Submissions by LennyBlue
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Diagnosed
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Jun 2019 3:59am
1st Jun 2019 3:59am
Open 24 hours
Wait.....Chaturbate?
I can get a date,
pick a girl who will
masturbate?
They all seem fine at
2:49
No wine, or dine and they’re all
mine?
What if I pick and choose,
Their’s no way I can lose.
Last night was Bella15
she used a butt plug without any cream.
Maybe tonight I’ll go RED,
plenty of tissues
near my bed.
Delete your cookies when your done,
don’t let your wife know your having fun.
I can get a date,
pick a girl who will
masturbate?
They all seem fine at
2:49
No wine, or dine and they’re all
mine?
What if I pick and choose,
Their’s no way I can lose.
Last night was Bella15
she used a butt plug without any cream.
Maybe tonight I’ll go RED,
plenty of tissues
near my bed.
Delete your cookies when your done,
don’t let your wife know your having fun.
#porn
598 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Jun 2019 3:06am
1st Jun 2019 3:06am
Soup & Hershey Kisses
When you see me stop writing,
you’ll know I’m dead.
Like an empty can of soup,
I ‘ve left my head.
I’m racing my clock , feels like I’m not going win,
Gandhi says I’ll be back again.
For now I wanna leave these words,
To prove I breathed and flew with birds.
Some of my poems float in the gutter,
cigarette butts, spit and mudder.
But even if I only get one like,
Hershey Kiss will make it right.
My underground friends read my write,
So it does not matter that you’ve taken flight.
One door closes and another one...
you’ll know I’m dead.
Like an empty can of soup,
I ‘ve left my head.
I’m racing my clock , feels like I’m not going win,
Gandhi says I’ll be back again.
For now I wanna leave these words,
To prove I breathed and flew with birds.
Some of my poems float in the gutter,
cigarette butts, spit and mudder.
But even if I only get one like,
Hershey Kiss will make it right.
My underground friends read my write,
So it does not matter that you’ve taken flight.
One door closes and another one...
#strength
#WritingPoetry
292 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th May 2019 2:19pm
30th May 2019 2:19pm
Death Is Easy
I googled my mind
but then it cRASheD,
deleted words ,
unabashed.
I sp0ke some words
but it came out wrong ,
It sounded like a broken song.
An alphabet where "Z" comes first ,
with some numbers throw in with every verse.
Doctors ask ;
"what's my name,
who's the president"
............Is this a game?
Images in the mirror fill me with fear,
Why do I walk around with no underwear?
A well written...
but then it cRASheD,
deleted words ,
unabashed.
I sp0ke some words
but it came out wrong ,
It sounded like a broken song.
An alphabet where "Z" comes first ,
with some numbers throw in with every verse.
Doctors ask ;
"what's my name,
who's the president"
............Is this a game?
Images in the mirror fill me with fear,
Why do I walk around with no underwear?
A well written...
#sadness
#love
#mother
#illness
#MentalHealth
428 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
30th May 2019 1:20am
30th May 2019 1:20am
Last Stop
The hot old train entered the dark long tunnel,
Two hands on your wrist kiss the threes again.
Rumbling screeching metal shakes tired wrinkled skin
clutching yesterdays paper with a briefcase and a dried pen.
Flickering lights the fire flies of the rails, make faces half appear
as if you care.
Sand bags like eyes, pull the lids close,
unshaven again , dirty clothes.
The train stalls, the stop is not on the map,
the lights don’t come back the train never goes.
Two hands on your wrist kiss the threes again.
Rumbling screeching metal shakes tired wrinkled skin
clutching yesterdays paper with a briefcase and a dried pen.
Flickering lights the fire flies of the rails, make faces half appear
as if you care.
Sand bags like eyes, pull the lids close,
unshaven again , dirty clothes.
The train stalls, the stop is not on the map,
the lights don’t come back the train never goes.
#death
426 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
29th May 2019 10:49pm
29th May 2019 10:49pm
OH HENRY!
A rusted bike chained to a grey fence,
The story behind it and its sad events
James wanted his usual treats,
Bubble gum ,chocolate and other sweets.
School work was done he had the time,
gathered a nickel,
a quarter,
a dime.
The ride was short he'd be there soon,
Pass the bar called The Last Saloon.
He paid the old man as he did before ,
said "thanks Mister"
as he headed to the door.
The dented van, tinted windows and all,
James turned around as his name was called.
OH HENRY bar crushed on the cold...
The story behind it and its sad events
James wanted his usual treats,
Bubble gum ,chocolate and other sweets.
School work was done he had the time,
gathered a nickel,
a quarter,
a dime.
The ride was short he'd be there soon,
Pass the bar called The Last Saloon.
He paid the old man as he did before ,
said "thanks Mister"
as he headed to the door.
The dented van, tinted windows and all,
James turned around as his name was called.
OH HENRY bar crushed on the cold...
#evil
404 reads
9 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th May 2019 2:18pm
25th May 2019 2:18pm
I Forgive You With Death
I tasted blood last night in
in the dark dripping red light alleyway of my mind.
We meet online, I told you I’m gay,
you believed your gift was easy prey.
I lived with your touch since I was eight,
now this is my time this is your fate.
A soldier preparing for war,
everything was thought out before,
a hidden knife,
the note to my wife.
Walking slowly to me, a familiar stench,
your dark black gaze greeting mine.
Embracing you like a tiger with his kill,...
in the dark dripping red light alleyway of my mind.
We meet online, I told you I’m gay,
you believed your gift was easy prey.
I lived with your touch since I was eight,
now this is my time this is your fate.
A soldier preparing for war,
everything was thought out before,
a hidden knife,
the note to my wife.
Walking slowly to me, a familiar stench,
your dark black gaze greeting mine.
Embracing you like a tiger with his kill,...
#childhood
#murder
#death
#prison
#revenge
391 reads
9 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
20th May 2019 10:09pm
20th May 2019 10:09pm
Curious White Stuff
Dirty little boy
On a hot summer night ,
"Would you put your hands down my pants, It will be alright."
You could have said NO,
But you gave him a yes,
As he watched through the torn screen a stripper undress.
You grabbed his member like a batter at the plate,
What's this thing he asked "to masturbate?"
He smiled and said go faster,
while little curious hands tugged away,
"Could a eight year old boy really be gay?"
I hated you from that time on,
Dreamed of Murdering you and having my fun.
That Dirty Little Boy...
On a hot summer night ,
"Would you put your hands down my pants, It will be alright."
You could have said NO,
But you gave him a yes,
As he watched through the torn screen a stripper undress.
You grabbed his member like a batter at the plate,
What's this thing he asked "to masturbate?"
He smiled and said go faster,
while little curious hands tugged away,
"Could a eight year old boy really be gay?"
I hated you from that time on,
Dreamed of Murdering you and having my fun.
That Dirty Little Boy...
#anger
#hate
#childhood
#murder
#abuse
408 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th May 2019 1:09pm
20th May 2019 1:09pm
Better Dead than Read
I wanna murder my words,
Those stupid structures of rhyming
Trying to keep up with the
timing.
Ha, their you did it again jerk.
Shaken not stirred , the words
pour out of a mind hungry to be eaten,
Ted Bundys appetite snacking on a young boy at night
Desperate thoughts escaping a prison
Captured by another victim
Innocent eyes corrupted by what you think is important.
Nobody cares about your last release, a lonely man with tired aching hands,
A child chasing butterfly's or
Mom dying on a winter...
Those stupid structures of rhyming
Trying to keep up with the
timing.
Ha, their you did it again jerk.
Shaken not stirred , the words
pour out of a mind hungry to be eaten,
Ted Bundys appetite snacking on a young boy at night
Desperate thoughts escaping a prison
Captured by another victim
Innocent eyes corrupted by what you think is important.
Nobody cares about your last release, a lonely man with tired aching hands,
A child chasing butterfly's or
Mom dying on a winter...
#honesty
#WritingPoetry
326 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th May 2019 9:50pm
19th May 2019 9:50pm
Winter Death
The quiet dark night was blanketed with the
soft white touches of winter.
Moms cold mattress stained with death
void of warmth of her flesh,
now discarded to the curb where dogs pee.
A day and a night ago you existed for me,
I held your hand as you sipped tea.
A single dim lamp barely illuminated the tearful clown poster you loved.
We emptied the small clean apartment as if you never lived there, everything is gone.
Silence, nothingness, bare, lifeless,
all you left is memories and tears.
soft white touches of winter.
Moms cold mattress stained with death
void of warmth of her flesh,
now discarded to the curb where dogs pee.
A day and a night ago you existed for me,
I held your hand as you sipped tea.
A single dim lamp barely illuminated the tearful clown poster you loved.
We emptied the small clean apartment as if you never lived there, everything is gone.
Silence, nothingness, bare, lifeless,
all you left is memories and tears.
#sadness
#mother
#death #emptiness
#death #emptiness
340 reads
7 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th May 2019 2:33pm
19th May 2019 2:33pm
The Storm
#love
#romantic
#sex
#storm
#lover
677 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th May 2019 11:26pm
18th May 2019 11:26pm
Peanut Butter & Jelly
Bring me back to the days of
Peanut Butter and Jelly,
A metallic box packed with love ,
a snack or two to remind me of your sweetness.
Every day a different treat, never disappointing.
Bring me back to the days of
a worm on a hook, dad rowing in the silence of the dawn,
a world all our own.
Bring me back to the days of
a family ThanksGiving , complete with all the pieces,
Dads not missing.
They treated the day like a beautiful dance,
Each partner having a part ,working in unison.
Bring me back to the days
so I...
Peanut Butter and Jelly,
A metallic box packed with love ,
a snack or two to remind me of your sweetness.
Every day a different treat, never disappointing.
Bring me back to the days of
a worm on a hook, dad rowing in the silence of the dawn,
a world all our own.
Bring me back to the days of
a family ThanksGiving , complete with all the pieces,
Dads not missing.
They treated the day like a beautiful dance,
Each partner having a part ,working in unison.
Bring me back to the days
so I...
#childhood
#family
#IMissYou
381 reads
4 Comments
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