Submissions by Rhidle (Roger)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm a rough writer trying to improve, writing on whatever I'm feeling in the moment.
Deadbeat parent
I try to be eloquently spoken, no I am not joking as I sit here smoking toking with the smoke cloaking my surroundings. So high it's too late for flight groundings.
The things she does astounding, has my head pounding from thoughts hounding resounding the back of my skull. Even with my senses dull I am still in a rage how did you manage to rattle my cage, setting the stage as I turn the page to a new chapter.
All I hear is cruel laughter, but what comes after I knock you off your feet you deadbeat, metaphorically, listen, because I'm speaking allegorically, I asked that...
The things she does astounding, has my head pounding from thoughts hounding resounding the back of my skull. Even with my senses dull I am still in a rage how did you manage to rattle my cage, setting the stage as I turn the page to a new chapter.
All I hear is cruel laughter, but what comes after I knock you off your feet you deadbeat, metaphorically, listen, because I'm speaking allegorically, I asked that...
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Sedated
No longer sedated, feeling elated, elevated with a mind newly emancipated from the social programming only meant for soul damning, little girls must be thin and boys like he-men, plastic titles that have the unconformed suicidal like a tidal wave of consumer slaves buying into the notion that we must bow down in devotion "in god we trust" to fund our unsated lust for synthetic toys, that bring us no joy, misled by empty marketing ploys leaving us in pain from feeling insane,from not buying the newest thing, inferior, unless we can afford junk promised to make us superior, but what could be...
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Chain Reaction
Break these chains that have my brain trained to maintain, strained beneath the constant drain of what is considered sane. The strange thing is this sustained pain is for the masses.
If you can't see that then it's time for new glasses, cause no one is handing out free passes. When this titan crashes into the pool of life splashes, what do we do.
What ideals do we adhere to, looking at the world through the rear view, trying to see clear who started this chain reaction even though it's to late for a retraction, no redaction of that fateful interaction that put my world...
If you can't see that then it's time for new glasses, cause no one is handing out free passes. When this titan crashes into the pool of life splashes, what do we do.
What ideals do we adhere to, looking at the world through the rear view, trying to see clear who started this chain reaction even though it's to late for a retraction, no redaction of that fateful interaction that put my world...
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Reflection
Allegedly trudging heavily I tread upon the life I once led going over the things I've said holding my breath, my mind trying to rest, trying my best, but there's nothing left to keep my heart bereft from beating out of my chest at her behest. It's worse than petty theft, the emotional neglect going unchecked, a life left wrecked, left behind on the path I've trekked....
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Passion
To look into my lovers eyes and see the crashing waves from the massive hurricane of passion stirred by her emotions for me. To hear her heavy breathes and watch the rising and falling of her gentle bosom at a pace growing faster and to hear her soft slow moans of pleasure become screams of ecstasy and pleasure induced by my strong embrace, and the entanglement of our bodies, our souls. Two hearts beating as one beating so loud and fast as to drown out the world so that only one furious storm of passion exists at the center of eternity. Her and I locked together for eternity in one moment....
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Crazy
Have you ever written so clever that who so ever read your pleasure thought it treasure beyond any measure. This is the writers very goal to give the reader a peace of his soul because he cannot be whole until his story he's told so let his story take hold his story line gold a story so bold with a woman so cold, a story so old that will never grow old even if it is told again over ten fold, because everyone has done the dance of a doomed romance when all you wanted was a chance, at her heart, but she only gave you her pants, that might seem funny at a glance, but think about it when you get...
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The Love We Make
These words are but a token of emotions that are spoken, written while I am smoking, toking, trust that I'm not joking, these thoughts you are provoking.
It's your body I want to spend my time exploring, your heart and mind adoring, lost in you while the rest of the world I'm ignoring, because next to you everything else is boring.
You cause a lust in me I can't control, every inch of your body I want to know. Tracing lines gentle and slow taking my time to let anticipation grow, exciting you to the limits of physical and mental passion throes, making you...
It's your body I want to spend my time exploring, your heart and mind adoring, lost in you while the rest of the world I'm ignoring, because next to you everything else is boring.
You cause a lust in me I can't control, every inch of your body I want to know. Tracing lines gentle and slow taking my time to let anticipation grow, exciting you to the limits of physical and mental passion throes, making you...
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Real Love
I'm writing this love letter because you bring me divine pleasure making me richer than any treasure every moment with you just makes my life better, completely unfettered.
This connection, more than natural selection, causing my predelection for your unnatural perfection changing my direction, with a much needed course correction, looking into your eyes seeing both heaven and hells reflection, leaving me lost in introspection, fumbling for answers to unfamiliar questions about my willingness to offer my heart's dissection for but a moment of your affection.
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This connection, more than natural selection, causing my predelection for your unnatural perfection changing my direction, with a much needed course correction, looking into your eyes seeing both heaven and hells reflection, leaving me lost in introspection, fumbling for answers to unfamiliar questions about my willingness to offer my heart's dissection for but a moment of your affection.
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Who am I?
Who am I? Am I that guy I once despised and kicked in the side every time he was down because I thought he was a clown. Unable to lift himself up, you could tell his mind was fucked, his only function was the deconstruction of his own thoughts letting his heart and spirit rot. A hollow shell, living within his own personal hell wondering why he would dwell in such a putrid cell full of putrid smells of his self loathing a killer in victim's clothing? No, that is not who I am. I am a man that stands on his own two feet yet is not afraid to weep wrangling his destiny giving it the best of me....
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Just My Type
The elegance of common sense cannot be over rated, the relevence of pure intellgence will never be out dated and it cannot be overstated, that finding you posses both qualities has me wildly elated. It's no coincidence that ever sense I've been convinced you broke the mold the day you were created and I can't tell you how long with baited breath for you I've waited for the day my need for you would finally be sated, for my heart and mind to finally be mated.
At long last someone who really gets it, that has a quick wit, likes to get lit, and like me a beautiful misfit,...
At long last someone who really gets it, that has a quick wit, likes to get lit, and like me a beautiful misfit,...
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To My Future Wife
Hey pretty lady, don't keep me waiting, it wouldn't be overstating to say I've been anticipating your tantalizing, poetry inspiring, love without requiring the complete rewiring of my never tiring synaptic firing Prefrontal Cortex wondering what's next, perplexed by your subtext under this context, wondering if rough sex is what's next but, what's best, locking my chest and heading west to new suns setting, betting, that soon I'll be jet-setting to destinations exotic out in the tropics wearing dark optics with you by my side taking life in stride not having to hide or be despised for...
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Served and Set
I will no longer keep my rage trapped in it's cage, it's too late you have moved out of the gate and my emotions for you now will dissipate, nothing left to do but commiserate you. Your low self respect went unchecked and you took it out on me which isn't fair you see. Like I was fucked up needing fixing but, you're the one fucking so much they call you dicksin. I say fuck you and fuck everything you do, I am tired of keeping your secrets, if someone were to ask I'd probably leak it. Though that is not who I am but, for you I don't give a damn. Of these things you stand accused, harming the...
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