Submissions by MissPoeticTradedy (MissPoeticTragedy)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am inexperienced and lack structure but that's what I like about my poetry. I'll always carry paper but if I cant find a pen I shall use my blood by all means necessary. I am the silent type so writing is my one way of expressing raw emotion.
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Dec 2013 00:02am
12th Dec 2013 00:02am
Raw Seduction
Her.
There..
Emissive..
Naked skin..
Ravishing sex..
Send your breath..
Tantalising thoughts...
Licking me slowly..
Arch your back..
Hot flushes..
Our souls..
Are now..
Just..
One.
There..
Emissive..
Naked skin..
Ravishing sex..
Send your breath..
Tantalising thoughts...
Licking me slowly..
Arch your back..
Hot flushes..
Our souls..
Are now..
Just..
One.
997 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Dec 2013 1:10pm
11th Dec 2013 1:10pm
Blueberry pancakes with scotch anyone?
It is time to wake
The reason is to shine
Your sweet disposition
The reminants of wine
Honey on those lips
How delicious it has been
To know that you are you
And to know that I am me
The reason is to shine
Your sweet disposition
The reminants of wine
Honey on those lips
How delicious it has been
To know that you are you
And to know that I am me
826 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Dec 2013 12:12pm
11th Dec 2013 12:12pm
The humming melody of a momentray relapse.
Buzzing at my ear!
I can hear the overload of energy
cascading throughout my skull
This is so fucked up...
Dissociative little indigo child
Go to sleep!
I can hear the overload of energy
cascading throughout my skull
This is so fucked up...
Dissociative little indigo child
Go to sleep!
506 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
10th Dec 2013 10:23pm
10th Dec 2013 10:23pm
After Shock
With all my will I try to stop my head from spinning, as my world has been.. for as long as the human eye has seen.
If you understand this concept you'd see things from my perspective. Upside down, Where the flowers are blue
The summers cold and day - dark and gloomy as night itself.
Don't let them to rain on your parade!
Just smile on! It's helping keep the psychologist away.
If you understand this concept you'd see things from my perspective. Upside down, Where the flowers are blue
The summers cold and day - dark and gloomy as night itself.
Don't let them to rain on your parade!
Just smile on! It's helping keep the psychologist away.
635 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Dec 2013 10:04pm
10th Dec 2013 10:04pm
KEEP THE DREAM ALIVE
If I've learnt anything in this life it's that no matter how bizarre a dream may be it's never enough to deprive determination. Follow it through and KEEP THE DREAM ALIVE!
786 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Dec 2013 10:37am
10th Dec 2013 10:37am
Miss X's Philosophy.
There is no assurance without the aid of discovery.
540 reads
0 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
10th Dec 2013 10:33am
10th Dec 2013 10:33am
Ganja Guerilla.
My feeling collide
A conflict of emotions
One contradiction to the next
When I get high the matters fade
The uncontrollable fantasy cascade
As i watch my trembling hands
They record the process in demand.
A conflict of emotions
One contradiction to the next
When I get high the matters fade
The uncontrollable fantasy cascade
As i watch my trembling hands
They record the process in demand.
696 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Dec 2013 00:45am
10th Dec 2013 00:45am
"Keeping up with the Joneses" I think not.
This particular composure can be read both ways but it was written backwards.
Best wishes deciphering my minds making.
It must be read backward before being read foward-
That's just how it was meant to be.
Noone can retell my story - It's a shame.
Sentiment is my middle name
No telling of tales, I know I'm a freak.
It's made me weak
I tell you, It's made me strong
My shunned experiences.
My shunned expreiences.
No single,. nor a multitude of minds could fathom
(I shall never be satisfied until I devour...
Best wishes deciphering my minds making.
It must be read backward before being read foward-
That's just how it was meant to be.
Noone can retell my story - It's a shame.
Sentiment is my middle name
No telling of tales, I know I'm a freak.
It's made me weak
I tell you, It's made me strong
My shunned experiences.
My shunned expreiences.
No single,. nor a multitude of minds could fathom
(I shall never be satisfied until I devour...
731 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
10th Dec 2013 00:24am
10th Dec 2013 00:24am
Perceptual Constancy.
I must question my admiration toward the world
As society remains it's unquestionable,
Unfathomable, idiotic self.
I am abandoned here without a clue
As to what my future holds in that spherical crystal ball.
Would i dare seek it?
Would it dare to find me?
Is it so unreasonable that must question my existance,
My worth... Don't we all...
I am a creature of angst
With only reliability in my natural
Untouched materialisms;
The soil, The sun, The ocean, The breeze.
How do people cope in their repressive worlds?!
That,.. I will...
As society remains it's unquestionable,
Unfathomable, idiotic self.
I am abandoned here without a clue
As to what my future holds in that spherical crystal ball.
Would i dare seek it?
Would it dare to find me?
Is it so unreasonable that must question my existance,
My worth... Don't we all...
I am a creature of angst
With only reliability in my natural
Untouched materialisms;
The soil, The sun, The ocean, The breeze.
How do people cope in their repressive worlds?!
That,.. I will...
537 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Dec 2013 11:33am
9th Dec 2013 11:33am
Esoteric Philosophical Debates
The same repedative life
Flashes before my eyes.
I march on every enduring day.
Shoulders slouched to the lies,
Head low in disguise,
Coughing blood from the polluted skies.
"High on life"
This is merely a speculation of how we cope,
manage, how we justify all actions around us
and how we justify ourselves.
I take the left path and see what could have become of the right.
I take the right path - Visa versa.
Life is but a collaboration of what we dream to achieve
and what we truly persue.
Destiny is therefore a...
Flashes before my eyes.
I march on every enduring day.
Shoulders slouched to the lies,
Head low in disguise,
Coughing blood from the polluted skies.
"High on life"
This is merely a speculation of how we cope,
manage, how we justify all actions around us
and how we justify ourselves.
I take the left path and see what could have become of the right.
I take the right path - Visa versa.
Life is but a collaboration of what we dream to achieve
and what we truly persue.
Destiny is therefore a...
1417 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Dec 2013 11:32am
9th Dec 2013 11:32am
Scornful Egotist
To my sweet synister side.
The dreamy tones from which leave my rosy red lips
have you in awe, and I can tell from your cat like stare.
Penetrating my very soul.
To whom we desire,
To whom we admire.
I've seen you time and time again in the midst of my daydreams.
The quiver of your skin drove me to nurture your neglected spitit.
I fed you-
Tended to your every need.
Like a star you shon without contempt,
Unaware of the darkness I held within.
You were my posession, keeping you from daylight as I made you mine. A prisioner you...
The dreamy tones from which leave my rosy red lips
have you in awe, and I can tell from your cat like stare.
Penetrating my very soul.
To whom we desire,
To whom we admire.
I've seen you time and time again in the midst of my daydreams.
The quiver of your skin drove me to nurture your neglected spitit.
I fed you-
Tended to your every need.
Like a star you shon without contempt,
Unaware of the darkness I held within.
You were my posession, keeping you from daylight as I made you mine. A prisioner you...
615 reads
3 Comments
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