Submissions by RaverBee
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Sweet Fantasy
Spend the night with me
I'll wear what you want,
What I know you like.
Revealing, yet concealing
Sucked into this sweet, sweet obsession
Feelings not needed, nor wanted.
Physical gestures only,
No strings needed to unwrap this gift,
Heaven sent, from me to you.
I want your cool hands on my back,
Heating me up like a furnace.
Smouldering embers burst into fire as your hands move around my body
The secret parts of me are yours, all yours, to explore.
The feeling of your fingertips tracing my spine making me melt.
Gentle...
I'll wear what you want,
What I know you like.
Revealing, yet concealing
Sucked into this sweet, sweet obsession
Feelings not needed, nor wanted.
Physical gestures only,
No strings needed to unwrap this gift,
Heaven sent, from me to you.
I want your cool hands on my back,
Heating me up like a furnace.
Smouldering embers burst into fire as your hands move around my body
The secret parts of me are yours, all yours, to explore.
The feeling of your fingertips tracing my spine making me melt.
Gentle...
1342 reads
1 Comment
I Miss You
I miss you
I miss you like flowers miss the sun
I miss you like my life has not begun
How can this be?
I don't know you, and you don't know me
I miss your voice
I miss your smile
I miss you when I don't see you for a while
So near, and yet so far
My soul is the solar system
You are my north star.
All I want, all I need
Is your light in my sky
Shining down
Your luminescence
Brings me around.
I miss you like flowers miss the sun
I miss you like my life has not begun
How can this be?
I don't know you, and you don't know me
I miss your voice
I miss your smile
I miss you when I don't see you for a while
So near, and yet so far
My soul is the solar system
You are my north star.
All I want, all I need
Is your light in my sky
Shining down
Your luminescence
Brings me around.
1124 reads
1 Comment
Falling
I need the inclination
To find my motivation
Energy unspent
Forces my soul to the brink of a descent
Thirteen floors is a long way down
At least sixty seconds before I meet the ground.
To find my motivation
Energy unspent
Forces my soul to the brink of a descent
Thirteen floors is a long way down
At least sixty seconds before I meet the ground.
660 reads
2 Comments
Psy Boy
I would like to state this this poem is a work in progress. Constructive criticism is appreciated. Best wishes, RB
Psychedelic boy,
Kaleidoscopic eyes,
Two luminescent spheres
Gazing into mine.
Psychedelic boy,
Take me psy-high
Show me your wonderland
Where colours intertwine
Psychedelic boy,
Teach me how to fly,
The world is all yours
Imagination is your guide,
Psychedelic boy,
Won't you take me away,
Show me the way to your mind.
Psychedelic boy,
Kaleidoscopic eyes,
Two luminescent spheres
Gazing into mine.
Psychedelic boy,
Take me psy-high
Show me your wonderland
Where colours intertwine
Psychedelic boy,
Teach me how to fly,
The world is all yours
Imagination is your guide,
Psychedelic boy,
Won't you take me away,
Show me the way to your mind.
822 reads
8 Comments
Slave to the Rave
Tonight I wore my fishnets,
My fluffy boots and a neon minidress
That clings in all the right places.
We found a hidden Elysium, in the woods
Some ten miles out of town. Word of mouth.
Arriving, we could hear the party for miles.
A low, pulsating rumble
Like rhythmic thunder – a party of the Gods.
Chatter, yells and laughter, whistles and horns
Through the trees we could feel the vibe closing in
Hundreds of loved up people with hands to heaven
X-tatic ravers moving to the beat of the drums
Melodies and lyrics, exploding in waves of pure...
My fluffy boots and a neon minidress
That clings in all the right places.
We found a hidden Elysium, in the woods
Some ten miles out of town. Word of mouth.
Arriving, we could hear the party for miles.
A low, pulsating rumble
Like rhythmic thunder – a party of the Gods.
Chatter, yells and laughter, whistles and horns
Through the trees we could feel the vibe closing in
Hundreds of loved up people with hands to heaven
X-tatic ravers moving to the beat of the drums
Melodies and lyrics, exploding in waves of pure...
647 reads
4 Comments
Our Mutual Friend
When our mutual friend comes,
Its time to lose our minds with her
As reality slips away
Into a wonky dreamscape
So familiar – yet so strange
An alternate universe where nothing
Is ever as it seems..
...Or as it once was..
My mind gets s l o w e r
But my thoughts are quick
I am illiterate...breefly.
Pen and paper leave wOnKy SqUiGgLeS
Where poetry should be
Malformed words spew forth from my mind
Like engine oil onto water
Spreading...forming...reforming
Floating, changeable black dots
Only marginally less intelligible...
Its time to lose our minds with her
As reality slips away
Into a wonky dreamscape
So familiar – yet so strange
An alternate universe where nothing
Is ever as it seems..
...Or as it once was..
My mind gets s l o w e r
But my thoughts are quick
I am illiterate...breefly.
Pen and paper leave wOnKy SqUiGgLeS
Where poetry should be
Malformed words spew forth from my mind
Like engine oil onto water
Spreading...forming...reforming
Floating, changeable black dots
Only marginally less intelligible...
714 reads
2 Comments
Cidade do Kaos (At Night)
At the window, I am still.
All around me
Far below me
Darkness Falls
The City slumbers
Rain beats a steady rhythm on the sill and
Cries in sad streams down the window.
Far below me
The roar of traffic deadens to a lazy grumble
Lights zip by
Each hurrying to leave the urban chaos.
Wisps of early hours mist steadily climbs
As the first cry of the dawn chorus is heard.
This is what they call the Witching Hour
A rare 60 minutes of peace,
For a city that never truly sleeps.
All around me
Far below me
Darkness Falls
The City slumbers
Rain beats a steady rhythm on the sill and
Cries in sad streams down the window.
Far below me
The roar of traffic deadens to a lazy grumble
Lights zip by
Each hurrying to leave the urban chaos.
Wisps of early hours mist steadily climbs
As the first cry of the dawn chorus is heard.
This is what they call the Witching Hour
A rare 60 minutes of peace,
For a city that never truly sleeps.
608 reads
6 Comments
My Event Horizon
My burning heart, my dying flame
My vanishing ecstasy.
Mistakes are there to be made and
I know the real you, loves me. Needs me.
More than you can tell me whilst we live
This synthetic dream. More than this
Subversive cycle.
Going round and round and round
In ever decreasing circles.
The bubble will soon burst. Or disappear,
To a point of nothingness,
You are my personal event horizon.
I need this moment, to reflect
On why my heart still aches.
Still longs for you.
Whilst your core is cold, unfeeling.
Filled with...
My vanishing ecstasy.
Mistakes are there to be made and
I know the real you, loves me. Needs me.
More than you can tell me whilst we live
This synthetic dream. More than this
Subversive cycle.
Going round and round and round
In ever decreasing circles.
The bubble will soon burst. Or disappear,
To a point of nothingness,
You are my personal event horizon.
I need this moment, to reflect
On why my heart still aches.
Still longs for you.
Whilst your core is cold, unfeeling.
Filled with...
760 reads
2 Comments
Need - A Haiku
Wanting and needing
Something I can never have
Breaks my heart and soul
Something I can never have
Breaks my heart and soul
597 reads
4 Comments
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