Submissions by Pepperdust
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
STORY POEM
Published
20th Jan 2018 8:04am
20th Jan 2018 8:04am
The human assassin.
I see you through the scope of my gun.
Whatever life you live is a movement away of being gone.
I watch you, there is time.
The end is inevitable so it's ok to wait a little longer.
Even though it's unusual, even if it makes no sense,
I want to love you while I can.
I want to feel your pain and I want to miss you.
A bastard like me needs to have more than just a paycheck.
I need to hurt.
No life is meaningless and I'm not God.
You smile, it shines.
Brown eyes and hair, pink lips, blue dress.
Tick, tack.
My finger is ready to...
Whatever life you live is a movement away of being gone.
I watch you, there is time.
The end is inevitable so it's ok to wait a little longer.
Even though it's unusual, even if it makes no sense,
I want to love you while I can.
I want to feel your pain and I want to miss you.
A bastard like me needs to have more than just a paycheck.
I need to hurt.
No life is meaningless and I'm not God.
You smile, it shines.
Brown eyes and hair, pink lips, blue dress.
Tick, tack.
My finger is ready to...
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Jan 2018 7:44am
20th Jan 2018 7:44am
Heart's a mess
You exist in my world for a long time but you were always some kind of dream, an imaginary scenery, a potential for something. Now you came into the material field, real, palpable. I can touch you now, read you, feel you. And I did touch, read, felt. Indeed I felt so much, read so much, touched so little that sometimes I wonder if it all happened for real or if I'm still dreaming. But if I'm dreaming and this is all in my head, please wake me up. I want to know that I'm dreaming because if not, I can't take it anymore. I want to go back to imagining, to seeing potential and having you as my...
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Jan 2018 5:53am
19th Jan 2018 5:53am
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Well, it's complicated. I don't know how to make things work. Maybe I'm just really tired and frustrated. I want to be alone but I don't want to be left alone. Still, I don't want to see anybody. I guess it's like this old skin that I'm pulling off of my finger, it hurts and it brings me no peace, it makes my finger bleed, it's ugly and painful but it's an addiction and I can't stop. It's like I'm constantly sabotaging myself. I just want to be happy, but I see no meaning in anything. I don't want to die but I don't want to live. Every connection I make is made with a very thin golden thread...
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jan 2018 4:56am
19th Jan 2018 4:56am
Shades of a lonely lover.
Sometimes I forget that this distance is not my enemy.
Sometimes I close my eyes and remember your scent, I can almost feel your lips on mine.
Sometimes it doesn't matter how unnecessarily complicated I am and I imagine you still want me.
Sometimes it doesn't hurt that you don't want me the same way I want you, exclusively, entirely, endlessly.
Sometimes you vanish from my mind and even though it's somewhat freeing, I still miss you.
Sometimes I imagine you're here with me, warming my heart, kissing my neck and then I remember you would never cross this distance to...
Sometimes I close my eyes and remember your scent, I can almost feel your lips on mine.
Sometimes it doesn't matter how unnecessarily complicated I am and I imagine you still want me.
Sometimes it doesn't hurt that you don't want me the same way I want you, exclusively, entirely, endlessly.
Sometimes you vanish from my mind and even though it's somewhat freeing, I still miss you.
Sometimes I imagine you're here with me, warming my heart, kissing my neck and then I remember you would never cross this distance to...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2017 8:35am
2nd Oct 2017 8:35am
What's the meaning of us
I look at you and I want to kill you.
You are so far so deep inside me that I don't know if it is possible without dying along. But I have to fucking try.
You have the potential to be great and we could too, but you might destroy me before it.
You don't trust me. And maybe you're right, I don't either.
But what does it all mean? I don't know or care. Do you?
If we name it then it becomes something. Things don't need us to exist but we need to name them to make them actually exist in our world of futile definitions and searches for certainty. But I want all the...
You are so far so deep inside me that I don't know if it is possible without dying along. But I have to fucking try.
You have the potential to be great and we could too, but you might destroy me before it.
You don't trust me. And maybe you're right, I don't either.
But what does it all mean? I don't know or care. Do you?
If we name it then it becomes something. Things don't need us to exist but we need to name them to make them actually exist in our world of futile definitions and searches for certainty. But I want all the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Aug 2017 9:02am
14th Aug 2017 9:02am
Remarks of the never ending days.
It's not easy to carry these obvious marks of my habit.
It's not that simple to handle as we'd like.
The dark rings of commitment on my eyes is not a motive for pride, nor a choice.
The deranged routine is a daily torture and it gets worse every time you give me this accusatory look,
Every time I see your head sway in negative;
Each time I hear "You need to stop this",
Each time they say that my distraction methods are disturbing me.
It must be understood that distraction is a consequent necessity of the habit, not the other way around.
So, please,...
It's not that simple to handle as we'd like.
The dark rings of commitment on my eyes is not a motive for pride, nor a choice.
The deranged routine is a daily torture and it gets worse every time you give me this accusatory look,
Every time I see your head sway in negative;
Each time I hear "You need to stop this",
Each time they say that my distraction methods are disturbing me.
It must be understood that distraction is a consequent necessity of the habit, not the other way around.
So, please,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Aug 2017 8:31am
14th Aug 2017 8:31am
The racing life.
People are always running.
They run as babies to get to their parents even though they can barely walk.
They run as children trying to reach the teens.
They run as teens trying to be adults.
They don't know how much it sucks to be big.
One might think that as bigger as they get, the better things will be but this is not reality.
Life is a world of giants, macro problems, macro pain and the only thing micro is you.
So they run again, out of responsabilities, out of pain, out of tomorrow and into yesterday.
But there's no turning back. This is it....
They run as babies to get to their parents even though they can barely walk.
They run as children trying to reach the teens.
They run as teens trying to be adults.
They don't know how much it sucks to be big.
One might think that as bigger as they get, the better things will be but this is not reality.
Life is a world of giants, macro problems, macro pain and the only thing micro is you.
So they run again, out of responsabilities, out of pain, out of tomorrow and into yesterday.
But there's no turning back. This is it....
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EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Sep 2016 9:16am
8th Sep 2016 9:16am
You and me again
And I find myself craving for your cock, feeling the soft tip with my tongue and making little circles of pleasure as I lick him whole. There's not a single spot unknown to my hunger when I taste what I was looking for. The taste, your taste, the precum saltening my mouth as I suck you harder wishing for your orgasm. Oh I want it so bad I can't keep my hands still and I find the way fast to my own center of pleasure. There's no surprise in the umidity meeting my fingers as I touch myself with your cock in my mouth. I moan with a mouthful and you echo the sound with your own version of...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Sep 2016 9:11am
8th Sep 2016 9:11am
Dynamic of sheets
And it breaks my heart everytime
when you look at me with those eyes.
It's like you're trying to say with one look
every silence we shared.
On the sheets we pour our desire
the need of the flesh and the weakness of the mind.
My feelings often turbulent are the motor of my strange behavior
and that's why I like it so much when you fuck my brains out;
it spares me from thinking and having even more confusing feelings.
I like that you don't ask me if I'm ok or how my day went but
you always know what I need and you give it to me...
when you look at me with those eyes.
It's like you're trying to say with one look
every silence we shared.
On the sheets we pour our desire
the need of the flesh and the weakness of the mind.
My feelings often turbulent are the motor of my strange behavior
and that's why I like it so much when you fuck my brains out;
it spares me from thinking and having even more confusing feelings.
I like that you don't ask me if I'm ok or how my day went but
you always know what I need and you give it to me...
899 reads
9 Comments
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