Submissions by Mitta_Xinindlu
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I drink words to get the soul drunk and satisfied.
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2015 2:47am
3rd Jan 2015 2:47am
Love Me, I Plead
You light up my life;
You suit me by each and every inch of your life's length.
You have earned all the rights to make me your wife.
You do so much for me; you equip me with strength.
Do I really love you beau?
Do I know that you love me too?
Do you know that I could be the one for you?
Do you know? Or you’re leading me on, playing me for a fool?
Your words justify the notion of ‘love is blind’.
Your love is true; but now, does it bind?
You feed me untruths - the truth is still out there for me to find.
Your world drives me mad, gets...
You suit me by each and every inch of your life's length.
You have earned all the rights to make me your wife.
You do so much for me; you equip me with strength.
Do I really love you beau?
Do I know that you love me too?
Do you know that I could be the one for you?
Do you know? Or you’re leading me on, playing me for a fool?
Your words justify the notion of ‘love is blind’.
Your love is true; but now, does it bind?
You feed me untruths - the truth is still out there for me to find.
Your world drives me mad, gets...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2015 00:01am
2nd Jan 2015 00:01am
Woman of the night
I have become a woman of the night.
The things I do aren’t right.
I wear my dresses a bit too tight;
Short skirts and tops that are too light.
I walk down the down, strutting, showing my stuff.
Painting the town red, with my breasts all puffed.
Stunting, trying to get attention from the men that are a bit buff.
I don’t even get tired; I just huff and chuff.
The things I do aren’t right.
I wear my dresses a bit too tight;
Short skirts and tops that are too light.
I walk down the down, strutting, showing my stuff.
Painting the town red, with my breasts all puffed.
Stunting, trying to get attention from the men that are a bit buff.
I don’t even get tired; I just huff and chuff.
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jan 2015 11:51pm
1st Jan 2015 11:51pm
Boxing Love Match
Round 1
Our love has turned into a battlefield;
No more kisses, no more romance to feed.
You’ve grown to despise my love and its seed.
I’ve grown cold and angry with your lead.
Streams!
Streams of tears and evil words flow.
Each has their team waiting to throw stones;
Throwing stones at each other even through our phones.
Baby, we’re blowing fire; it’s visible in our speaking tone.
Blow!
We’re blowing hatred, fights and accusations.
I could never have imagined we’d be here today presenting each other with afflictions.
Stepping on...
Our love has turned into a battlefield;
No more kisses, no more romance to feed.
You’ve grown to despise my love and its seed.
I’ve grown cold and angry with your lead.
Streams!
Streams of tears and evil words flow.
Each has their team waiting to throw stones;
Throwing stones at each other even through our phones.
Baby, we’re blowing fire; it’s visible in our speaking tone.
Blow!
We’re blowing hatred, fights and accusations.
I could never have imagined we’d be here today presenting each other with afflictions.
Stepping on...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
30th Dec 2014 6:57am
30th Dec 2014 6:57am
God Smells So Good
God is my flower.
His fragrance is visible to the naked eye like a light of a tower.
Scent so good, He gives me more than life.
He brightens my day. Oh! What a delight;
With Him, my garden blossoms even in winter.
Beautiful garden, in need of no sprinkler;
He calms my mind with His bravery and might.
In captivity of mind, He hides my soul with delight.
Oh! How beautiful is He in the morning.
His scent takes away my mourning.
Perfect smell that soothes my soul.
Fragrance story told, but remains unknown.
Beautiful is He, my God.
He turns my...
His fragrance is visible to the naked eye like a light of a tower.
Scent so good, He gives me more than life.
He brightens my day. Oh! What a delight;
With Him, my garden blossoms even in winter.
Beautiful garden, in need of no sprinkler;
He calms my mind with His bravery and might.
In captivity of mind, He hides my soul with delight.
Oh! How beautiful is He in the morning.
His scent takes away my mourning.
Perfect smell that soothes my soul.
Fragrance story told, but remains unknown.
Beautiful is He, my God.
He turns my...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Dec 2014 6:48am
30th Dec 2014 6:48am
For You
I pray that nothing harms you,
Or break your heart, my dear.
I pray for you nothing but goodness,
As no one deserves meaningful prayers like you do.
I pray for your forgiveness,
your forgiveness is worth praying for.
I pray for each day not to pass by
Without you touching my hand.
I pray for your love not to come to an end,
For it makes me rise up again and again.
I pray for your smile not to stop shinning,
For it gives me a light on my way to success.
I pray over and over again to God
To be able to wake up each day and pray...
Or break your heart, my dear.
I pray for you nothing but goodness,
As no one deserves meaningful prayers like you do.
I pray for your forgiveness,
your forgiveness is worth praying for.
I pray for each day not to pass by
Without you touching my hand.
I pray for your love not to come to an end,
For it makes me rise up again and again.
I pray for your smile not to stop shinning,
For it gives me a light on my way to success.
I pray over and over again to God
To be able to wake up each day and pray...
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Dec 2014 10:56pm
29th Dec 2014 10:56pm
Dying Inside The Seed
I see no point in dwelling in our thoughts.
I scare the flipping wings off your skin.
Owls cannot be awake at this night as well;we just fought.
You are clearly misunderstood when you take your gin.
Slide through this hole;
Come hide at the back of my grave.
It does not matter now; you're no longer whole.
You are dead and safe.
You are calmly stashed in the root of the unloving cave.
They have cursed you, and spat on you.
Keep quiet and never be found, you dirty slave.
I'll find a shovel and have your head shaved.
I scare the flipping wings off your skin.
Owls cannot be awake at this night as well;we just fought.
You are clearly misunderstood when you take your gin.
Slide through this hole;
Come hide at the back of my grave.
It does not matter now; you're no longer whole.
You are dead and safe.
You are calmly stashed in the root of the unloving cave.
They have cursed you, and spat on you.
Keep quiet and never be found, you dirty slave.
I'll find a shovel and have your head shaved.
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Dec 2014 10:47pm
29th Dec 2014 10:47pm
The Day Will Come
The Day Will Come.
It’s night now;
I'm totally calm.
The sun is gone.
The dark’s comforting; I cannot be held in scorn.
Yet, I'm afraid because the day will come.
The night’s lovely and quiet;
I listen to this beautiful sound of darkness.
No strings attached, just a calm riot.
Sitting here alone in starkness.
Yet, I cannot relax because the day will come.
The moon’s at its most beautiful state.
The moon’s bright and big.
Mesmerised, I assume this to be fate.
I sit here with tears and a faint grin, thinking of graves to dig....
It’s night now;
I'm totally calm.
The sun is gone.
The dark’s comforting; I cannot be held in scorn.
Yet, I'm afraid because the day will come.
The night’s lovely and quiet;
I listen to this beautiful sound of darkness.
No strings attached, just a calm riot.
Sitting here alone in starkness.
Yet, I cannot relax because the day will come.
The moon’s at its most beautiful state.
The moon’s bright and big.
Mesmerised, I assume this to be fate.
I sit here with tears and a faint grin, thinking of graves to dig....
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EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Dec 2014 10:30am
29th Dec 2014 10:30am
HIS MAJESTY INSIDE MY QUEEN
Part1
Hungry and deprived, I enter our love nest;
He looks at me as if he's trying to search through my thought farm.
Immediately, it feels like a complex test...
I give him a smile; my eyes inviting him to touch me like a star:
My man is a gentle man, full of life and zest.
He stands up to greet his lady from afar.
He holds me tight to his manly chest and kisses me first.
I can feel him breathe on my neck, Ah!
He’s signing it with his scent...
Is this man from earth or Mars?
With his hands caressing my arms,
My back; he's the...
Hungry and deprived, I enter our love nest;
He looks at me as if he's trying to search through my thought farm.
Immediately, it feels like a complex test...
I give him a smile; my eyes inviting him to touch me like a star:
My man is a gentle man, full of life and zest.
He stands up to greet his lady from afar.
He holds me tight to his manly chest and kisses me first.
I can feel him breathe on my neck, Ah!
He’s signing it with his scent...
Is this man from earth or Mars?
With his hands caressing my arms,
My back; he's the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Dec 2014 9:50am
29th Dec 2014 9:50am
Five reasons you are no good
You are a very bad substance that I got addicted to.
I find your advantages less than your disadvantages.
You make me forget of the important aspects in my life.
You leave me broke and out every time.
You are a heart-breaker;
You leave my heart and needs unattended.
You cause me heartaches every now and then.
You bring cruelty out of my innocent heart.
You even kept me away from the Lord.
You are a bad influence;
You make me dirty, and keep me stuck with trash.
You cause me to stink and be a bad company to the world.
You keep...
I find your advantages less than your disadvantages.
You make me forget of the important aspects in my life.
You leave me broke and out every time.
You are a heart-breaker;
You leave my heart and needs unattended.
You cause me heartaches every now and then.
You bring cruelty out of my innocent heart.
You even kept me away from the Lord.
You are a bad influence;
You make me dirty, and keep me stuck with trash.
You cause me to stink and be a bad company to the world.
You keep...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
28th Dec 2014 5:02pm
28th Dec 2014 5:02pm
The Bitter Truth
We are not whom we seem to be.
We are not even the people we claim to be.
Our persona, our façades represent us daily.
The only time that we are ourselves is when we are mainly
Deep in sleep or in mourning.
Whom am I kidding?
Come morning,
Come pretense, the damned torments!
We dress ourselves in expensive garments;
We wear confidence in persistence.
Smiles are fake continually;
We wear pretense gradually.
It is exhausting!
And the crowd is equally exhausting.
We march on to the 'stage';
We refuse to turn over the next page....
We are not even the people we claim to be.
Our persona, our façades represent us daily.
The only time that we are ourselves is when we are mainly
Deep in sleep or in mourning.
Whom am I kidding?
Come morning,
Come pretense, the damned torments!
We dress ourselves in expensive garments;
We wear confidence in persistence.
Smiles are fake continually;
We wear pretense gradually.
It is exhausting!
And the crowd is equally exhausting.
We march on to the 'stage';
We refuse to turn over the next page....
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Dec 2014 4:57pm
28th Dec 2014 4:57pm
Mine
My favourite colour is you.
You look good on me;
You look good for me.
You're bright, you attract.
You're my knight, this is a fact.
My beautiful colour of love,
The man whose power covers me like hands covered in gloves,
You're my art.
You're my heart.
You're smart;
You were always a shining star from the start.
Smearing myself with you,
Is one of my favourite things to do.
With you, I create art and lights.
I find joy in wearing you, aright?
Oh! Bright stuff, you fit damn right.
You're my colour, you're my...
You look good on me;
You look good for me.
You're bright, you attract.
You're my knight, this is a fact.
My beautiful colour of love,
The man whose power covers me like hands covered in gloves,
You're my art.
You're my heart.
You're smart;
You were always a shining star from the start.
Smearing myself with you,
Is one of my favourite things to do.
With you, I create art and lights.
I find joy in wearing you, aright?
Oh! Bright stuff, you fit damn right.
You're my colour, you're my...
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Dec 2014 8:56am
28th Dec 2014 8:56am
I've seen so much beauty in graves
I've seen so much beauty in graves.
A place of absolute peace; where strain and pain -
have no chance to creep through to take space.
Where birds and flowers surround one and fill the place.
I've seen so much beauty in graves.
The yards, the stones, and the engravings;
The shadows of trees, the summer breeze; a home to dead memories.
The chants of the spirits, the chirps of the living birds; rent-free, no need for salaries.
Lay my body there.
Prepare my dwelling; provide me with fresh air.
Decorate my 6-feet space; make me feel at home with flair....
A place of absolute peace; where strain and pain -
have no chance to creep through to take space.
Where birds and flowers surround one and fill the place.
I've seen so much beauty in graves.
The yards, the stones, and the engravings;
The shadows of trees, the summer breeze; a home to dead memories.
The chants of the spirits, the chirps of the living birds; rent-free, no need for salaries.
Lay my body there.
Prepare my dwelling; provide me with fresh air.
Decorate my 6-feet space; make me feel at home with flair....
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