Submissions by Jasmine05 (Firebird)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Fantasy. Is my secret addiction its my poetic high. When i desire something/someone or when i want to escape forget my surroundings, my age, who i am. Poetry is my escape goat..
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2013 3:08am
3rd Dec 2013 3:08am
Natures Daughter
The roses laced in my hair
form small knots at the back of my scalp
and the leaves beneath my feet crunch with every small thump
the smell of my soul draining from every pore in my body
surrounds me
sending a strange thrill through my limbs
causing them to sway in perfect rythm with the trees
I am in tune with nature
and its beauty
humming softly with the birds
the snakes
and even the bees
my tongue clicks behind my teeth
and my eyes remain closed
I want nothing...
form small knots at the back of my scalp
and the leaves beneath my feet crunch with every small thump
the smell of my soul draining from every pore in my body
surrounds me
sending a strange thrill through my limbs
causing them to sway in perfect rythm with the trees
I am in tune with nature
and its beauty
humming softly with the birds
the snakes
and even the bees
my tongue clicks behind my teeth
and my eyes remain closed
I want nothing...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Nov 2013 00:06am
6th Nov 2013 00:06am
Heart to Heart
You asked me what I wanted today
and my reply should have been something like this
I want you to hate me
as I now hate you
I want you to taste my scalding tears
as my hands wrap around your throat not choking but
forcing you to grip and push for your life
sucking the air from your body I press your lips to mine
In that moment I would have searched for your soul as your tongue met mine
flesh against flesh
throat to throat
breast to breast
palm against palm
I wanted to hold you in my arms
but at the same time I wanted to let your...
and my reply should have been something like this
I want you to hate me
as I now hate you
I want you to taste my scalding tears
as my hands wrap around your throat not choking but
forcing you to grip and push for your life
sucking the air from your body I press your lips to mine
In that moment I would have searched for your soul as your tongue met mine
flesh against flesh
throat to throat
breast to breast
palm against palm
I wanted to hold you in my arms
but at the same time I wanted to let your...
737 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Oct 2013 6:59pm
20th Oct 2013 6:59pm
Burn Me Baby
I didn't want his love
only the brutal kiss of his whip
I was his bitch
his slave
his pet
and frankly I didn't mind being on my knees
he was never gentle
because he knew that was not what I wanted
instead he struck me with a passion
no one but I could understand
he wielded power
and was not afraid to burn it into my flesh
as long as I promised to dance for him
I loved the pain
he loved the sound of my screams
the way my body would arch and sway beneath
each stroke of his palm,his belt, his leather
I was addicted to...
only the brutal kiss of his whip
I was his bitch
his slave
his pet
and frankly I didn't mind being on my knees
he was never gentle
because he knew that was not what I wanted
instead he struck me with a passion
no one but I could understand
he wielded power
and was not afraid to burn it into my flesh
as long as I promised to dance for him
I loved the pain
he loved the sound of my screams
the way my body would arch and sway beneath
each stroke of his palm,his belt, his leather
I was addicted to...
910 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Oct 2013 4:02am
11th Oct 2013 4:02am
(Untitled)
Is it so hard to love me
wrap your arms around me
and cuddle me with the warmth of your smile
against my lips
as we kiss fighting for eachothers oxygen
its a constant battle
that often leaves me on my knees
begging for an answer
to this aching need
that has buried itself so deep
so far in my chest
I have to remind myself to breathe
take it easy
its those eyes
those lips
that often tease me
I want to be more than just a memory
I want our souls to be connected
in a way our bodies will not understand
our...
wrap your arms around me
and cuddle me with the warmth of your smile
against my lips
as we kiss fighting for eachothers oxygen
its a constant battle
that often leaves me on my knees
begging for an answer
to this aching need
that has buried itself so deep
so far in my chest
I have to remind myself to breathe
take it easy
its those eyes
those lips
that often tease me
I want to be more than just a memory
I want our souls to be connected
in a way our bodies will not understand
our...
722 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
16th Sep 2013 1:51am
16th Sep 2013 1:51am
Loving Hallie p.1
Chewing on the sharp end of my pencil I taste the bitter led as it glides against my wet tongue. Closing my eyes I pretend I'm anywhere but here,where I remain trapped in the confines of a tight, uncomfortable desk. Giving up I open my eyes, and there she is. Sitting right in front of me focused on the task in hand, I watch her intently as she scribbles down something into a thick journal. Her cheeks are flushed and her hair hangs down in a messy array of loose tendrils. I want to take my fingertips and brush them behind her ears so I can see her eyes. Looking up she catches my blatant stare...
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2013 8:30pm
23rd Jul 2013 8:30pm
Two days- Forty Eight hours
Its been two days
forty-eight hours of endless pain.
I cant think without seeing your face.
I cant speak without accidentally whispering your name.
My eyes still burn from the first day the first goodbye.
And my throat remains swollen making it all too hard to swallow.
My hands fist involuntarily.
and my feet seem to trip over everything.
But forty eight hours , two whole days ,I have done nothing but sit in the pile of shit you left behind.
Inhaling the last bit of my only dream before reality made it bust at its seems.
forty-eight hours of endless pain.
I cant think without seeing your face.
I cant speak without accidentally whispering your name.
My eyes still burn from the first day the first goodbye.
And my throat remains swollen making it all too hard to swallow.
My hands fist involuntarily.
and my feet seem to trip over everything.
But forty eight hours , two whole days ,I have done nothing but sit in the pile of shit you left behind.
Inhaling the last bit of my only dream before reality made it bust at its seems.
718 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2013 8:23am
23rd Jul 2013 8:23am
They Call me Princess (part 12)
Sophia wakes alone to an empty room and ruffled bed. The smell of sex lays thick in the air. Reminding her of her failed attempt to pursue princess to stay. Chills run up her spine and as she rubs her arms all she can think is. "Will she remain mine."
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MEANWHILE
Princess doesn't remember sex with a man being this good. But then again peter isn't just any man. Hes considerate and passionate when he makes love. Each thrust is measured, he takes his time to explore the dips and curves of her body....
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MEANWHILE
Princess doesn't remember sex with a man being this good. But then again peter isn't just any man. Hes considerate and passionate when he makes love. Each thrust is measured, he takes his time to explore the dips and curves of her body....
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2013 5:41am
23rd Jul 2013 5:41am
No longer Your Addiction
I want to dissapear into the bottom of this ashtray
let the smoke carry off the remainders of my soul.
I don't want to feel the satin smooth skin as your lips breath me in.
I don't want to be the nicotine that feels your lungs.
Or the poison you cough up.
I cant be the air that you need.
Nor the drug that makes you happy.
All I can be is the nasty stain you leave behind on your teeth.
*Just said goodbye to the first person I have ever loved and she doesn't even realize it. Figured this was the only way to express...
let the smoke carry off the remainders of my soul.
I don't want to feel the satin smooth skin as your lips breath me in.
I don't want to be the nicotine that feels your lungs.
Or the poison you cough up.
I cant be the air that you need.
Nor the drug that makes you happy.
All I can be is the nasty stain you leave behind on your teeth.
*Just said goodbye to the first person I have ever loved and she doesn't even realize it. Figured this was the only way to express...
734 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Jul 2013 7:31am
19th Jul 2013 7:31am
They call me Princess (part 11)
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STORY POEM
Published
18th Jul 2013 7:20am
18th Jul 2013 7:20am
They Call me Princess (part 10)
Sophia sits on the couch twiddling her thumbs and biting back what she really wants to say. Waiting for some kind of introduction.
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Morning After- Introductions
princess walks in smiling with a tray of tea and three cups.
" Oh I would much prefer a brandy instead of tea dear."
" But it is only half past noon."
" Ah yes I am aware."
Without another word she walks to a glass cabinet and pulls out a small container gently placing two fingers into a glass and...
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Morning After- Introductions
princess walks in smiling with a tray of tea and three cups.
" Oh I would much prefer a brandy instead of tea dear."
" But it is only half past noon."
" Ah yes I am aware."
Without another word she walks to a glass cabinet and pulls out a small container gently placing two fingers into a glass and...
924 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Jul 2013 4:49am
12th Jul 2013 4:49am
They Call me Princess (part 9)
What do you mean they are gone?! Mr. Winsten yells pacing the tight confines of Princesses bedroom.
" There is nothing I can do I should have known I mean after last night."
Confused Mr.Winsten snares; "Last night...what the hell happened last night ?!"
Choosing her words wisely she reply's "Princess did not agree with your terms and wanted to resign the contract."
"What exactly did she disagree on?"
"Well ..she..you were a bit too rough Sir."
"But I didn't even...Oh its her little slut."
"No no I can assure you they both adored you they just.." ...
" There is nothing I can do I should have known I mean after last night."
Confused Mr.Winsten snares; "Last night...what the hell happened last night ?!"
Choosing her words wisely she reply's "Princess did not agree with your terms and wanted to resign the contract."
"What exactly did she disagree on?"
"Well ..she..you were a bit too rough Sir."
"But I didn't even...Oh its her little slut."
"No no I can assure you they both adored you they just.." ...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Jul 2013 8:27am
9th Jul 2013 8:27am
They Call me Princess (part 8)
Princesses strides are long and quick as she makes her way down the dimly lit halls to the Mistresses private chambers. On arrival at her door she stares at her shaking hand as it hovers above the shiny knob. Taking a deep breath she swallows her anger and replaces it with pride.
Walking in unannounced she watches the mistress comb her hair. Slowly/calmly mistress turns and waves a hand signaling her to sit, as if she were expecting a visit from her.
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Mother Dearest
"There is nothing I can do, you...
Walking in unannounced she watches the mistress comb her hair. Slowly/calmly mistress turns and waves a hand signaling her to sit, as if she were expecting a visit from her.
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Mother Dearest
"There is nothing I can do, you...
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