Submissions by Mikash (Michael Ash Sharbaugh)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I compose music and weave words -- primarily about sex, desire, and rejection. I am a hedonist with a big heart. I swim in emotion, and welcome 'feeling.'
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jan 2017 9:59am
13th Jan 2017 9:59am
A Delectable Treasure
I wake in the morning,
and You are there …
beside Me, Inside Me,
just as You were in My slumber.
‘tis a scrumptious pleasure,
to wake with Your lips close to Mine—
a delectable treasure,
You are, to Me.
I love and adore You.
and You are there …
beside Me, Inside Me,
just as You were in My slumber.
‘tis a scrumptious pleasure,
to wake with Your lips close to Mine—
a delectable treasure,
You are, to Me.
I love and adore You.
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jan 2017 9:54am
13th Jan 2017 9:54am
"An Apology" [B1]
Unwind …
may Your dreams drift You away from the pains that crept in tonight.
So blind …
so blind was I to have suffered Your words to such a blight.
If You see it through to forgive Me,
should You decree ‘eshew’ to look at Me,
I’d understand.
Either way,
Your words resound in the cones of My eyes;
Your tone still echoes; Your voice does incise
the weight of what I have done.
Forgive Me.
may Your dreams drift You away from the pains that crept in tonight.
So blind …
so blind was I to have suffered Your words to such a blight.
If You see it through to forgive Me,
should You decree ‘eshew’ to look at Me,
I’d understand.
Either way,
Your words resound in the cones of My eyes;
Your tone still echoes; Your voice does incise
the weight of what I have done.
Forgive Me.
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Dec 2016 8:12am
24th Dec 2016 8:12am
The Admittal
A faithless creep,
such am I:
I rained on parades
and sucked You dry.
A guilty fuse,
such I am:
burst Your heart
‘thout giving a damn.
Twisted filth,
such I be:
My carnal hush did
ignore Your plea.
A disgusting facade,
such was My charade:
a burdensome heathen,
from Our vow I strayed.
(I pissed and shit on the Love We made.)
such am I:
I rained on parades
and sucked You dry.
A guilty fuse,
such I am:
burst Your heart
‘thout giving a damn.
Twisted filth,
such I be:
My carnal hush did
ignore Your plea.
A disgusting facade,
such was My charade:
a burdensome heathen,
from Our vow I strayed.
(I pissed and shit on the Love We made.)
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Dec 2016 7:35am
24th Dec 2016 7:35am
Moonbeams in a Pillbox
Moonbeams in a pillbox …
that is what We are:
ne’er dreamless
nor content;
seamless,
unbent.
‘Us’.
that is what We are:
ne’er dreamless
nor content;
seamless,
unbent.
‘Us’.
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2016 9:20am
23rd Dec 2016 9:20am
The Quay
This hideous dread is closing in,
as I bemoan the heritage that prophets did spin:
My Father to My Mother,
and, now, back again.
Am I so like You, Dad:
destined to dole pain!?
To wreck those Who love Us,
ordained to be ane!?
*
Well, I refuse to believe
in seers and sooths;
I’ll yank out e’ry cavity
that rots in my tooths …
… and believe not in destinies
We derive from Our births,
believe not that Love
is among humanly dearths.
*
I’ll move on now,
certain to sleep...
as I bemoan the heritage that prophets did spin:
My Father to My Mother,
and, now, back again.
Am I so like You, Dad:
destined to dole pain!?
To wreck those Who love Us,
ordained to be ane!?
*
Well, I refuse to believe
in seers and sooths;
I’ll yank out e’ry cavity
that rots in my tooths …
… and believe not in destinies
We derive from Our births,
believe not that Love
is among humanly dearths.
*
I’ll move on now,
certain to sleep...
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2016 7:25am
23rd Dec 2016 7:25am
Still Awake
still awake …
during these prickly and frigid hours,
awaiting the decay of My [cocaine-infused] adrenaline.
My eyes shine bright; My pupils are wide and eager
to take in the heathery glow that is You.
My nose burns, My stomach churns,
as I breathe in this magnetic aether
of ‘What Comes Next’:
… You …
… Me …
&
H
I
S
T
O
R
Y
!
during these prickly and frigid hours,
awaiting the decay of My [cocaine-infused] adrenaline.
My eyes shine bright; My pupils are wide and eager
to take in the heathery glow that is You.
My nose burns, My stomach churns,
as I breathe in this magnetic aether
of ‘What Comes Next’:
… You …
… Me …
&
H
I
S
T
O
R
Y
!
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2016 9:37pm
22nd Dec 2016 9:37pm
The Grinning Carcass
I am like a grinning carcass—
an agonizing sight for cars that
howl down some brutal highway:
aboveground,
homeless, and without a grave.
I am ancestor to some,
contaminant to others,
in this, the fallout of some estranged harmony—
divorce.
an agonizing sight for cars that
howl down some brutal highway:
aboveground,
homeless, and without a grave.
I am ancestor to some,
contaminant to others,
in this, the fallout of some estranged harmony—
divorce.
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2016 7:24pm
22nd Dec 2016 7:24pm
... of Sleep and the Awakening ...
Sleep is dangerous:
the sting of bees
arrive
with the shallow ‘ZZZs’
I encounter,
and I am deeply haunted
by a past that will never reappear.
The awakening is a pleasure, however:
cotton clouds
pamper
avian crowds
softly,
and I am truly ecstatic
about a future coming into fruition.
the sting of bees
arrive
with the shallow ‘ZZZs’
I encounter,
and I am deeply haunted
by a past that will never reappear.
The awakening is a pleasure, however:
cotton clouds
pamper
avian crowds
softly,
and I am truly ecstatic
about a future coming into fruition.
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Dec 2016 8:13pm
12th Dec 2016 8:13pm
Ghost
Hello.
I am that Ghost that shall always linger—
the One You can touch with longing finger.
I am The Ghost.
Hello.
I am the Ghost Your mouth can ingest—
the One who inhales Your whispered breaths.
I am The Ghost.
I am not a simple shade,
nor the hollow reminder
of the Love you’ve made.
I am The Ghost.
N’er am I a passive specter—
the passing leg of a bee
that collects Your nectar.
I am The Ghost.
I am a Man who requires Your presence,
who drinks His life just to taste Your essence.
I am a Host
for...
I am that Ghost that shall always linger—
the One You can touch with longing finger.
I am The Ghost.
Hello.
I am the Ghost Your mouth can ingest—
the One who inhales Your whispered breaths.
I am The Ghost.
I am not a simple shade,
nor the hollow reminder
of the Love you’ve made.
I am The Ghost.
N’er am I a passive specter—
the passing leg of a bee
that collects Your nectar.
I am The Ghost.
I am a Man who requires Your presence,
who drinks His life just to taste Your essence.
I am a Host
for...
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Dec 2016 1:21am
8th Dec 2016 1:21am
Crave
Her swollen lips
Do crave My own.
Blessed as one.
Do crave My own.
Blessed as one.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Dec 2016 1:19am
8th Dec 2016 1:19am
Acceptance
My lips do quiver
as do other parts of Me—
I accept Your mouth
as do other parts of Me—
I accept Your mouth
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Dec 2016 9:59pm
6th Dec 2016 9:59pm
In Your Absence ...
So still in Your absence,
these pillows, this bed,
tease Me with Your scent.
Muted of Our carnal din,
these blankets, this fleece,
caress Me like Your skin.
And, oft’, echoes of Your laughter
do chime throughout the rafters,
and traces of Your pleasure-cries
do taunt and mesmerize.
Hence, I lie awake at night—
‘midst hollow sheets and pale moonlight—
yearning.
Hence, I lie awake at night—
harbouring visions with so restless a tongue—
burning.
Return soon
to the abode of this, Our sacred cradle,
for,...
these pillows, this bed,
tease Me with Your scent.
Muted of Our carnal din,
these blankets, this fleece,
caress Me like Your skin.
And, oft’, echoes of Your laughter
do chime throughout the rafters,
and traces of Your pleasure-cries
do taunt and mesmerize.
Hence, I lie awake at night—
‘midst hollow sheets and pale moonlight—
yearning.
Hence, I lie awake at night—
harbouring visions with so restless a tongue—
burning.
Return soon
to the abode of this, Our sacred cradle,
for,...
#love
#lust
#romantic
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