Submissions by Rachelleundrgrd
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Love the spoken, sung and written word.
Cleansing Ecstasy: A Goodbye
I need to wash the sheets tonight.
Your scent lingers. No...our scent.
The one that our togetherness created time and time again
—just yesterday!—
subtle, unmistakable.
Carnal, cosmic proof of the one way our coupling reached near perfection.
Could I but follow its’ fragrance back to the womb and uncover how the rest of our bits might have intertwined even half as seamlessly.
Instead I’ll scour away all traces of you.
No...not of you, but of us. That I might someday close my eyes and reimagine us as but a dream.
My...
Your scent lingers. No...our scent.
The one that our togetherness created time and time again
—just yesterday!—
subtle, unmistakable.
Carnal, cosmic proof of the one way our coupling reached near perfection.
Could I but follow its’ fragrance back to the womb and uncover how the rest of our bits might have intertwined even half as seamlessly.
Instead I’ll scour away all traces of you.
No...not of you, but of us. That I might someday close my eyes and reimagine us as but a dream.
My...
#love
#grief
#heartbroken
#breakup
#sex
700 reads
24 Comments
Jalapeńo Hot Sex
I should have left him that night. It had begun decent enough. He'd cooked for me. Spicy goodness that shows a man knows his way around a kitchen.
Tummies full, he started his half-assed attempts to satisfy me in other ways. He was always rushing for the prize, no patience for warm-ups with that one.
As his fingers entered me, I realized something was very, very wrong. I was burning from the inside out. Not the kind of burn I would know with other men. Nope--the kind that sends you racing to the shower, then to the fridge to douse your girl bits in yogurt in...
Tummies full, he started his half-assed attempts to satisfy me in other ways. He was always rushing for the prize, no patience for warm-ups with that one.
As his fingers entered me, I realized something was very, very wrong. I was burning from the inside out. Not the kind of burn I would know with other men. Nope--the kind that sends you racing to the shower, then to the fridge to douse your girl bits in yogurt in...
#sex
#food
669 reads
18 Comments
Trappings
Walls keeping out that which we do not understand.
Ignorance, hoarding oxygen,
Relegates all else to life support.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Ignorance, hoarding oxygen,
Relegates all else to life support.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
#politics
#HumanRights
#greed
#ignorance
#inequality
773 reads
9 Comments
The Wall
Build a wall, they say.
Sign of our power, our grandeur.
Razor to landscape
cut straight through to marrow.
Build it higher, they say.
Sign of our eminence.
Stand it tall as our egos
mirror to your insignificance.
Build it longer, they say.
Construct it of metals jagged and barbed.
That blood of errant people may run down every inch.
——
Build a wall, we say.
Iron canvas upon which to paint in vibrant tones
the music of our mutual...
Sign of our power, our grandeur.
Razor to landscape
cut straight through to marrow.
Build it higher, they say.
Sign of our eminence.
Stand it tall as our egos
mirror to your insignificance.
Build it longer, they say.
Construct it of metals jagged and barbed.
That blood of errant people may run down every inch.
——
Build a wall, we say.
Iron canvas upon which to paint in vibrant tones
the music of our mutual...
#hope
#politics
#freedom
#art
#culture
755 reads
12 Comments
Loss = Gain
He so got me.
Even though he thought he wouldn’t get me.
I had told him I was waiting ‘til I got married. Some sort of religious thing.
That kind of crazy was I at the time, the kind of crazy that didn't happen, over there in his country.
So in love, he thought that shit was cute.
I didn't. It frustrated me, leaving me drenched and bitchy.
One late night return from the discothčque.
Sweat-soaked clothes clinging to our bodies.
My single dormitory bed wouldn’t
hold us side to side that night.
I climbed on top and reached...
Even though he thought he wouldn’t get me.
I had told him I was waiting ‘til I got married. Some sort of religious thing.
That kind of crazy was I at the time, the kind of crazy that didn't happen, over there in his country.
So in love, he thought that shit was cute.
I didn't. It frustrated me, leaving me drenched and bitchy.
One late night return from the discothčque.
Sweat-soaked clothes clinging to our bodies.
My single dormitory bed wouldn’t
hold us side to side that night.
I climbed on top and reached...
#sex
#memories
#nostalgia
748 reads
14 Comments
Complete Teardown
All of it” she cried
giant sobs
completing the freshly remodeled space
with the addition of pent-up pain.
Wrenching tears to the gods
Of marble and backsplash
Wails filling the room
uncovering unfinished work.
“All of it, all of it, all of it...”
Bemoaning the loss of parents too young
of marriages that never should have been
of youth and faith and friendship and separation
of language and love and geography and, most acutely, that thing called hope.
She swayed and mourned for it all ...
giant sobs
completing the freshly remodeled space
with the addition of pent-up pain.
Wrenching tears to the gods
Of marble and backsplash
Wails filling the room
uncovering unfinished work.
“All of it, all of it, all of it...”
Bemoaning the loss of parents too young
of marriages that never should have been
of youth and faith and friendship and separation
of language and love and geography and, most acutely, that thing called hope.
She swayed and mourned for it all ...
#love
#grief
#heartbroken
#breakup
#separation
533 reads
8 Comments
CU Next Tuesday (Her Limerick)
Woman to barter for the hunt
Admit it! she bore quite the brunt
So for this weaker sex
She employed but the hex
Of her cunt-quite cunning this stunt!
R.
Author’s Post-Script and Some Early Cuntal Counsel:
Ȝeue ži cunte to cunnig and craue affetir wedding*.
*Give your cunt wisely and make demands after the wedding.
—Proverbs of Hendyng (pre-14th century manuscript).
Admit it! she bore quite the brunt
So for this weaker sex
She employed but the hex
Of her cunt-quite cunning this stunt!
R.
Author’s Post-Script and Some Early Cuntal Counsel:
Ȝeue ži cunte to cunnig and craue affetir wedding*.
*Give your cunt wisely and make demands after the wedding.
—Proverbs of Hendyng (pre-14th century manuscript).
#women
#limerick
543 reads
6 Comments
pilgrim’s goodbye
shedding tears then panties.
sharing dramatic declarations
&
grief-ridden caresses.
screwing each others’
brains & hearts out
as if it were
what it was.
spreading open
one last time
then walking away
collective tears & cum
salty passage for
the road ahead.
sharing dramatic declarations
&
grief-ridden caresses.
screwing each others’
brains & hearts out
as if it were
what it was.
spreading open
one last time
then walking away
collective tears & cum
salty passage for
the road ahead.
#breakup
#sex
#MovingOn
1326 reads
12 Comments
GALWAY TRAIN WINDOW GIRL (Collaboration with Trouble_Loves_Me)
#lust
#books
#ShortStory
#sensual
#collaboration
1037 reads
11 Comments
Pieces of Peace
Dad, I loved you how only the broken can be loved. Imperfectly. Trepidaciously.. And altogether too tentatively. I miss you now that you are gone how only the broken can be missed. Fully, piecemeal. Bit by bit, my mind tries to recreate you, alternating between the damaged rendering I got and the restored visitor of fleeting dreams.
In stark contrast, Mom loved you as if you were just a glue gun away from perfection. Loved you as if she could piece all your jagged bits together with that one emotion alone. She didn’t ever get close, but that sure must have been...
In stark contrast, Mom loved you as if you were just a glue gun away from perfection. Loved you as if she could piece all your jagged bits together with that one emotion alone. She didn’t ever get close, but that sure must have been...
#grief
#father
#children
#family
#death
638 reads
4 Comments
Multi-Purpose Room
Beg to make your cake and
eat it out there too.
Slit it. Slather it.
Baste it. Batter it.
Soak it. Savor it.
Such a tasty salt lick.
Grab a utensil or four.
Spatula and spoon it.
Whisk until it can’t take more.
[Insert candy thermometer.
Monitor rise in temperature.]
Spread it. Sample it.
Work it to a froth.
Separate it. Stuff it.
Stick it with all you’ve got.
Ding, pull it out.
Make like it is done.
A steamy little treat,
baked...
eat it out there too.
Slit it. Slather it.
Baste it. Batter it.
Soak it. Savor it.
Such a tasty salt lick.
Grab a utensil or four.
Spatula and spoon it.
Whisk until it can’t take more.
[Insert candy thermometer.
Monitor rise in temperature.]
Spread it. Sample it.
Work it to a froth.
Separate it. Stuff it.
Stick it with all you’ve got.
Ding, pull it out.
Make like it is done.
A steamy little treat,
baked...
#porn
#food
#sex
#erotic
#sexy
871 reads
10 Comments
Children’s Lessons in America
Mamķ talked for weeks about the trip before we got in that old truck.
She rambled on and on about the amazing, beautiful things we would discover.
She spoke of our trip, painting it all in red, white and blue.
The grand people we would meet, the sing-song languages they would speak.
About the rainbow of skin, hair and music we would discover when we arrived.
Once there, she said, we would get to eat our fill of the food in colorful packages I’d passed by so often and begged for her to buy. ...
She rambled on and on about the amazing, beautiful things we would discover.
She spoke of our trip, painting it all in red, white and blue.
The grand people we would meet, the sing-song languages they would speak.
About the rainbow of skin, hair and music we would discover when we arrived.
Once there, she said, we would get to eat our fill of the food in colorful packages I’d passed by so often and begged for her to buy. ...
#children
#politics
#CallToAction
1056 reads
22 Comments
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