU
bleeding or bleating about this 'Love'
A fantasy sold by Hollywood
as corporate now as your clothes
Butterflies are but fleeting
all are dead by winter
to rot upon the ground
your 'Rom-Com' aint gone..it never existed
Greed an lust, desire for more
the unobtainable her or him
Blind to wots somtimes in front of your nose
go write it in another shitty prose
Love is not about YOU
690 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th May 2016 5:16pm
29th May 2016 5:16pm
Hypothermia
Wot to write
when there's naught to say?
Regurgitating same tripe
as done before
Clarity of a lack of mind
becomes crystal
The CHAV within
not yet exorcised
Tired as a mountaineer
with yet another crest to ascend
I wish to rest in comfortable snows
to fade away in sleep
when there's naught to say?
Regurgitating same tripe
as done before
Clarity of a lack of mind
becomes crystal
The CHAV within
not yet exorcised
Tired as a mountaineer
with yet another crest to ascend
I wish to rest in comfortable snows
to fade away in sleep
772 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th May 2016 6:57am
28th May 2016 6:57am
PAY UP OR ELSE !!!
i dont have a problem gettin' laid
it always after, you know
the gettin' paid
servicing men with thier issues
do they know how much i spend
on kleenex an tissues
the latex the rubber
the laundry costs
of the duvet cover
condom bills
morning after pills
those nasty carpet spills
i've ticked all boxes of thrills
even that sick request involving
a cactus plant and window sills
(am still waiting for me cushion back)
sick of dodgy old geezers
bouncing cheques
an blocking visas
oh and if i ever...
it always after, you know
the gettin' paid
servicing men with thier issues
do they know how much i spend
on kleenex an tissues
the latex the rubber
the laundry costs
of the duvet cover
condom bills
morning after pills
those nasty carpet spills
i've ticked all boxes of thrills
even that sick request involving
a cactus plant and window sills
(am still waiting for me cushion back)
sick of dodgy old geezers
bouncing cheques
an blocking visas
oh and if i ever...
660 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th May 2016 9:38pm
27th May 2016 9:38pm
Drop Knickers Not Bombs (senyru collection)
most inventions are
beautiful technology
created to kill
the war that you seek
to bring enemies to their knees
kills all that you are
the sword of justice
wielding ultimate power
with who to trust it ?
handful of bad men
hateful ideals brought to bare
so the world now burns
say, love thy neighbour
over an over until
you start to believe
really want to stop ?
cos the make up sex is great
or screw me over ?
years roll, forgotten
lonely limbless man, dont cry
once, you were hero
beautiful technology
created to kill
the war that you seek
to bring enemies to their knees
kills all that you are
the sword of justice
wielding ultimate power
with who to trust it ?
handful of bad men
hateful ideals brought to bare
so the world now burns
say, love thy neighbour
over an over until
you start to believe
really want to stop ?
cos the make up sex is great
or screw me over ?
years roll, forgotten
lonely limbless man, dont cry
once, you were hero
775 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th May 2016 5:31pm
27th May 2016 5:31pm
Crows Banquet
Yews sang as plucked lyres
Linden wood crashed
Cacophony of screams
Orchestra plays Deaths Dance
Veteran Oaks tire
Fall to saplings
Novices mess their britches
A generation reaped
To axe and sword and mace and spear
As mourning choir of Banshees cease
Wives no longer
Crows come feast
Upturned helms, wine goblets
Shields, plates
Banquet upon the Lichfield
War romanticised
Kings canonised
And for our slain ?
Crows but pluck their eyes
Linden wood crashed
Cacophony of screams
Orchestra plays Deaths Dance
Veteran Oaks tire
Fall to saplings
Novices mess their britches
A generation reaped
To axe and sword and mace and spear
As mourning choir of Banshees cease
Wives no longer
Crows come feast
Upturned helms, wine goblets
Shields, plates
Banquet upon the Lichfield
War romanticised
Kings canonised
And for our slain ?
Crows but pluck their eyes
704 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th May 2016 6:30pm
26th May 2016 6:30pm
Nothing I wouldn't
I like that you like to show me off
Maybe cos I can be in denial
You made me
As last Saturday…you chose me clothes
Tiny tartan mini
White Lacey c-thru top
Knee length black boots
Absolutely nothing else
Taxi into town
I liked watching you watch the driver
Adjust the rear-view for a better view
As I sat with legs slightly apart
I love being your tart
I like you watching me dance
With your friends an strangers alike
My breasts all but fully exposed
Hands over me thighs a little to high
There's nothing I wouldn't...
Maybe cos I can be in denial
You made me
As last Saturday…you chose me clothes
Tiny tartan mini
White Lacey c-thru top
Knee length black boots
Absolutely nothing else
Taxi into town
I liked watching you watch the driver
Adjust the rear-view for a better view
As I sat with legs slightly apart
I love being your tart
I like you watching me dance
With your friends an strangers alike
My breasts all but fully exposed
Hands over me thighs a little to high
There's nothing I wouldn't...
793 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th May 2016 10:24am
25th May 2016 10:24am
Pure
With eyes stinging
I cast our last dream-song
ejaculated vestiges of cracked soprano
Faultering
as our shared salt burnt earth
Once with genial smiles
run freely toward simple joys
alas we are children no more
Dawning truth
set sardonic faces
weary
life worn
battle hard
Sanctuary sought within our secret set
carving our names upon granite
Only this truth will stand
for the vanquished write not history
Yesterday
at our best
let no more tomorrows fade us
World shall find us soon enough
supped upon...
I cast our last dream-song
ejaculated vestiges of cracked soprano
Faultering
as our shared salt burnt earth
Once with genial smiles
run freely toward simple joys
alas we are children no more
Dawning truth
set sardonic faces
weary
life worn
battle hard
Sanctuary sought within our secret set
carving our names upon granite
Only this truth will stand
for the vanquished write not history
Yesterday
at our best
let no more tomorrows fade us
World shall find us soon enough
supped upon...
708 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
24th May 2016 8:18am
24th May 2016 8:18am
In hope of a reader LOL
884 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd May 2016 9:27pm
23rd May 2016 9:27pm
Dear Diary
Clubs floor is large, comfortably dark
center filled with round tables an chairs
VIP area are private seated snugs
along one wall, the other occupies a bar
Stage at rear 3 steps high
Tonight am entertaining table 4 snug
A polite business party of 6
Serving drinks, sitting on laps
being all smiles, listening intently
Quiet cos I dunno wot they is on about
Its noticed
So am asked where have I been
abroad
Am embarrassed now but tell the truth
In turn their unimpressed an carry on
I hide a flash of anger at being dissed...
center filled with round tables an chairs
VIP area are private seated snugs
along one wall, the other occupies a bar
Stage at rear 3 steps high
Tonight am entertaining table 4 snug
A polite business party of 6
Serving drinks, sitting on laps
being all smiles, listening intently
Quiet cos I dunno wot they is on about
Its noticed
So am asked where have I been
abroad
Am embarrassed now but tell the truth
In turn their unimpressed an carry on
I hide a flash of anger at being dissed...
749 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd May 2016 7:38am
23rd May 2016 7:38am
Immaterial Girl
Coca-Cola promises
swallowed flat
Bright lights
drawn to burn
Half lies in half measures
fading aspirations
as Ad-mans billboards in the sun
Capitalistic disillusionment
chasing dreams...or mirages?
Snared to the System
a world I have no love for
feeling alone while yearning
for simpler quite ways
To a past I've never known
swallowed flat
Bright lights
drawn to burn
Half lies in half measures
fading aspirations
as Ad-mans billboards in the sun
Capitalistic disillusionment
chasing dreams...or mirages?
Snared to the System
a world I have no love for
feeling alone while yearning
for simpler quite ways
To a past I've never known
750 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd May 2016 9:00am
22nd May 2016 9:00am
Sir Toolate, a knight who never was
Sunset, sunrise
How long have I waited
Hours turn to eons
Nights eternal
Unliving
Existing
Dawns mocking chorus
Morn's shadows embrace
Vampyric slumber
Long have I waited
To jagged rocks chained
How foul a dragon's breath
None can write a scream
So tis with spiteful sword
and bitter shield
Defend my own dishonour
For how long have I waited
for no one ever came
How long have I waited
Hours turn to eons
Nights eternal
Unliving
Existing
Dawns mocking chorus
Morn's shadows embrace
Vampyric slumber
Long have I waited
To jagged rocks chained
How foul a dragon's breath
None can write a scream
So tis with spiteful sword
and bitter shield
Defend my own dishonour
For how long have I waited
for no one ever came
732 reads
2 Comments
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