Submissions by PerfumeandTaffy (Amy The Amazon)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
These are my stories...and not everyone is a fan.
Writing a Poem on an Ambien Cloud
Thought I'd write a poem
On a wave of Ambien foam
On a wave, right now, coherent
And untrustworthy
Unstable
Like answering
my Drunk Mother's call,
something I would never do
When my brains is functionally queued
or writing texts
of loving gestures
to a man
that I have no care for
Maybe I love him
But he smells like cigarettes
and failure
Slide my phone under my bed
because I'll write words I'll dread
in the morning.
Tho I sleep on a pillow of air
My thoughts...
On a wave of Ambien foam
On a wave, right now, coherent
And untrustworthy
Unstable
Like answering
my Drunk Mother's call,
something I would never do
When my brains is functionally queued
or writing texts
of loving gestures
to a man
that I have no care for
Maybe I love him
But he smells like cigarettes
and failure
Slide my phone under my bed
because I'll write words I'll dread
in the morning.
Tho I sleep on a pillow of air
My thoughts...
#clouds
#drugs
#nightmares #sleep
#nightmares #sleep
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750 Pounds of Dirt
These poems
About you
They’re a face in the crowd
Thoughts I allowed
Though you’re dead now
And somehow I live on.
Every poem about you
Ends in dissolution
Revelation
Devastation
And yet I stayed
Until they sealed
Your sea blue eyes
Into a wooden coffin
You looking like a plastic puppet
Just a mask of makeup and lip tint.
And now you lay
Half decayed
Half flesh, but rotting
(that image destroys me)
You’re still a heartbeat
Inside me
Though the bruises have...
About you
They’re a face in the crowd
Thoughts I allowed
Though you’re dead now
And somehow I live on.
Every poem about you
Ends in dissolution
Revelation
Devastation
And yet I stayed
Until they sealed
Your sea blue eyes
Into a wooden coffin
You looking like a plastic puppet
Just a mask of makeup and lip tint.
And now you lay
Half decayed
Half flesh, but rotting
(that image destroys me)
You’re still a heartbeat
Inside me
Though the bruises have...
#abuse
#death
#forgiveness
#graveyard
#heartbroken
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Office Fantasy

#dirty
#erotic
#seductive
#sensual
#sex
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To All my Fuk Boys and Charles

#FeelingLost
#loneliness
#love
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don't speak of the days after
It’s been 1,732 days.
Do you remember
At your funeral
How I walked with my head down
Afraid if I lifted my eyes
One of your other girls
Sitting in black
Waiting in back,
Observed my lack
Of interest in them
That was at the forefront
Of my mind
I hated them all.
And the night we found you
I looked through your garbages
For used condoms….
why did i do that…..
We finally found your phone
And charged it and it didn’t stop
Dinging
Constantly ringing ...
Do you remember
At your funeral
How I walked with my head down
Afraid if I lifted my eyes
One of your other girls
Sitting in black
Waiting in back,
Observed my lack
Of interest in them
That was at the forefront
Of my mind
I hated them all.
And the night we found you
I looked through your garbages
For used condoms….
why did i do that…..
We finally found your phone
And charged it and it didn’t stop
Dinging
Constantly ringing ...
#death
#heroin
#addiction #healing
#addiction #healing
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A Married Man: 2
Give me a moment to think it through
On a whim
I would, without a doubt,
Occupy what isn’t mine
And the final repercussion
Won't matter
There are lines (the ones you deny)
I’ve obliterated them all
Discovered caveats
To unadventured roads
All unholy,
And you...
This phantom bait
Lurking in the shadows
Not really there to touch
But always watching
It will go nowhere
After all
Just a eerie wasteland
The thrill of the world is ecstasy
But that world, after all,...
On a whim
I would, without a doubt,
Occupy what isn’t mine
And the final repercussion
Won't matter
There are lines (the ones you deny)
I’ve obliterated them all
Discovered caveats
To unadventured roads
All unholy,
And you...
This phantom bait
Lurking in the shadows
Not really there to touch
But always watching
It will go nowhere
After all
Just a eerie wasteland
The thrill of the world is ecstasy
But that world, after all,...
#loneliness
#UnrequitedLove
#emptiness #ForbiddenLove
#emptiness #ForbiddenLove
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A Married Man

#UnrequitedLove
#ForbiddenLove
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Just in case you forgot
The average person lives 27,375 days.
Make a chart
And check the boxes.
How many days have you lived so far
And how many days were worth it?
How many days did you lie in bed
Wishing you were perfect?
Or just okay, or just not enough
But you wasted your time
Just thinking.
Another box will be gone today
So when you go to sleep tonight
Remember there’s a box tomorrow
And you need to make it right.
Don’t watch that show
Don’t wallow or weep
Just make this one day...
Make a chart
And check the boxes.
How many days have you lived so far
And how many days were worth it?
How many days did you lie in bed
Wishing you were perfect?
Or just okay, or just not enough
But you wasted your time
Just thinking.
Another box will be gone today
So when you go to sleep tonight
Remember there’s a box tomorrow
And you need to make it right.
Don’t watch that show
Don’t wallow or weep
Just make this one day...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#graveyard #MovingOn
#graveyard #MovingOn
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The Practice of Degradation
One day
He’ll decide he’s done.
And maybe I’ll believe I was different.
Though….
Every touch
Happened before the eyes of a merciful moon,
Who sometimes cast his skin in a somber glow
(the soul keeper of the secret)
And how do I describe
The unearthly bliss....
Smothered by the darkness
Of the witching hour, the dead of night,
All performed in the back of a padded Jeep.
I loved his body
Beyond my own.
And
I’ve been his secret
For years.
All this.
And who...
He’ll decide he’s done.
And maybe I’ll believe I was different.
Though….
Every touch
Happened before the eyes of a merciful moon,
Who sometimes cast his skin in a somber glow
(the soul keeper of the secret)
And how do I describe
The unearthly bliss....
Smothered by the darkness
Of the witching hour, the dead of night,
All performed in the back of a padded Jeep.
I loved his body
Beyond my own.
And
I’ve been his secret
For years.
All this.
And who...
#secrets
#ForbiddenLove
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Just another f boi poem
I imagine now….
Your slouching among
A myriad of fancy, crystal glasses
Half-filled with whiskey
Cooly blowing out the musk
Of your specialty cigar
Your friends are around you
Slapping your back
Delighted at your laugh.
Maybe she’s with you too….
And what i hate the most
Is I’m thinking of you
In your natural element
And I’m alone in my room
Writing a poem.
Your slouching among
A myriad of fancy, crystal glasses
Half-filled with whiskey
Cooly blowing out the musk
Of your specialty cigar
Your friends are around you
Slapping your back
Delighted at your laugh.
Maybe she’s with you too….
And what i hate the most
Is I’m thinking of you
In your natural element
And I’m alone in my room
Writing a poem.
#loneliness
#relationships
#lover
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The breasts you paid for....
I had this dream
Of maggots falling out of my bra.
I hastily
Uncinched the clasps
And flung it
Onto the ground.
I stood in horror
As they flooded into hundreds of grisly
Streams, darting through the dirt.
They fled, though not quickly,
Some stuck to the cotton of my bra.
Some satisfied with lounging in piles,
Basking in my warm C cup.
I loathe maggots
But maybe I judge too harsh.
The maggots in my dream
Tried to intervene...
I heard,
A little.
To the disease
Brewing in my...
Of maggots falling out of my bra.
I hastily
Uncinched the clasps
And flung it
Onto the ground.
I stood in horror
As they flooded into hundreds of grisly
Streams, darting through the dirt.
They fled, though not quickly,
Some stuck to the cotton of my bra.
Some satisfied with lounging in piles,
Basking in my warm C cup.
I loathe maggots
But maybe I judge too harsh.
The maggots in my dream
Tried to intervene...
I heard,
A little.
To the disease
Brewing in my...
#heartbroken
#illness
#FeelingLost
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Mirror
She’s observing me.
Bloated, sea-green eyes
Freckled with brownish bits.
Still pretty…
But.
There is more.
Cutting through her face
Are deep-set crevices
Bittered by the rigour
Of many lackluster years.
She’s attentive to the person looking back
Who’s undergoing a reckoning
Filing through
A flurry of anguish
At the lies she must believe
In order to rise from bed
Each day.
Bloated, sea-green eyes
Freckled with brownish bits.
Still pretty…
But.
There is more.
Cutting through her face
Are deep-set crevices
Bittered by the rigour
Of many lackluster years.
She’s attentive to the person looking back
Who’s undergoing a reckoning
Filing through
A flurry of anguish
At the lies she must believe
In order to rise from bed
Each day.
#depression
#aging
#emptiness
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