Submissions by Rachelleundrgrd
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Love the spoken, sung and written word.
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Feb 2018 5:31pm
26th Feb 2018 5:31pm
Sexting with Strangers
Tell me more...' Hit Send.
Out to distant zip code,
fine line walking.
First words flow swift between screens.
Then 2Ds, an MP3.
Carbon exchanges soak, stretch cotton:
LH6, version 4G.
Hands moving south,
Bodies arching, releasing.
From across state lines
fine line crossing.
R.
Out to distant zip code,
fine line walking.
First words flow swift between screens.
Then 2Ds, an MP3.
Carbon exchanges soak, stretch cotton:
LH6, version 4G.
Hands moving south,
Bodies arching, releasing.
From across state lines
fine line crossing.
R.
#relationships
#sex
#erotic #LongDistanceRelationship
#erotic #LongDistanceRelationship
846 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Feb 2018 5:52am
25th Feb 2018 5:52am
Smother down
You sad-text me when we are apart.
Your loneliness floods my screen in imagery red and blue, from within the two-dimensional land typically reserved for black and white.
My light, airy way of loving meets the weight of your deep, heavy love each time we find ourselves distanced one from the other.
We talk about the contrast in polite pastels... And yet...
Each comment summons the same blackout feeling I get when head deep, working your cock from underneath the thick down comforter. I'm warm. I love it.
And I can't breathe.
When you...
Your loneliness floods my screen in imagery red and blue, from within the two-dimensional land typically reserved for black and white.
My light, airy way of loving meets the weight of your deep, heavy love each time we find ourselves distanced one from the other.
We talk about the contrast in polite pastels... And yet...
Each comment summons the same blackout feeling I get when head deep, working your cock from underneath the thick down comforter. I'm warm. I love it.
And I can't breathe.
When you...
#SelfReflection
#love
#relationships
838 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Feb 2018 6:48am
21st Feb 2018 6:48am
Dust and bones
Pops told me that even us good girls start and end as dust and that the in-between was simply horseshit sticking both parts together.
Mama said that even though we might dust and clean, we was created from more than just dirt. That the rib of a Man crafted us good girls.
Imagine that. Here we stand, and work, and sit quiet--like good girls do--all because of you and your extra bone.
We kneel down, eat dirt; and, when you are done, we dust it off of our knees, spit it out of our mouths and get back to our chores, like all good girls do.
...
Mama said that even though we might dust and clean, we was created from more than just dirt. That the rib of a Man crafted us good girls.
Imagine that. Here we stand, and work, and sit quiet--like good girls do--all because of you and your extra bone.
We kneel down, eat dirt; and, when you are done, we dust it off of our knees, spit it out of our mouths and get back to our chores, like all good girls do.
...
#anger
#power
#MeToo #feminism
#MeToo #feminism
785 reads
9 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
18th Feb 2018 5:02pm
18th Feb 2018 5:02pm
Five days, counted
Death lingers in the air, ever-present,
But does not land.
Though we would welcome it, beckon to it even,
It eludes our call.
And though there are lucid moments,
Where hearts dance because death tarries,
Mainly there are painful ones,
Where death would rescue, yet throws no line.
What unfinished work must await her,
We sometimes wonder--
Though impossible to imagine work
From a vessel so frail.
Her strength must be super-human,
We sometimes speculate--
Though her tentative grasp on life appears in ...
But does not land.
Though we would welcome it, beckon to it even,
It eludes our call.
And though there are lucid moments,
Where hearts dance because death tarries,
Mainly there are painful ones,
Where death would rescue, yet throws no line.
What unfinished work must await her,
We sometimes wonder--
Though impossible to imagine work
From a vessel so frail.
Her strength must be super-human,
We sometimes speculate--
Though her tentative grasp on life appears in ...
#grief
#mother
#heartbroken
#death
#illness
739 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Feb 2018 4:47pm
18th Feb 2018 4:47pm
Bindings
Bindings
What part of you forgets that we are boundless?
That we are made to soar, not crawl?
That you are enough?
That being down on all fours simply readies your muscles to fly?
What part of you says no when yes is the only answer?
Yearns, but feels unworthy to partake?
Find it. Love it. Set it free.
You were made for the wind, the sky.
Soar. Then soar back to me.
[...and crawl back under my skin.]
R.
What part of you forgets that we are boundless?
That we are made to soar, not crawl?
That you are enough?
That being down on all fours simply readies your muscles to fly?
What part of you says no when yes is the only answer?
Yearns, but feels unworthy to partake?
Find it. Love it. Set it free.
You were made for the wind, the sky.
Soar. Then soar back to me.
[...and crawl back under my skin.]
R.
#courage
#relationships
#motivational
#inspirational
#LifeGoals
672 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
18th Feb 2018 5:54am
18th Feb 2018 5:54am
Me too
#anger
#power
#MeToo
890 reads
5 Comments
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