Submissions by PerfumeandTaffy
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
These are my stories...and not everyone is a fan.
DRUGS POEM
Published
15th Jun 2016 8:27pm
15th Jun 2016 8:27pm
Heroin takes you places
He’s going to dig a hole
In the desert
Before he puts a bullet
In his brain
No one would find him
No one would realize
That all this time,
He was just that sad.
When I left this morning
He was weeping
And I thought about his piles
And piles and piles
Of ruin.
Warrants, withdrawals, women
Who have left him
Women who used him
And needle marks, rivers
Running up and down his arms
And his seven year old son…
Confused because daddy
Uses a spoon over the stove
Instead of a bowl
To melt black tar...
In the desert
Before he puts a bullet
In his brain
No one would find him
No one would realize
That all this time,
He was just that sad.
When I left this morning
He was weeping
And I thought about his piles
And piles and piles
Of ruin.
Warrants, withdrawals, women
Who have left him
Women who used him
And needle marks, rivers
Running up and down his arms
And his seven year old son…
Confused because daddy
Uses a spoon over the stove
Instead of a bowl
To melt black tar...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
13th Jun 2016 6:49pm
13th Jun 2016 6:49pm
Mistress
It’s always your back
That gets me.
The hard, muscular lines
The worry bundled into
Your core
Hunching your shoulders.
I’m never enough.
My hands are too small
And my arms too dainty
But then,
Your pain is too great
For one person to hold.
It would take ten of us
And a vat of ice cold
Death
To replenish
The horror that lives
And writhes inside of you.
…just a back rub,
Stretch you back into
The shape of a man,
Even if it is all a façade
Even if you’re internally flawed
Heroine is your...
That gets me.
The hard, muscular lines
The worry bundled into
Your core
Hunching your shoulders.
I’m never enough.
My hands are too small
And my arms too dainty
But then,
Your pain is too great
For one person to hold.
It would take ten of us
And a vat of ice cold
Death
To replenish
The horror that lives
And writhes inside of you.
…just a back rub,
Stretch you back into
The shape of a man,
Even if it is all a façade
Even if you’re internally flawed
Heroine is your...
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jun 2016 9:42pm
7th Jun 2016 9:42pm
Flies
Buzzing, buzzing in my head
Wondering what you’re doing
Pondering what you said;
Gritting my teeth in anger
Yet drowning in despair
I hate you and I love you
And I find you everywhere.
Crying in the bathroom
Yet crazy with relief
You’ve left me once again
You fuck,
To no one’s disbelief.
I find you in the corners
Of every dirty room
In every nasty rumor
I find a piece of you.
I hate you
And I love you
And I hope that this ends soon
I hope that someone saves me
please
From this suffocating tomb.
Wondering what you’re doing
Pondering what you said;
Gritting my teeth in anger
Yet drowning in despair
I hate you and I love you
And I find you everywhere.
Crying in the bathroom
Yet crazy with relief
You’ve left me once again
You fuck,
To no one’s disbelief.
I find you in the corners
Of every dirty room
In every nasty rumor
I find a piece of you.
I hate you
And I love you
And I hope that this ends soon
I hope that someone saves me
please
From this suffocating tomb.
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jun 2016 8:50pm
7th Jun 2016 8:50pm
Contempt
You people
Walking around
With vacation brochures tucked
In your back packet
Troubled by garden variety problems;
The dishwasher needs a deep cleaning
And the sprinkler head is broken..
I resent you.
My insides broil
I can’t help it
I can’t
Stop this feverish ache,
The slow burning shame
Of what I did last night
How I earn again and again
Your repugnant hate.
And I don’t blame you
For hating me,
How could I?
And what would that do anyway.
Blame. Shame. Scream. Punch. Cry…I never stop crying. ...
Walking around
With vacation brochures tucked
In your back packet
Troubled by garden variety problems;
The dishwasher needs a deep cleaning
And the sprinkler head is broken..
I resent you.
My insides broil
I can’t help it
I can’t
Stop this feverish ache,
The slow burning shame
Of what I did last night
How I earn again and again
Your repugnant hate.
And I don’t blame you
For hating me,
How could I?
And what would that do anyway.
Blame. Shame. Scream. Punch. Cry…I never stop crying. ...
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