Submissions by Markis
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I don't consider myself a poet! Its just that, sometimes, I like to play with words and ideas.
Lust

#lust
#sex
#erotic #passion
#erotic #passion
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I am...
I walk alone on my path.
There I am, on my road again.
I walk in the valley of shadow,
My head is still up high,
My forehead touches the skies.
My mind is a million miles away.
You see me but I’m not here,
You touch me but I’m gone,
You whisper to my ear
And I don’t hear no more.
It’s just me,
It’s who I am.
I’m not a saint.
I’m not a sinner.
I’m not your beauty
Nor your prize.
I’m not evil,
I’m not good,
I’m not black,
White is not my color.
In your eyes,
I'm as marble,
But I’m fluid...
There I am, on my road again.
I walk in the valley of shadow,
My head is still up high,
My forehead touches the skies.
My mind is a million miles away.
You see me but I’m not here,
You touch me but I’m gone,
You whisper to my ear
And I don’t hear no more.
It’s just me,
It’s who I am.
I’m not a saint.
I’m not a sinner.
I’m not your beauty
Nor your prize.
I’m not evil,
I’m not good,
I’m not black,
White is not my color.
In your eyes,
I'm as marble,
But I’m fluid...
#identity
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Wild
I watched your body move with ease
Like a white panther,
A feline out of a lone teenager's dream.
Like the most vivid of dreams,
I saw your flowing figure like a sea of ivory.
We slowly die in the sacrosanct movemnet
You keep me prisoner in your grasp.
Sweet agony!
You bite me, you scratch me,
I crave to dip my fangs
In the jugular of your soul
And drink like an insatiable drunk.
White and Red...
I see aromas of passion
And I can hear orgasmic colors...
I'm here wild cat!
Eat me whole and make me part of you.
Like a white panther,
A feline out of a lone teenager's dream.
Like the most vivid of dreams,
I saw your flowing figure like a sea of ivory.
We slowly die in the sacrosanct movemnet
You keep me prisoner in your grasp.
Sweet agony!
You bite me, you scratch me,
I crave to dip my fangs
In the jugular of your soul
And drink like an insatiable drunk.
White and Red...
I see aromas of passion
And I can hear orgasmic colors...
I'm here wild cat!
Eat me whole and make me part of you.
#sensual
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Humanity
I sat down wrapped in the pure silk of some thoughts
Untold and unaccepted by a screaming, shackled conscience.
I watched my frail human body and I said to myself
With spite in my voice “Man how feeble can you be!
And you want to be a God! To incarnate, to create stellar trinkets!
You are nothing! A pile of bones forgotten by an awkward God”.
I breathe accelerating chemical processes hardly understood
I love and fuck at the mercy of a drug overdose,
Oxytocin and endorphins are engulfing me
Because of You, oh, body of mine!
But maybe someday...
Untold and unaccepted by a screaming, shackled conscience.
I watched my frail human body and I said to myself
With spite in my voice “Man how feeble can you be!
And you want to be a God! To incarnate, to create stellar trinkets!
You are nothing! A pile of bones forgotten by an awkward God”.
I breathe accelerating chemical processes hardly understood
I love and fuck at the mercy of a drug overdose,
Oxytocin and endorphins are engulfing me
Because of You, oh, body of mine!
But maybe someday...
#humankind
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the castle
Once upon a time I built a castle
It was a thing of beauty
A fairy-tale like castle.
I built it stone by stone,
Ogive by ogive.
I made it tall,
It was caressing the skies.
It was MY beautiful castle,
It was a castle of dreams
every hall, every corner
was a dream,
A wish,
A hope.
You know,
Not so long ago,
I shattered a castle
It was beautiful
Like in those bed time stories
With all its halls and majestic rooms
Made from dreams and hopes.
I tear it down easily, ...
It was a thing of beauty
A fairy-tale like castle.
I built it stone by stone,
Ogive by ogive.
I made it tall,
It was caressing the skies.
It was MY beautiful castle,
It was a castle of dreams
every hall, every corner
was a dream,
A wish,
A hope.
You know,
Not so long ago,
I shattered a castle
It was beautiful
Like in those bed time stories
With all its halls and majestic rooms
Made from dreams and hopes.
I tear it down easily, ...
#dreams
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