Submissions by RSena (Sena)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Some people write for fun, i do it for love, i like to write songs, poems. one of the things that i love is when i tell some one, hey read what i just finished writing, what do you think? and they tell me awsome, how you did it.
Visual Effect.
And when I think about that particular moment,
My body temperatures get above 40 degrees C.
My heart beat raise up, so fast i can resist,
I have to let it be, I can not stop,
or even block the emotion,
pushing the motion of the
current of my blood
all the way to one
part of my body,
then, I deeply
wish You
were
here,
here,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,
with me.
SENA.
My body temperatures get above 40 degrees C.
My heart beat raise up, so fast i can resist,
I have to let it be, I can not stop,
or even block the emotion,
pushing the motion of the
current of my blood
all the way to one
part of my body,
then, I deeply
wish You
were
here,
here,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,
with me.
SENA.
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I like It!
I like it,
I like it when we go across each other on the hall, and look our selves, that moment
where the evil carnal of desire thoughts arise, passion, those blue eyes of yours, at
the end of those profound upper eye lips, the look and the movement of them
trying to be un-noticed, temptation, keeping the distance in between, by the
color of our coats, I like it. When You look to the other way, knowing I AM,
when You do extra hour un-paid, sacrifices, when I talk to You in English,
and you talk to Me in Finnish, motivation, When the smell of your is left...
I like it when we go across each other on the hall, and look our selves, that moment
where the evil carnal of desire thoughts arise, passion, those blue eyes of yours, at
the end of those profound upper eye lips, the look and the movement of them
trying to be un-noticed, temptation, keeping the distance in between, by the
color of our coats, I like it. When You look to the other way, knowing I AM,
when You do extra hour un-paid, sacrifices, when I talk to You in English,
and you talk to Me in Finnish, motivation, When the smell of your is left...
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Heri (Latin)
WHISPERING
This things happens in the night,
I heard,
all this dark magic,
obscure solitary Satanaury,
dream with Me.
Maybe lately,
I just woke up,
I have the eagerness, this delusion
of heri, a thousand words.
The sun,
So fast, Im sole,
so forsake,
time dont fit, in the Heri.
Many stars shine on You,
only one on Me,
I heard,
It had a crush on Me.
Why,?
do you think that?
so stout, that not one, cant
reach You.
Sena
This things happens in the night,
I heard,
all this dark magic,
obscure solitary Satanaury,
dream with Me.
Maybe lately,
I just woke up,
I have the eagerness, this delusion
of heri, a thousand words.
The sun,
So fast, Im sole,
so forsake,
time dont fit, in the Heri.
Many stars shine on You,
only one on Me,
I heard,
It had a crush on Me.
Why,?
do you think that?
so stout, that not one, cant
reach You.
Sena
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She through a CRACK
The way she touched her self,
it was the ritual, a hallusinating spiritual stage,
this milatary bed type, could only hold one leg,
left leg, bent on touching the floor with the peek of her toe.
About this girl, she was poland decendent,
big blue eyes, tall, and skinny looking girl,
She always had this shy, face, and for me,
thats a call, thats a look at me with desire.
In cold weather country, where Man are busy,
I might be sick, because sex im 24/7 thinking,
She always where this pink sweater peak performance,
and...
it was the ritual, a hallusinating spiritual stage,
this milatary bed type, could only hold one leg,
left leg, bent on touching the floor with the peek of her toe.
About this girl, she was poland decendent,
big blue eyes, tall, and skinny looking girl,
She always had this shy, face, and for me,
thats a call, thats a look at me with desire.
In cold weather country, where Man are busy,
I might be sick, because sex im 24/7 thinking,
She always where this pink sweater peak performance,
and...
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The Winter is Leaving
The bear still sleeping, camouflage He is caring without an option,
the temptation, of finding out, if is time to be proud, then again,
mate, is up to try, the wind blow, hit his face, He can feel it,
is not time yet. Where is the snake, the elk, the fish,
and the mushroom, they are all hidding except him.
The beauty of the white, make the dark looks bright,
marks, and steps along the way, mistery dont care,
fair or not, is not up to a question, dry tree, tears,
where the leave used to be, secrets awaiting,
fall into the emotions, of rotating...
the temptation, of finding out, if is time to be proud, then again,
mate, is up to try, the wind blow, hit his face, He can feel it,
is not time yet. Where is the snake, the elk, the fish,
and the mushroom, they are all hidding except him.
The beauty of the white, make the dark looks bright,
marks, and steps along the way, mistery dont care,
fair or not, is not up to a question, dry tree, tears,
where the leave used to be, secrets awaiting,
fall into the emotions, of rotating...
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At My 2000 Profile View DUP.
On a raining Day,
Windows full of mixed tears,
and shade of oracle made,
dogs hiding with fears.
thunders, and centiles.
expressions of the sky.
With my medical books,
I found DUP,
a place where we become,
friends, and sometimes enemies,
funny. different words, poems, and
histories, connecting everyone in one way,
and disconnecting in another,
far away from each other,
different nature, language, and races,
despite of all,
We found our self
here,
in DUP.
TODAY IS MY 20,000 BIRHDAY VIEW.
Windows full of mixed tears,
and shade of oracle made,
dogs hiding with fears.
thunders, and centiles.
expressions of the sky.
With my medical books,
I found DUP,
a place where we become,
friends, and sometimes enemies,
funny. different words, poems, and
histories, connecting everyone in one way,
and disconnecting in another,
far away from each other,
different nature, language, and races,
despite of all,
We found our self
here,
in DUP.
TODAY IS MY 20,000 BIRHDAY VIEW.
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Temptation Hole
Temptation,
I feel the tremor on my hands,
on my state of consfusion, I try,
Your image banish.
I run as fast as I can,
is so foggy, I hear my self
heavy breathing, I cant,
I rest and try again.
On the way,
I tripped over a remembrance,
of my past injustice of love,
flash back hitting, splitting My thoughts.
Im shocking, is dragging Me
down,
I see Your Hands on my fall,
I cant reach out,
I dont know what is
down there.
SENA
I feel the tremor on my hands,
on my state of consfusion, I try,
Your image banish.
I run as fast as I can,
is so foggy, I hear my self
heavy breathing, I cant,
I rest and try again.
On the way,
I tripped over a remembrance,
of my past injustice of love,
flash back hitting, splitting My thoughts.
Im shocking, is dragging Me
down,
I see Your Hands on my fall,
I cant reach out,
I dont know what is
down there.
SENA
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I will tell You where You are.
Tell me if You feel it,
that You are here,
desoriented with your self,
missing Your own odor,
accuse Me I was the one
that for my loneliness Had to steal it.
For my loneliness You are here,
with different names, and figures,
I see You even walking by the livingroom,
smiling at Me with coffee without sugar.
Smiling back at Me, with a pecular smile,
with the meaning of follow Me.
I told You,
You never left,
You are here,
writen in my heart,
with permanent ink.
Sena
that You are here,
desoriented with your self,
missing Your own odor,
accuse Me I was the one
that for my loneliness Had to steal it.
For my loneliness You are here,
with different names, and figures,
I see You even walking by the livingroom,
smiling at Me with coffee without sugar.
Smiling back at Me, with a pecular smile,
with the meaning of follow Me.
I told You,
You never left,
You are here,
writen in my heart,
with permanent ink.
Sena
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The American Union
The American Union
America
The continent of opportunity,
hurt, and humiliated by thieves,
full of different religions and believes,
what ever happened to our native naïve,'
is part of the history.
A land bombed by canyons,
with different language, and angles,
from south to north, nothing left but ruins,
and faded tainted marks on stone.
People with different language,
and color, that was the pride of
many fights, and Wars, blood lines,
were lost, from the east to the west.
And our gold? and our...
America
The continent of opportunity,
hurt, and humiliated by thieves,
full of different religions and believes,
what ever happened to our native naïve,'
is part of the history.
A land bombed by canyons,
with different language, and angles,
from south to north, nothing left but ruins,
and faded tainted marks on stone.
People with different language,
and color, that was the pride of
many fights, and Wars, blood lines,
were lost, from the east to the west.
And our gold? and our...
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NO Other Choise
I desperately
want to run
to You,
but my leg
wont move,
I want to jump
in to Your body
like a cliff diver,
to see what is in
it, any love left,
any hope to it.
From the outside
is difficult to see,
to jump
is a risk that I most
take.
want to run
to You,
but my leg
wont move,
I want to jump
in to Your body
like a cliff diver,
to see what is in
it, any love left,
any hope to it.
From the outside
is difficult to see,
to jump
is a risk that I most
take.
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ROOTS
ROOTS.
Seating down every night,
I see how He get high,
strong black man, and tight,
alone and waiting to die.
He is a good guy though,
spent his life alone. grandma gone.
Him and his pipe had the longest sadness,
His histories were encrypted on the smoke of Blackness.
they used to go in the darkness. and even
I tried to decipher them.
I admired Him, and his mistreated hands,
His body swaying on the rocking chair,
His tired eyes, looking at the moon,
telling Me history while listening to jazz and blues.
...
Seating down every night,
I see how He get high,
strong black man, and tight,
alone and waiting to die.
He is a good guy though,
spent his life alone. grandma gone.
Him and his pipe had the longest sadness,
His histories were encrypted on the smoke of Blackness.
they used to go in the darkness. and even
I tried to decipher them.
I admired Him, and his mistreated hands,
His body swaying on the rocking chair,
His tired eyes, looking at the moon,
telling Me history while listening to jazz and blues.
...
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The Face of Struggle
The face of (........)
Is just a punching bag,
Care by tired bodies
dehydrated.
From places that flags
are handkerchief for Sneeze
and toilet paper.
Testicle disappear,
ovaries become testicles,
the kids become males.
Dreams flying in the sky,
The truth is totally untruth,
it was not a myth the fairy tales.
The hate increasing just
like the heart beat,
and man acting like a beast,
they don't even care about their
own kids. I have seen it.
They are lost,
none sense integrated,
They...
Is just a punching bag,
Care by tired bodies
dehydrated.
From places that flags
are handkerchief for Sneeze
and toilet paper.
Testicle disappear,
ovaries become testicles,
the kids become males.
Dreams flying in the sky,
The truth is totally untruth,
it was not a myth the fairy tales.
The hate increasing just
like the heart beat,
and man acting like a beast,
they don't even care about their
own kids. I have seen it.
They are lost,
none sense integrated,
They...
661 reads
2 Comments
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