Submissions by PerfumeandTaffy (Amy The Amazon)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2019 11:42pm
23rd Jan 2019 11:42pm
Thoughts from a Cheater
To be next to you
With this insufferable ache
Knowing what I’ve done
And what I’m doing
Will destroy everything you
Believed you know about me.
If I were to take your hand
Confess it all...
Allow the pain
Of betrayal to finally breathe
I know
It would end
Everything...
Including,
And most importantly,
Your love.
The kind of death
I cannot bear.
No, I’ll take this to the dirt…
And in the interim
It will cut me in half.
Permanently
Sentence me beneath
You ...
With this insufferable ache
Knowing what I’ve done
And what I’m doing
Will destroy everything you
Believed you know about me.
If I were to take your hand
Confess it all...
Allow the pain
Of betrayal to finally breathe
I know
It would end
Everything...
Including,
And most importantly,
Your love.
The kind of death
I cannot bear.
No, I’ll take this to the dirt…
And in the interim
It will cut me in half.
Permanently
Sentence me beneath
You ...
#secrets
#lies
#betrayal
535 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2019 11:36pm
23rd Jan 2019 11:36pm
After his death....
If I just stretch out my arms a little more…
There’s a light
And I can reach it.
It’s just this torment that sits
Like a vulture in my stomach
Poised for my attention
For me to listen,
Aching to find
Its place;
Lost as a wary beam of dust
That doesn’t know
Where to land
Caught in the rift
Of an aimless drift
And I can’t look,
Not now.
I know its darkness….
And the despair that harbors in the depths.
That’s where I’ll find
The one who left
Who died
Who might...
There’s a light
And I can reach it.
It’s just this torment that sits
Like a vulture in my stomach
Poised for my attention
For me to listen,
Aching to find
Its place;
Lost as a wary beam of dust
That doesn’t know
Where to land
Caught in the rift
Of an aimless drift
And I can’t look,
Not now.
I know its darkness….
And the despair that harbors in the depths.
That’s where I’ll find
The one who left
Who died
Who might...
#grief
#death
#denial
656 reads
7 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
31st Aug 2018 10:58pm
31st Aug 2018 10:58pm
The Watcher
The raven’s eye
In the feral night
Always there
Always
Watching...while he waits…
Poignantly beautiful,
Straddling the metal
Of a blunt, black Harley
Swathed in the heaviness
Of male musk, the heady
Scent of sex
In the dead of night
I move at the edge of a picnic table
And his fingers find their way
Inside
I forget to breathe
The world awash in silence
He is hard and bold
And when he slips inside
My pearly slick
I explode.
He
Is
The center of all
The zenith of...
In the feral night
Always there
Always
Watching...while he waits…
Poignantly beautiful,
Straddling the metal
Of a blunt, black Harley
Swathed in the heaviness
Of male musk, the heady
Scent of sex
In the dead of night
I move at the edge of a picnic table
And his fingers find their way
Inside
I forget to breathe
The world awash in silence
He is hard and bold
And when he slips inside
My pearly slick
I explode.
He
Is
The center of all
The zenith of...
#sex
#betrayal
602 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2017 5:34pm
23rd Jun 2017 5:34pm
You are what you Eat
You take me to the kitchen
After an hour of
Fucking on your floor
Three shelves of liquor
And rotten, hard boiled eggs
In the fridge.
She’s crazy
You say
The fourth woman tonight
With outrageous proclivities.
You strut naked
Having conquered the conquest
A roll of fat complimenting
Ham hock legs.
I’m trying to study the paintings
That you picked up
At a thrift shop
Chosen for their lack
Of imagination, I suppose. ...
After an hour of
Fucking on your floor
Three shelves of liquor
And rotten, hard boiled eggs
In the fridge.
She’s crazy
You say
The fourth woman tonight
With outrageous proclivities.
You strut naked
Having conquered the conquest
A roll of fat complimenting
Ham hock legs.
I’m trying to study the paintings
That you picked up
At a thrift shop
Chosen for their lack
Of imagination, I suppose. ...
1208 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2017 8:59pm
22nd Jun 2017 8:59pm
Undressing the Hot Girl
Trying to impress the pretty girl
Who perpetually walks under everyone’s gaze
Oppressed under the weight
Of admiring or belittling judgement.
Back straight, tilted smile
So you can’t see the flaws
Carefully hidden and coyly disguised.
But when you get her in the room
Close the door
With bated breath
You remove all her ornaments
While the air becomes hotter
Musky, murkier anticipation
When first it’s clear
She’s not what you expect.
Every piece of flesh exposed
To the ominous light
Reveals...
Who perpetually walks under everyone’s gaze
Oppressed under the weight
Of admiring or belittling judgement.
Back straight, tilted smile
So you can’t see the flaws
Carefully hidden and coyly disguised.
But when you get her in the room
Close the door
With bated breath
You remove all her ornaments
While the air becomes hotter
Musky, murkier anticipation
When first it’s clear
She’s not what you expect.
Every piece of flesh exposed
To the ominous light
Reveals...
882 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Jun 2017 11:06pm
21st Jun 2017 11:06pm
four would have done it
You pushing me up against
The cold metal of an expensive,
Black truck
Pining for a taste
Three glasses of wine
To keep the knees steady
To convince me I’m ready
Snake your hand up
My loose, jean shorts
Seeking a satin wetness.
But there wasn’t enough wine
And I wasn’t permitted the time
To really want
What you attempted
To deliver.
That was the last time I saw you
And I had so much more to give.
The cold metal of an expensive,
Black truck
Pining for a taste
Three glasses of wine
To keep the knees steady
To convince me I’m ready
Snake your hand up
My loose, jean shorts
Seeking a satin wetness.
But there wasn’t enough wine
And I wasn’t permitted the time
To really want
What you attempted
To deliver.
That was the last time I saw you
And I had so much more to give.
976 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Jun 2017 5:44pm
20th Jun 2017 5:44pm
Trigger Finger
Some days
I wake to the tremors
Of a slow, rhythmic drum
Leaning my head against the barrel
Of a fully loaded gun.
It’s an endless, hopeless feeling
That the rope will never end
There are vultures in the distance
Expecting to ascend.
You want me to come back?
Another round with my crippled soul?
You want another chance, you say,
Without me you’re not whole.
I know exactly what I’ll do
I‘ll reflect on it all night
And when the morning comes
I’ll give in without a fight.
Some days
I wake to the...
I wake to the tremors
Of a slow, rhythmic drum
Leaning my head against the barrel
Of a fully loaded gun.
It’s an endless, hopeless feeling
That the rope will never end
There are vultures in the distance
Expecting to ascend.
You want me to come back?
Another round with my crippled soul?
You want another chance, you say,
Without me you’re not whole.
I know exactly what I’ll do
I‘ll reflect on it all night
And when the morning comes
I’ll give in without a fight.
Some days
I wake to the...
823 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jun 2017 11:13pm
19th Jun 2017 11:13pm
Grapefruit
I am not okay...
I’ve survived
In a desert of poverty
All this time
Blistering from your burnt-out insults:
My body your proverbial dartboard.
My body…
You went straight into the musky crevasses,
Carved and chopped your way back out.
Your contempt sealed my fate
Impregnated the sky
Rains of doubt for every new guy.
I’m not whole.
The trauma of
Grapefruit.
What you told me to
Insert
What you told me
I deserved.
I’ve survived
In a desert of poverty
All this time
Blistering from your burnt-out insults:
My body your proverbial dartboard.
My body…
You went straight into the musky crevasses,
Carved and chopped your way back out.
Your contempt sealed my fate
Impregnated the sky
Rains of doubt for every new guy.
I’m not whole.
The trauma of
Grapefruit.
What you told me to
Insert
What you told me
I deserved.
1015 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Aug 2016 9:13pm
4th Aug 2016 9:13pm
Bedfellows
We sit on the porch
Just thinking, maybe,
Whiling away time
While dusk falls
Quickly over the cement.
You light up a pipe,
Just weed this time,
And draw in deep breaths
To keep you connected
To keep you calm
And I wait with penance
And deep, formidable regret
For the world
To end.
Just thinking, maybe,
Whiling away time
While dusk falls
Quickly over the cement.
You light up a pipe,
Just weed this time,
And draw in deep breaths
To keep you connected
To keep you calm
And I wait with penance
And deep, formidable regret
For the world
To end.
715 reads
5 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
29th Jul 2016 9:09pm
29th Jul 2016 9:09pm
Homeless in the underpass
They sit under the underpass
With a shopping cart
Looking for a fresh face
Something new
Someone like you
Who comes and asks
For black or white
Whatever you got
For fifteen dollars
To get you through another
Four hours
They “got your hookup”
Drive to the corner
In a broken down rascal
Into a hedge of rats…
Find your black
In a sweaty palm
Palms that know
The veracity of dirt
And this you put
Straight to the vein
Straight to the brain
Into the skies of
Blue oblivion
Blue…and...
With a shopping cart
Looking for a fresh face
Something new
Someone like you
Who comes and asks
For black or white
Whatever you got
For fifteen dollars
To get you through another
Four hours
They “got your hookup”
Drive to the corner
In a broken down rascal
Into a hedge of rats…
Find your black
In a sweaty palm
Palms that know
The veracity of dirt
And this you put
Straight to the vein
Straight to the brain
Into the skies of
Blue oblivion
Blue…and...
754 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jul 2016 10:55pm
28th Jul 2016 10:55pm
The cheated
It’s too cluttered
Crampedpanickedthoughts
Infesting my uncertainties
Maggots of insecurity
The festering flies of infidelity
Who is it this time?
The girl who waits for the ding on her phone
Your words
Making her feel alive
Warm
And wanted….
Your undulations of
Infatuation
Making her your queen for
A day
For a month at most.
But you lie in bed with me
Every night
And every night
I wait. Churning
Broiling
Gripping in my fist
The tremulous blades
Of your deceit.
Crampedpanickedthoughts
Infesting my uncertainties
Maggots of insecurity
The festering flies of infidelity
Who is it this time?
The girl who waits for the ding on her phone
Your words
Making her feel alive
Warm
And wanted….
Your undulations of
Infatuation
Making her your queen for
A day
For a month at most.
But you lie in bed with me
Every night
And every night
I wait. Churning
Broiling
Gripping in my fist
The tremulous blades
Of your deceit.
797 reads
4 Comments
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