Submissions by Pistol
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I don't have the patience for poetry. So instead I write short stories.
Innocent
Innocent
Imaginary eyes burn holes in my skin
Shame on my name
But I don't feel the same
Confidence and pride is whats lurking inside
This is my name, I will never deny.
Innocent
I'll scream it til I'm horse
Stop judgeing
Stop whispering behind my turned back
Put back on your pretty masks
Please pretend to have a soul
Innocent
I scream it from way down deep
Hope all will hear, but know only few will listen.
A woman with a bag over her head asks, "Why are you so angry?"
To look around one would...
Imaginary eyes burn holes in my skin
Shame on my name
But I don't feel the same
Confidence and pride is whats lurking inside
This is my name, I will never deny.
Innocent
I'll scream it til I'm horse
Stop judgeing
Stop whispering behind my turned back
Put back on your pretty masks
Please pretend to have a soul
Innocent
I scream it from way down deep
Hope all will hear, but know only few will listen.
A woman with a bag over her head asks, "Why are you so angry?"
To look around one would...
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Sleeping With My Muse
She comes out of nowhere
Always at unexspected times.
She pulls me away from whatever I'm doing
Says "Come along you must be mine"
She tempts me, seduces me, posesses me
Bending me to her will
In however way she wants
She whispers in my ear and fills my head
Ideas too absurd to peice together
I am reluctant
I shouldn't do those things
But again she seduces me
Pen meets paper
She takes possession of my body
My hands develope a mind of thier own
Paragraphs are forming
Pages are flying
Shes in me now
She dares and...
Always at unexspected times.
She pulls me away from whatever I'm doing
Says "Come along you must be mine"
She tempts me, seduces me, posesses me
Bending me to her will
In however way she wants
She whispers in my ear and fills my head
Ideas too absurd to peice together
I am reluctant
I shouldn't do those things
But again she seduces me
Pen meets paper
She takes possession of my body
My hands develope a mind of thier own
Paragraphs are forming
Pages are flying
Shes in me now
She dares and...
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Mommy Dearest
Here I am, dressing my three wonderful grandchildren for Halloween. Just like I used to do with my own babies. Thier mother, my oldest daughter, has to work all night at the nursing home. So me and my other daughter, my middle child Crystal, is taking them trick or treating.
Crystal has proven her worth a million times over. Shes not as strong as her big sister. Although shes strong enough to survive in this cruel world. And shes not as aggressive as her younger brother. Although she knows how to fight for what she wants. She just seems to float in the middle. It seems she got all the...
Crystal has proven her worth a million times over. Shes not as strong as her big sister. Although shes strong enough to survive in this cruel world. And shes not as aggressive as her younger brother. Although she knows how to fight for what she wants. She just seems to float in the middle. It seems she got all the...
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