Submissions by PerfumeandTaffy (Amy The Amazon)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
These are my stories...and not everyone is a fan.
DARK POEM
Published
8th Jul 2016 7:10pm
8th Jul 2016 7:10pm
Little Lies
These nights
Of tossing and turning
Sleeping with one eye
On the door
My mind a hamster’s wheel
Of insecurity
Impurities
Echoing obscurities
There isn’t a safe place
With you around
My world a dark place
Where your secrets come out
Little by little, one by one,
Shadows from your underworld
Biblical nashings
Straight into my core….
So I am forced to watch the door
Wait for you to enter
To take another bite
A little more mangled
In the tremulous night.
Of tossing and turning
Sleeping with one eye
On the door
My mind a hamster’s wheel
Of insecurity
Impurities
Echoing obscurities
There isn’t a safe place
With you around
My world a dark place
Where your secrets come out
Little by little, one by one,
Shadows from your underworld
Biblical nashings
Straight into my core….
So I am forced to watch the door
Wait for you to enter
To take another bite
A little more mangled
In the tremulous night.
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jun 2016 6:08pm
27th Jun 2016 6:08pm
Girl Hate
Find her.
She’s there
Struggling to breathe
Under thousands of words
Stuttered heartbeats, heartbreaks
And sexual objectification…
…feminist mortification's...
…feminism, your fuck word…
She cringes when you roll your eyes
Your alpha male disposition
Annoyed and vulnerable…
And you wonder why she
Can’t find her way
You beat her like she’s in
Heat:
Slut shame, age shame,
Girl shame, woman blame
Bury her soul deep
Under a massive
Pile of hate
And I do,
I hate.
I need to find that girl
That...
She’s there
Struggling to breathe
Under thousands of words
Stuttered heartbeats, heartbreaks
And sexual objectification…
…feminist mortification's...
…feminism, your fuck word…
She cringes when you roll your eyes
Your alpha male disposition
Annoyed and vulnerable…
And you wonder why she
Can’t find her way
You beat her like she’s in
Heat:
Slut shame, age shame,
Girl shame, woman blame
Bury her soul deep
Under a massive
Pile of hate
And I do,
I hate.
I need to find that girl
That...
#women
#feminism
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jun 2016 10:34pm
21st Jun 2016 10:34pm
Ice
I just
Don’t want you
Anymore.
I remember
When you would lie next to me
And just the scent
Of your skin
Would send a viscous
Burn through my body
Delicate but urgent,
A pungent need
For a body that wasn’t
There for me
That longed for nothing
And hurt for nobody,
Your cloudless, abandoned world
Dim with gray, seamless discontent.
I think
You relished
The looks of devastation
You reaped upon your women
Making sure they were
Punished
Being women….just for being...
Don’t want you
Anymore.
I remember
When you would lie next to me
And just the scent
Of your skin
Would send a viscous
Burn through my body
Delicate but urgent,
A pungent need
For a body that wasn’t
There for me
That longed for nothing
And hurt for nobody,
Your cloudless, abandoned world
Dim with gray, seamless discontent.
I think
You relished
The looks of devastation
You reaped upon your women
Making sure they were
Punished
Being women….just for being...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jun 2016 5:34pm
20th Jun 2016 5:34pm
Girls and Depression
On the back porch
With a cigarette tucked
Between your fingers
You haven’t shaved in a
A few days
Dewy skin
Pale expectations
The promise of better things
If only…
The dope sick would wane
And the fights would stop.
If only
You could ignore
The inane fragility of woman
And make your way
Like a lion untethered.
But you keep sinking
In your unspeakable sadness
In your barren world
Of unshakeable hapless
Attempts at love
Fleeting visions, sidelong glances
The girl in the short, pink shirt…...
With a cigarette tucked
Between your fingers
You haven’t shaved in a
A few days
Dewy skin
Pale expectations
The promise of better things
If only…
The dope sick would wane
And the fights would stop.
If only
You could ignore
The inane fragility of woman
And make your way
Like a lion untethered.
But you keep sinking
In your unspeakable sadness
In your barren world
Of unshakeable hapless
Attempts at love
Fleeting visions, sidelong glances
The girl in the short, pink shirt…...
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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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2 Comments
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