Submissions by LostViking (Lost Viking)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write poetry so dark feelings find their voice. Sometimes the result is pleasing, dark, ugly, or humorous. Writing is a good way to get the crap out.
My Hardened Blade
In my hands are legends etched in steel,
A bolo knife with histories to reveal,
Once wielded by a hero bold and just,
In battles fought, where honor placed her trust.
But in a twist of fate no one could see,
She trusted in my love to set her free.
When she asked for me to come inside
She felt my hardened blade and softly cried.
A bolo knife with histories to reveal,
Once wielded by a hero bold and just,
In battles fought, where honor placed her trust.
But in a twist of fate no one could see,
She trusted in my love to set her free.
When she asked for me to come inside
She felt my hardened blade and softly cried.
#love
#murder
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2 Comments
Summer Cicadas
Do lovers
from my past
look on from
the corners of
this borrowed room?
Do they stare
with envy or longing
at what once
existed in their lives?
Why do they
murmur so? Are
they commenting
on our performance
or stumbling for
words of introduction?
These whispers
of past lovers grow
like summer cicadas
covering the sounds
of our unsacred union.
from my past
look on from
the corners of
this borrowed room?
Do they stare
with envy or longing
at what once
existed in their lives?
Why do they
murmur so? Are
they commenting
on our performance
or stumbling for
words of introduction?
These whispers
of past lovers grow
like summer cicadas
covering the sounds
of our unsacred union.
#sex
187 reads
4 Comments
The Geology of First Meetings
Like the land where he was raised, he held both hardness and tenderness within. Deep bedrock scraped against the tender green closer to his edges making them blur together when he found himself under the spell of her kindness.
Her eyes were earnest and gracious.
They were eyes whose beauty he doubted he could ever truly know.
There was no doubt of her intentions as her summer dress fell to the ground leaving only a statue of weathered ivory. She was beautiful in her stillness. He left no doubt of his objective when he embraced her moments later and pressed...
Her eyes were earnest and gracious.
They were eyes whose beauty he doubted he could ever truly know.
There was no doubt of her intentions as her summer dress fell to the ground leaving only a statue of weathered ivory. She was beautiful in her stillness. He left no doubt of his objective when he embraced her moments later and pressed...
#sex
#beauty
243 reads
5 Comments
Her Quiet Hell
The love she gave so easily
came back to her as emptiness.
The new loves she sought
will bring only death in their wakes.
Rather than bearing children in love,
tonight, she enters her own quiet hell.
came back to her as emptiness.
The new loves she sought
will bring only death in their wakes.
Rather than bearing children in love,
tonight, she enters her own quiet hell.
#betrayal
#death
239 reads
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Loss
On a Tuesday morning in a tenth-grade math class, Sally smiled and held her paper up to her friend Jenny. Jenny gave her a thumbs up, pleased that she'd helped her friend overcome fear of math.
As the two of them shared this moment of elation, one of their classmates entered the room. The scrap of desks on the floor and screams filled the air, but Sally didn’t hear. She sat transfixed by the instrument of war pointed at her chest. She thought the boy was a friend, but today, she didn’t know his face.
Sally said, “Please wait.” She didn't recognize her voice....
As the two of them shared this moment of elation, one of their classmates entered the room. The scrap of desks on the floor and screams filled the air, but Sally didn’t hear. She sat transfixed by the instrument of war pointed at her chest. She thought the boy was a friend, but today, she didn’t know his face.
Sally said, “Please wait.” She didn't recognize her voice....
#sex
#murder
#GunControl
249 reads
4 Comments
Angel of the Morning
Ten thousand souls must have danced here, I thought feeling the floor creak under my feet. Memories were smudged onto the glass framed photos next to my table.
A girl sang Karaoke. Her voice soared with unexpected respect for the ballad I remembered it from my mother’s record player. “Maybe the sun's light will be dim, and it won't matter anyhow.” The clock on the wall said we were approaching 2 a.m. Her lips shined with a knowing smile. “If morning's echo says we've sinned. Well, it was what I wanted now.”
Is she all of 19? She saw me smile.
A girl sang Karaoke. Her voice soared with unexpected respect for the ballad I remembered it from my mother’s record player. “Maybe the sun's light will be dim, and it won't matter anyhow.” The clock on the wall said we were approaching 2 a.m. Her lips shined with a knowing smile. “If morning's echo says we've sinned. Well, it was what I wanted now.”
Is she all of 19? She saw me smile.
#beauty
#memories
146 reads
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Hungry Man Blues
Gotta little girl she’s sweet as a pumpkin pie
Gotta little girl she’s sweet as a pumpkin pie
I’m a hungry man and it’s time to eat.
Gonna ask her nice if I can have a piece.
Gotta little girl she’s sweet as a pumpkin pie
Gotta a little girl she’s hot as a loaf of bread
Gotta a little girl she’s hot as a loaf of bread
I’m a hungry man and it’s time to eat.
Looks to me like the girl’s in heat.
Gotta a little girl she’s hot as a loaf of bread
Gotta little girl she’s a sweet little bit of jam.
Gotta little girl she’s a...
Gotta little girl she’s sweet as a pumpkin pie
I’m a hungry man and it’s time to eat.
Gonna ask her nice if I can have a piece.
Gotta little girl she’s sweet as a pumpkin pie
Gotta a little girl she’s hot as a loaf of bread
Gotta a little girl she’s hot as a loaf of bread
I’m a hungry man and it’s time to eat.
Looks to me like the girl’s in heat.
Gotta a little girl she’s hot as a loaf of bread
Gotta little girl she’s a sweet little bit of jam.
Gotta little girl she’s a...
#sex
#food
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Dark as Coal
She’s dark as coal
She’s hot as sin
She spread her legs
She let me in
When we were done
I understood
She left this cracker
Feeling good
She’s hot as sin
She spread her legs
She let me in
When we were done
I understood
She left this cracker
Feeling good
#lust
#sex
254 reads
2 Comments
Cloak of Light
She was covered in a cloak of light from the full moon
through an open window.
She had invited me into the sanctuary of her beginnings.
It felt safe there.
Warm.
Luminous stars glowed from her ceiling,
placed there by her parents before her birth.
Now they looked down on us like a hundred
witnesses to her childhood.
What lovely nights had they seen?
As I asked that question of myself,
she moved my hand to her center
where the soft rhythms and heat of
pure acceptance began to grow.
through an open window.
She had invited me into the sanctuary of her beginnings.
It felt safe there.
Warm.
Luminous stars glowed from her ceiling,
placed there by her parents before her birth.
Now they looked down on us like a hundred
witnesses to her childhood.
What lovely nights had they seen?
As I asked that question of myself,
she moved my hand to her center
where the soft rhythms and heat of
pure acceptance began to grow.
#love
#sex
357 reads
6 Comments
Little Brown Sugar
Little brown sugar was mighty fine.
Slender little girl with a nice behind.
Fruit was sweet just barely ripe.
She said, “Let’s bed down tonight.”
God, and what a night it was
Playing in her mound of fluffy fuzz.
Her little brown tits bounced overhead.
When she finished up I was close to dead.
Slender little girl with a nice behind.
Fruit was sweet just barely ripe.
She said, “Let’s bed down tonight.”
God, and what a night it was
Playing in her mound of fluffy fuzz.
Her little brown tits bounced overhead.
When she finished up I was close to dead.
#sex
432 reads
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Broken Promises
O worthy and eternal Judge,
do not let the pains of death
turn us away from you at our last hour.
-Book of Prayer
All was silent and the room smelled of old orchids.
Her lips were pursed as if remembering a kiss.
Her hands lay soft below her breasts, beautiful,
but now so pale. She would have liked the color of her nails.
She wore her mother’s wedding ring, a gift from her childhood.
It held the promise of purity she kept until we met.
My eyes drifted over her remembering,
thankful for broken promises.
do not let the pains of death
turn us away from you at our last hour.
-Book of Prayer
All was silent and the room smelled of old orchids.
Her lips were pursed as if remembering a kiss.
Her hands lay soft below her breasts, beautiful,
but now so pale. She would have liked the color of her nails.
She wore her mother’s wedding ring, a gift from her childhood.
It held the promise of purity she kept until we met.
My eyes drifted over her remembering,
thankful for broken promises.
#love
#death
235 reads
2 Comments
Parting of Angels' Wings
She lifts her arms
with a smile that
knows my thoughts.
How sweet is this
parting of angels’ wings.
In innocence, young breasts
reveal themselves, having
never been lusted for
until this night.
with a smile that
knows my thoughts.
How sweet is this
parting of angels’ wings.
In innocence, young breasts
reveal themselves, having
never been lusted for
until this night.
#lust
#angels
361 reads
1 Comment
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