Submissions by Ms_tiffany
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
"Chase Waterfalls"
Chase waterfalls...
Chase waterfalls.
They say don't go chasing waterfalls,
but baby, these waters call...
The floodgates open up when you tear down all these walls...
And I'm addicted to the splash.
Splash waterfalls.
You dive underneath with no need for air.
You dive in so deep and make my eyes drip with tears.
My skin is wet, soaking from the inside-out...
I take your hand and lead you to the rivers.
Now I'm drenched even more so from the way that you deliver.
I come out of the waters and I shiver,
I need you even more.
To hold me...
Chase waterfalls.
They say don't go chasing waterfalls,
but baby, these waters call...
The floodgates open up when you tear down all these walls...
And I'm addicted to the splash.
Splash waterfalls.
You dive underneath with no need for air.
You dive in so deep and make my eyes drip with tears.
My skin is wet, soaking from the inside-out...
I take your hand and lead you to the rivers.
Now I'm drenched even more so from the way that you deliver.
I come out of the waters and I shiver,
I need you even more.
To hold me...
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"Things I've Seen- a free-write"
The things that I've seen made me learn and become wise.
I never fall victim to lies,
and my eyes
never lose sight of the prize.
Lion-like, I devour anything standing in the way of my path.
I move forward and learn from my past.
And I refuse to let any obstacle last.
I stay focused on my tasks,
so when the numbers don't add up,
it's nothing for me to do the math.
Before geometry class,
I could point out a square in the circle.
If you live and lack a dream,
then my ambition will hurt you.
My demeanor is purple,
but your eyes...
I never fall victim to lies,
and my eyes
never lose sight of the prize.
Lion-like, I devour anything standing in the way of my path.
I move forward and learn from my past.
And I refuse to let any obstacle last.
I stay focused on my tasks,
so when the numbers don't add up,
it's nothing for me to do the math.
Before geometry class,
I could point out a square in the circle.
If you live and lack a dream,
then my ambition will hurt you.
My demeanor is purple,
but your eyes...
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"Massage/Oil"
"Massage/oil, the start to driving me crazy"
You take that small round bottle and place it upside down over my back,
letting the oil from the inside drip onto my flesh...
It's cold and it makes me shiver, but I adjust to its temperature as you pour more over the curves of my body.
The palm of your hands press firm against my skin, moving in vibrant circles from top to bottom and left and right.
Your fingers follow into the crevices where the oil seeps,
and damn, I'm more than weak
and can barely even speak.
You massage my thighs and kiss on my...
You take that small round bottle and place it upside down over my back,
letting the oil from the inside drip onto my flesh...
It's cold and it makes me shiver, but I adjust to its temperature as you pour more over the curves of my body.
The palm of your hands press firm against my skin, moving in vibrant circles from top to bottom and left and right.
Your fingers follow into the crevices where the oil seeps,
and damn, I'm more than weak
and can barely even speak.
You massage my thighs and kiss on my...
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4 Comments
"It Feels Good"
Thoughts running in blank circles,
but it feels so good to let go.
Good to let go of resentment.
Good to let go of all of those sleepless nights.
Nights I sat up waiting for answers that never came.
Nights of hurt, nights of shame,
Not even mentioning the pain.
Nights of trying to solve puzzles...
Days of trying to connect the dots...
Countless hours that I spent attacking my own broken heart.
It feels good to let go...
Of tears.
Tears that I cried for years,
And issues of insecurity that provoked all of my fears.
Now it's no more...
but it feels so good to let go.
Good to let go of resentment.
Good to let go of all of those sleepless nights.
Nights I sat up waiting for answers that never came.
Nights of hurt, nights of shame,
Not even mentioning the pain.
Nights of trying to solve puzzles...
Days of trying to connect the dots...
Countless hours that I spent attacking my own broken heart.
It feels good to let go...
Of tears.
Tears that I cried for years,
And issues of insecurity that provoked all of my fears.
Now it's no more...
715 reads
5 Comments
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