Submissions by RainC_Tara (rain1courtel)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My disrobed pen,... reflects my nude emotions...
Poetically Yours~
Bend against my curves
like a treble clef’s curl,
slip through lyrical spaces
and caved in lines of
silent voices that go unheard
until distant cries are penned.
Easily interpreted through fluent language
with straightforward adjectives
that stalk verbs
and harass nouns
with pronoun eagerness,
forming beautiful structures
with jot down verses of emotions.
In me lies the focus of your subject,
so…
read me like the front page headline
of your poetic news-
printed in black and white sonnet-notes
conversing...
like a treble clef’s curl,
slip through lyrical spaces
and caved in lines of
silent voices that go unheard
until distant cries are penned.
Easily interpreted through fluent language
with straightforward adjectives
that stalk verbs
and harass nouns
with pronoun eagerness,
forming beautiful structures
with jot down verses of emotions.
In me lies the focus of your subject,
so…
read me like the front page headline
of your poetic news-
printed in black and white sonnet-notes
conversing...
1692 reads
27 Comments
la crainte
You use to fester beneath my skin
like a virus lying dormant-evoking terror,
but as I…
stroll with the inner thighs of my psyche French kissing the
lips of pandemonium,
I’ve heard your belief in what’s so essentially rooted
into the havoc of things,
is only an anxiety-accessory adorning your coward heart,
while attempting to dress my soul in mournful chaos.
You want me wet with hysteria.
You want me afraid of my shadow.
Levitating in darkness waiting …hoping… that I will embrace
your Dracula tendencies and drink the same blood of...
like a virus lying dormant-evoking terror,
but as I…
stroll with the inner thighs of my psyche French kissing the
lips of pandemonium,
I’ve heard your belief in what’s so essentially rooted
into the havoc of things,
is only an anxiety-accessory adorning your coward heart,
while attempting to dress my soul in mournful chaos.
You want me wet with hysteria.
You want me afraid of my shadow.
Levitating in darkness waiting …hoping… that I will embrace
your Dracula tendencies and drink the same blood of...
1285 reads
27 Comments
Oldies But Goodies (Classic Love)
Look carefully and you will see
that scratch etched on vinyl
wasn’t our last song,
it was merely a brief pause
our penal clause
of all that was virtuous and faulty,
simultaneously.
It wasn’t our capital punishment
but the evolving of merciful-
boundless lyrical lust,
and the bridge and hook was our acoustic love.
I loved playing us in my mind.
Relaxing in the reflection of ‘what use to be’
discovering wealth buried in the courage
of pain’s departed
part the Red Sea
to witness the Holy Land
never to be whole...
that scratch etched on vinyl
wasn’t our last song,
it was merely a brief pause
our penal clause
of all that was virtuous and faulty,
simultaneously.
It wasn’t our capital punishment
but the evolving of merciful-
boundless lyrical lust,
and the bridge and hook was our acoustic love.
I loved playing us in my mind.
Relaxing in the reflection of ‘what use to be’
discovering wealth buried in the courage
of pain’s departed
part the Red Sea
to witness the Holy Land
never to be whole...
2076 reads
34 Comments
I Can't Sleep...
I can’t sleep….
I quiver within my caramel sweat…
my optics crash against my lid’s edge,
craving to become the wet adhesive
stained and stuck to your sheet’s threads.
I’m sinking inside my own pleasure spill
trying to lick pre-mature drops of your passion,
Mercifully responding to your every groan
with the uninterrupted drag of erotic sucks.
My augmented vison of mounting you
grinds the graphic for me,
flip and bounce of hair fallen over love faces,
hiding exhales while bucking the madness of your…
throbbing conceit.
Gripped waist as...
I quiver within my caramel sweat…
my optics crash against my lid’s edge,
craving to become the wet adhesive
stained and stuck to your sheet’s threads.
I’m sinking inside my own pleasure spill
trying to lick pre-mature drops of your passion,
Mercifully responding to your every groan
with the uninterrupted drag of erotic sucks.
My augmented vison of mounting you
grinds the graphic for me,
flip and bounce of hair fallen over love faces,
hiding exhales while bucking the madness of your…
throbbing conceit.
Gripped waist as...
2010 reads
32 Comments
When a real man comes along ~
Presumption on the ends of fingers intertwined.
Love is never blind,
still our eyes decline to see.
We…
blacken the braille, injure the retinas
so revelation can’t stare us dead in the face.
We pick our own grapes, make our own wine…
too sour to sip from a bottomless glass we select
thinking it’s real crystal, when it’s crystal clear, it’s not.
See,
I was ill on a man who owned no compassionate land,
no roots for a heart to flourish
no fire to keep me warm when he wrapped me in his ...
Love is never blind,
still our eyes decline to see.
We…
blacken the braille, injure the retinas
so revelation can’t stare us dead in the face.
We pick our own grapes, make our own wine…
too sour to sip from a bottomless glass we select
thinking it’s real crystal, when it’s crystal clear, it’s not.
See,
I was ill on a man who owned no compassionate land,
no roots for a heart to flourish
no fire to keep me warm when he wrapped me in his ...
1828 reads
37 Comments
Shine Within Shame
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1658 reads
26 Comments
Wet Bloom~
I’ll render my wet bloom in the twilight when the
chasm of restlessness is seized by my spewed dew.
If my needs are to be zealously pollinated and scattered
upon your eager stem, I could continue to cultivate the garden.
You….
graze a pursuit to comprehend my sensual worthiness
and abandon wet patches of unconstrained "fuck me’s"
on the boudoir floor of hedonism’s cavity.
Force me to take this in.
Positioned me on a mantle I hope my widened array would adorn
as if I were the picture you analyze nocturnally while ...
chasm of restlessness is seized by my spewed dew.
If my needs are to be zealously pollinated and scattered
upon your eager stem, I could continue to cultivate the garden.
You….
graze a pursuit to comprehend my sensual worthiness
and abandon wet patches of unconstrained "fuck me’s"
on the boudoir floor of hedonism’s cavity.
Force me to take this in.
Positioned me on a mantle I hope my widened array would adorn
as if I were the picture you analyze nocturnally while ...
1556 reads
28 Comments
SpeechLick
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1784 reads
28 Comments
The Taste of Her~
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1278 reads
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Brew~
Early amber sunrise coupled with calm streams
of saccharinity across my tongue,
always seem to remind me of him.
He taste like hot vanilla-caramel latte.
Invigorating sweetness that goes down smoothly
scorching my throat,
yet I can still taste him...
long after the burn.
Secret moments found in cream droplets of now
reclining in the palms of my hands like sacred promises I commit to daily,
just to hold him close.
I thirst hard for him, like a lover in need-
Like a woman resting on the edge of triumph,
while swirling...
of saccharinity across my tongue,
always seem to remind me of him.
He taste like hot vanilla-caramel latte.
Invigorating sweetness that goes down smoothly
scorching my throat,
yet I can still taste him...
long after the burn.
Secret moments found in cream droplets of now
reclining in the palms of my hands like sacred promises I commit to daily,
just to hold him close.
I thirst hard for him, like a lover in need-
Like a woman resting on the edge of triumph,
while swirling...
1356 reads
24 Comments
I desire you like the sand crave footprints….
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2212 reads
26 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by RainC_Tara (rain1courtel)