Submissions by NicholeNikoliovich
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
It is my right to write.
Human poacher
Your skin is as fuzzy as peach,
I can even smell it from the close proximity of my reach.
Don't refrain from my restraint, my precious,
It will do nothing but cringe and crease your skin, so luscious.
Allow me to gently extract your epidermis,
Grant these tools permission to come to your service.
It will gracefully peel off if you won't move,
I'll tailor your skin into lingerie and seduce you until you croon.
Smile for the camera.
The police are going to want a photogenic picture for their missing person's report.
I can even smell it from the close proximity of my reach.
Don't refrain from my restraint, my precious,
It will do nothing but cringe and crease your skin, so luscious.
Allow me to gently extract your epidermis,
Grant these tools permission to come to your service.
It will gracefully peel off if you won't move,
I'll tailor your skin into lingerie and seduce you until you croon.
Smile for the camera.
The police are going to want a photogenic picture for their missing person's report.
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Washed away
Soaked in a bathtub on another mundane night of the moribund week
With an upheaveled mind and tear stained cheek
As the luke warm water begins to simmer
My nimble fingers start to quiver
My skin soon gets acquainted to the seething heat
The water level rising to my unpampered feet
Hours follow one another as I descend into the ascending pool
The clogged drain lets out a disdainful mewl
Water seeps through the moist valleys of my wrinkled skin
And a droplet of water trickles into the tub off the tip of my chin
The bar of soap erodes away into the growing...
With an upheaveled mind and tear stained cheek
As the luke warm water begins to simmer
My nimble fingers start to quiver
My skin soon gets acquainted to the seething heat
The water level rising to my unpampered feet
Hours follow one another as I descend into the ascending pool
The clogged drain lets out a disdainful mewl
Water seeps through the moist valleys of my wrinkled skin
And a droplet of water trickles into the tub off the tip of my chin
The bar of soap erodes away into the growing...
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Ice cream man
I am the ice cream man, I sell ice cream,
In exchange for a child's blood curdling scream,
I masturbate to the twinkle in their eye at the jingle of my van,
A herd of untouched virgins flock to the ice cream man,
The ice cream menu has varied flavors to suit varied tastes,
But no more delicious than the sight of their eyes so precious and tongues so chaste,
If your feet are blistered or you're scalding in a tan,
The ice cream man invites you into his ice cream van,
If the sea water stings your eyes or your crotch is full...
In exchange for a child's blood curdling scream,
I masturbate to the twinkle in their eye at the jingle of my van,
A herd of untouched virgins flock to the ice cream man,
The ice cream menu has varied flavors to suit varied tastes,
But no more delicious than the sight of their eyes so precious and tongues so chaste,
If your feet are blistered or you're scalding in a tan,
The ice cream man invites you into his ice cream van,
If the sea water stings your eyes or your crotch is full...
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Castration of the imagination
It was a winter morning, although it resembled spring through the window,
Mother compelled me to wake up and clothe myself already for we had somewhere special to go,
Tastefully exhibited atop the breakfast table awaiting me was a pile of pancakes stacked taller than any tower I had ever seen,
After which, instead of my regular medication; Mother served me a saucer of my favorite flavored jelly beans,
She allowed me to ride in the front seat of our car which she usually wouldn't condone,
Today wasn't even my birthday so I anxiously anticipated...
Mother compelled me to wake up and clothe myself already for we had somewhere special to go,
Tastefully exhibited atop the breakfast table awaiting me was a pile of pancakes stacked taller than any tower I had ever seen,
After which, instead of my regular medication; Mother served me a saucer of my favorite flavored jelly beans,
She allowed me to ride in the front seat of our car which she usually wouldn't condone,
Today wasn't even my birthday so I anxiously anticipated...
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