Submissions by Maple666
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Basic Arithmetic’s.
She said without any hesitation if I could
be just one thought away from my worst
and one thought away from my best. I
know that living would hurt less . It’s all
to do with minus and pluses the basic
arithmetic of life . It’s knowing how to
add and subtract just at the time when
your mind is to consumed with variables .
She sat down with a fresh piece of paper
and a pencil and hid the Casio FX-991EX
calculator in her desk .
be just one thought away from my worst
and one thought away from my best. I
know that living would hurt less . It’s all
to do with minus and pluses the basic
arithmetic of life . It’s knowing how to
add and subtract just at the time when
your mind is to consumed with variables .
She sat down with a fresh piece of paper
and a pencil and hid the Casio FX-991EX
calculator in her desk .
#sadness
#anxiety
#emptiness
#apathy
#fear
142 reads
2 Comments
She doesn’t wear boots
She has felt scared most of her life . Afraid of the shape and anger in a fist . Nervous of words that convey adjectives only to hurt and split her in two . She’s become hypersensitive to fear it’s got her wrapped around it’s fingers and it spreads like wild
fire . It stops her from living to just existing and the saddest thing of all is she just accepts it . Her response now isn’t to stand up but just sit down with a companion with arms loosely holding her heart and head and a name called shaking in your boots . She consciously never wears them but she is very aware
of them.
fire . It stops her from living to just existing and the saddest thing of all is she just accepts it . Her response now isn’t to stand up but just sit down with a companion with arms loosely holding her heart and head and a name called shaking in your boots . She consciously never wears them but she is very aware
of them.
#abuse
#despair
#suffering
#emptiness
#fear
185 reads
2 Comments
She wanted to be read .
He doesn’t know he has an extraordinary
hold on her . She’s been a closed book for
many years as she didn’t feel the passion of the turning of a page from another . He came and she knew she wanted to open up as a shiver crept like sin down her spine . She wanted to welcome him into pages all skewered with burning desire . It’s been so long since she’d been a good read as she waited on one who made her unable to contain the narrative she needed him to come over archaic characters who needed to feel wet from desire with his pencil rod. Yes she desperately wanted to be not just read...
hold on her . She’s been a closed book for
many years as she didn’t feel the passion of the turning of a page from another . He came and she knew she wanted to open up as a shiver crept like sin down her spine . She wanted to welcome him into pages all skewered with burning desire . It’s been so long since she’d been a good read as she waited on one who made her unable to contain the narrative she needed him to come over archaic characters who needed to feel wet from desire with his pencil rod. Yes she desperately wanted to be not just read...
#lust
#lover
#temptation
#passion
#orgasm
342 reads
3 Comments
Misty corners .
You touch me In the misty
Corners of my mind
Of all the places I have
vacated
Leaving silver cobwebs
Shivering in the light
You make me want
To remember every
nook and cranny
A meeting of the flesh
Bodies entwined lost in lust
You coerce me to live
Devouring you with
my lips from the top
of your head to
your toes and still that
wouldn't be enough
I'd want more .
Corners of my mind
Of all the places I have
vacated
Leaving silver cobwebs
Shivering in the light
You make me want
To remember every
nook and cranny
A meeting of the flesh
Bodies entwined lost in lust
You coerce me to live
Devouring you with
my lips from the top
of your head to
your toes and still that
wouldn't be enough
I'd want more .
#lust
#sex
#lover
#FallingInLove
#obsession
337 reads
6 Comments
A twenty four hour bug thing .
I’ve never felt so controlled. I’m not that type I know my own mind . A handsome face Is just a face after all and blue lagoon eyes may make you want to get naked and jump in for a dip but what of it . I’m not easy to be persuaded to let go of anything below the surface . My dress Is fastened with the top button resting neatly at the nape of my neck and flows way past my knees saying hello to my wedge sandals .Everything is present and correct but when I look at him I blush an explosive ruby red and now I start to pray . Holy mother of god please let him not be a mind reader. I’m losing my...
#anxiety
#funny
#ShortStory
#LifeChangingMoment
#aging
251 reads
0 Comments
Unaware.
Unaware
The girl
With the soft blue eyes ,
Slow , measured walk ,
Afraid to talk ,
Eyes set to the ground ,
Flowing caramelised brown hair ,
Blowing in the air ,
Take away all her cares ,
As she climbs the back stairs ,
Met with blank stares ,
Unaware ,
She is about to play musical chairs ,
Sorting through her affairs ,
Dealing with her inner nightmares ,
As she now has her dream catcher ,
And her fingers and toes crossed
Its going to taker her to a new chapter ,
Called courage on page...
The girl
With the soft blue eyes ,
Slow , measured walk ,
Afraid to talk ,
Eyes set to the ground ,
Flowing caramelised brown hair ,
Blowing in the air ,
Take away all her cares ,
As she climbs the back stairs ,
Met with blank stares ,
Unaware ,
She is about to play musical chairs ,
Sorting through her affairs ,
Dealing with her inner nightmares ,
As she now has her dream catcher ,
And her fingers and toes crossed
Its going to taker her to a new chapter ,
Called courage on page...
#kindness
#strength
#hope
#courage
#TimeHeals
171 reads
2 Comments
Am I rehabilitated
I have been locked up by a padlock of distrust waiting on Houdini . And with his magical dexterity and patience he will see I’m more than my tragic yesterdays and Stockholm syndrome that broke me and caused me to drop out of life . I’m desperately trying to see to pick that lock but I feel like I owe a debt to society for being so naïve . I’m certain that another would have solved the mystery of the web of lies . I’m trying to rationalise and take accountability to be able to cleanse my soul so this is my purgatory for my genuine gullibility . I didn’t chose this incarceration it just found...
#anger
#regret
#shame
#frustration
#emptiness
156 reads
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The Unexpected.
Unexpected love that meets you with a
an invasion of butterflies somersaulting
and dancing inside. The heart is next rhythmically beating to a jive twisting out of the chest and total giddiness of being hijacked is exquisitely sublime and utterly nonsensical . It’s a progressive condition of fragmented magic making you shine from the inside out aglow with happiness . It smooths , the wrinkles of the mind of distrust and disables, and you finally succumb to your heart desires. It reigns supreme while you are the under study while it’s the lead . It’s a powerful concoction of seeing...
an invasion of butterflies somersaulting
and dancing inside. The heart is next rhythmically beating to a jive twisting out of the chest and total giddiness of being hijacked is exquisitely sublime and utterly nonsensical . It’s a progressive condition of fragmented magic making you shine from the inside out aglow with happiness . It smooths , the wrinkles of the mind of distrust and disables, and you finally succumb to your heart desires. It reigns supreme while you are the under study while it’s the lead . It’s a powerful concoction of seeing...
#happiness
#love
#relationships
#romantic
#FallingInLove
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In one sitting .
As she tucks herself in to crisp bed
linen she thinks of him hung in the
inky blackness of the solitude of
nighttime . It’s her one transgression
and passion as she longs to be held only
by his arms and feel him so close to
her body that a shiver travels without
her permission and fractures her
loneliness for a bit replaced with a
hunger to consume him and mark
his flesh with her name . She feels
almost feral as she claims all her
dreams in one sitting and she licks
the plate clean with the slow curls
of her...
linen she thinks of him hung in the
inky blackness of the solitude of
nighttime . It’s her one transgression
and passion as she longs to be held only
by his arms and feel him so close to
her body that a shiver travels without
her permission and fractures her
loneliness for a bit replaced with a
hunger to consume him and mark
his flesh with her name . She feels
almost feral as she claims all her
dreams in one sitting and she licks
the plate clean with the slow curls
of her...
#sex
#sensual
#temptation
#passion
#seductive
363 reads
2 Comments
epitaph
Pride and silence and being afraid to be the first one to offer the olive branch. Meant that empty chairs would forever be the epitaph of their love story.
#sadness
#regret
#breakup
#separation
#bittersweet
306 reads
2 Comments
Jagged Edges
Jagged Edge Love .
To be loved. no messing , no half measures , this time to want it all ,to feel it , the multi faceted dimension that love is . It causes you to change in ways you believe are incomprehensible, but doesn’t love move mountains ,heal the sick , it’s parleyed about all over the globe and yet so few have truly found this illusive magician at work . Some say you will be struck once by the Colpo di Fulmine , the lightning bolt of love at first sight . Now we enter the realms of mythology of a midnight summers dream . We try to understand it or even aid it with dating...
To be loved. no messing , no half measures , this time to want it all ,to feel it , the multi faceted dimension that love is . It causes you to change in ways you believe are incomprehensible, but doesn’t love move mountains ,heal the sick , it’s parleyed about all over the globe and yet so few have truly found this illusive magician at work . Some say you will be struck once by the Colpo di Fulmine , the lightning bolt of love at first sight . Now we enter the realms of mythology of a midnight summers dream . We try to understand it or even aid it with dating...
#love
#romantic
#FallingInLove
#LookingForLove
#obsession
448 reads
2 Comments
Don’t talk to me about love .
Don't talk to me about love. I have danced to its tune . I have twerked, tried the moon walk to make it work maybe I needed to do ballet instead, would you have seen me then. Was it hip hop, should have I thrown those moves ?????, Was is the pogo that I needed?. So you could see my heart was shattered into clef pieces . No don't talk to me about love. I tried all my dance moves in my repertoire, I guess I am no choreographer, I am left with the melancholy of the final act of Alban Berg's Wozzeck's opera . I didn't think of that, and all to soon it was the final chord. and curtain call. The...
#relationships
#heartbroken
#romantic
#apathy
#bittersweet
254 reads
2 Comments
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