Submissions by Jestalessa
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Someone that writes on & off, in a conglomoration of past, present, fiction, & non, often in one piece... as we do. [:
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Dec 2010 1:45pm
12th Dec 2010 1:45pm
Rewriting in Progress
Pervaded -
words bind
and blind me to all
but this screen in my face
branding images to my mind
with an obvious
ease of eloquence
burning trails
demanding my tongue
my utmost attention
I comply
Every next is still another dose
of adrenaline
a roaring V4 between my legs
and release of open road
infatuation setting in
to salacious seduction
of rhythm,...
words bind
and blind me to all
but this screen in my face
branding images to my mind
with an obvious
ease of eloquence
burning trails
demanding my tongue
my utmost attention
I comply
Every next is still another dose
of adrenaline
a roaring V4 between my legs
and release of open road
infatuation setting in
to salacious seduction
of rhythm,...
1253 reads
11 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2010 1:53pm
2nd Nov 2010 1:53pm
Stateussticals
It's all so easy. All there in the numbers.
Past meets present to predict future beyond.
Sickeningly trite, the categories we lie under
we all become slaves of the way we were spawned.
Ethical battle? The outcome is set
by your parents' IQs and, of course, how they met
their social classes, (whereby they named you,
and dressed you, and fed you, maybe paid for your stash);
Yes, your journey was most likely mapped out before you
but not by the stars- just genetics and cash.
Author's note:
Just...
Past meets present to predict future beyond.
Sickeningly trite, the categories we lie under
we all become slaves of the way we were spawned.
Ethical battle? The outcome is set
by your parents' IQs and, of course, how they met
their social classes, (whereby they named you,
and dressed you, and fed you, maybe paid for your stash);
Yes, your journey was most likely mapped out before you
but not by the stars- just genetics and cash.
Author's note:
Just...
1014 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Oct 2010 1:40pm
15th Oct 2010 1:40pm
Hourglass Tap
I can't fall asleep
to the sound of a dripping faucet
leaking the life's blood of Earth
into my bathroom sink-
drip by drip
I hear droplet lives
slipping down the drain
with every hour
every minute
every drip
of the faucet.
to the sound of a dripping faucet
leaking the life's blood of Earth
into my bathroom sink-
drip by drip
I hear droplet lives
slipping down the drain
with every hour
every minute
every drip
of the faucet.
1005 reads
14 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2010 4:50pm
2nd Oct 2010 4:50pm
Perfect [Obsession] v.2
I'm still reeling; hunted by his words written in lust, seething, heartbreak, but most a hunger for more; these words that create such tantalizing strings of explanation to unveil cravings of the human heart--
A seeing
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They reveal me. As the white satin drips off my shoulders, I dip my toes into this stagnant mirror abandoned and forgotten by a child to catch a very different reflection- new curves, marks innocence less. I see what magic has been lingering there never unearthed- the simmering glow of molten stone under cover of...
A seeing
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They reveal me. As the white satin drips off my shoulders, I dip my toes into this stagnant mirror abandoned and forgotten by a child to catch a very different reflection- new curves, marks innocence less. I see what magic has been lingering there never unearthed- the simmering glow of molten stone under cover of...
1073 reads
11 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Sep 2010 4:02pm
24th Sep 2010 4:02pm
I Must be a Mental Masochist
Hit me again.
Smack me in the face
with your smirks and disdain.
I love it.
Stab me deep to my trace of a soul
and make me scream.
[Just another one.]
I want to hear it again,
how I'm only useful for one thing,
that in this medium alone
I can move you.
Crush me with the weight of your judgements
and scrape
those rusting, burning memories across my chest
to draw blood from where it matters most.
Go on.
Shove your rigid views of my mind
down my throat...
Smack me in the face
with your smirks and disdain.
I love it.
Stab me deep to my trace of a soul
and make me scream.
[Just another one.]
I want to hear it again,
how I'm only useful for one thing,
that in this medium alone
I can move you.
Crush me with the weight of your judgements
and scrape
those rusting, burning memories across my chest
to draw blood from where it matters most.
Go on.
Shove your rigid views of my mind
down my throat...
2945 reads
29 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Sep 2010 4:24pm
9th Sep 2010 4:24pm
Le Résistance
(Sudden stop in heartbeat,
A guilty, pleasant surprise of a kiss
in the dark -
our chemistry would have blown up the rocketship
and taken us to the stars anyway.)
But no, my Love.
I never can remember his mischievous grin
(his nose lightly brushing my cheek),
or the subtle, titillating scent of his cologne.
(drawing me closer, closer)
I hardly felt the searing heat of his hand sliding up my thigh.
I haven't thought twice about his eyes
desperately drawn to my lips, and...
A guilty, pleasant surprise of a kiss
in the dark -
our chemistry would have blown up the rocketship
and taken us to the stars anyway.)
But no, my Love.
I never can remember his mischievous grin
(his nose lightly brushing my cheek),
or the subtle, titillating scent of his cologne.
(drawing me closer, closer)
I hardly felt the searing heat of his hand sliding up my thigh.
I haven't thought twice about his eyes
desperately drawn to my lips, and...
1281 reads
21 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Aug 2010 3:16pm
27th Aug 2010 3:16pm
Consequence
Sweet angel's blood
drips from her lips
salting the earth.
Never again
a growing trust
will break the ground.
Now barren land
she trods alone
less love and life,
Her crimson lies
in glowing guise
have come around.
drips from her lips
salting the earth.
Never again
a growing trust
will break the ground.
Now barren land
she trods alone
less love and life,
Her crimson lies
in glowing guise
have come around.
1030 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Aug 2010 12:43pm
17th Aug 2010 12:43pm
Panic
Sounds:
pounding,
panic,
screams,
chaos.
Just feelings -
overwhelming anyway.
Inside
wondering if the slightest change of sensation
could be the click
the indication of spontaneous self destruct.
Any moment
Paranoia
Don't let it set in.
Fight it how you can-
peace,
mantras,
chanting,
praying.
Hope that you're deceiving yourself.
It's surely
guilt
from selfish indulgence.
All in your head. ...
pounding,
panic,
screams,
chaos.
Just feelings -
overwhelming anyway.
Inside
wondering if the slightest change of sensation
could be the click
the indication of spontaneous self destruct.
Any moment
Paranoia
Don't let it set in.
Fight it how you can-
peace,
mantras,
chanting,
praying.
Hope that you're deceiving yourself.
It's surely
guilt
from selfish indulgence.
All in your head. ...
1120 reads
17 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2010 12:50pm
2nd Aug 2010 12:50pm
Perfect [Obsession]
I've become obsessed- haunted by his words. Written in lust, seething,
heartbreak, but most desire and a thirsting for more.
A seeing
They make me find myself, these words that melt my waxen face molded and
blanched by fear- that open the gilded sky to show me a glimpse of a life kissed by the
sun. They search out what is there but never unearthed: the simmering under the
surface -- the lies and the light.
No.
I'll never be that bleach blonde Barbie doll it was...
heartbreak, but most desire and a thirsting for more.
A seeing
They make me find myself, these words that melt my waxen face molded and
blanched by fear- that open the gilded sky to show me a glimpse of a life kissed by the
sun. They search out what is there but never unearthed: the simmering under the
surface -- the lies and the light.
No.
I'll never be that bleach blonde Barbie doll it was...
1337 reads
26 Comments
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