Submissions by Ruksin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd May 2014 7:24am
23rd May 2014 7:24am
Under the sky-night
Is it just the beginning? just the beginning...
the coming and going of faint sunset...All rosy and salmon-pink...palm trees swayed to the gentle breeze in the warm tropical sunset...the air was pregnant with the smell of salt.. the sky darken with stars... Marking the end of my innocents..
A whisper of the night, turns into full of desires...
A gasp of sweet surrender to his caresses..
As the passion fuels the fire..
Nervous and yet so comfortable...
as the wind breeze kiss the trunk of palm tree gently... he strips my soul with his kisses...
As sky...
the coming and going of faint sunset...All rosy and salmon-pink...palm trees swayed to the gentle breeze in the warm tropical sunset...the air was pregnant with the smell of salt.. the sky darken with stars... Marking the end of my innocents..
A whisper of the night, turns into full of desires...
A gasp of sweet surrender to his caresses..
As the passion fuels the fire..
Nervous and yet so comfortable...
as the wind breeze kiss the trunk of palm tree gently... he strips my soul with his kisses...
As sky...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd May 2014 10:35am
22nd May 2014 10:35am
CRAVING
After all it is just a crush (she thinks) or .... is it lust?
As she drift into the velvet of the night... she wants him so bad, she wants him below her.. inside her... consuming all her desires.
craving for his kisses that nourish her soul...
his touch... that makes her chamber warm and flutters fragile as a butterfly...
his electrical sparking eyes that ignite her blood to flow
Her body aching for his like a swarm of worms attacking a corpse
she knows it dangerous... for this sensual hunger... craving for moment under the stars....
As she drift into the velvet of the night... she wants him so bad, she wants him below her.. inside her... consuming all her desires.
craving for his kisses that nourish her soul...
his touch... that makes her chamber warm and flutters fragile as a butterfly...
his electrical sparking eyes that ignite her blood to flow
Her body aching for his like a swarm of worms attacking a corpse
she knows it dangerous... for this sensual hunger... craving for moment under the stars....
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SELF POEM
Published
21st May 2014 5:42am
21st May 2014 5:42am
FAREWELL
This poem is about my grief and loss of someone precious to me than anything in world could offer... I lost my grandpa last night...
To everything there is a season...
from the seed that yesterday withered bloom... to morning sunrise
from the time you cast away stones .... to time you gather them together...
from time of war.... to time of peace..
Cloud of affection from his eyes... now conceal with emptiness of age descries... clear from the night... his strength was gone... his heart weakens..
Go back to sleep now grandpa and I may...
To everything there is a season...
from the seed that yesterday withered bloom... to morning sunrise
from the time you cast away stones .... to time you gather them together...
from time of war.... to time of peace..
Cloud of affection from his eyes... now conceal with emptiness of age descries... clear from the night... his strength was gone... his heart weakens..
Go back to sleep now grandpa and I may...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st May 2014 5:31am
21st May 2014 5:31am
FAREWELL
This poem is about my grief and loss of someone precious to me than anything in world could offer... I lost my grandpa last night...
To everything there is a season...
from the seed that yesterday withered bloom... to morning sunrise
from the time you cast away stones .... to time you gather them together...
from time of war.... to time of peace..
Cloud of affection from his eyes... now conceal with emptiness of age descries... clear from the night... his strength was gone... his heart weakens..
Go back to sleep now grandpa and I may leave a...
To everything there is a season...
from the seed that yesterday withered bloom... to morning sunrise
from the time you cast away stones .... to time you gather them together...
from time of war.... to time of peace..
Cloud of affection from his eyes... now conceal with emptiness of age descries... clear from the night... his strength was gone... his heart weakens..
Go back to sleep now grandpa and I may leave a...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
18th May 2014 11:01am
18th May 2014 11:01am
for love...
Is it love... Is it lust
doesn't matter any more
I think about thee
the way our bodies..... drawn by the passion like a bee to a flower
for love ... for lust
I want to feel his lips upon my mouth
his hand upon my breast.. a shiver... I want...
his kisses through my vein.. arousing my soul with desire..
making me crawl and creep... down on my knees..
I want him, I want more...I want one more night....
for love.... for lust
doesn't matter any more
I think about thee
the way our bodies..... drawn by the passion like a bee to a flower
for love ... for lust
I want to feel his lips upon my mouth
his hand upon my breast.. a shiver... I want...
his kisses through my vein.. arousing my soul with desire..
making me crawl and creep... down on my knees..
I want him, I want more...I want one more night....
for love.... for lust
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
11th Dec 2013 4:33am
11th Dec 2013 4:33am
LIPS OF ANGEL
It should have been raining. It almost always rains in the movies when girls get their heart broken. When that young man with a bitter sweet smile and “I’m sorry” eyes shows up on the door steps; telling his sweetheart that he is going off to war or beginning a battle with a fatal disease.
Instead here I am: the blundering heroine of my own crazy film, with a script that seems to have a few gaping holes where all the witty lines are supposed to be. In strange yet familiar country, where old men sat on wooden bench beneath a large tree and predicting how France would perform in the world...
Instead here I am: the blundering heroine of my own crazy film, with a script that seems to have a few gaping holes where all the witty lines are supposed to be. In strange yet familiar country, where old men sat on wooden bench beneath a large tree and predicting how France would perform in the world...
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STORY POEM
Published
11th Dec 2013 4:30am
11th Dec 2013 4:30am
LIPS OF ANGEL
It should have been raining. It almost always rains in the movies when girls get their heart broken. When that young man with a bitter sweet smile and “I’m sorry” eyes shows up on the door steps; telling his sweetheart that he is going off to war or beginning a battle with a fatal disease.
Instead here I am: the blundering heroine of my own crazy film, with a script that seems to have a few gaping holes where all the witty lines are supposed to be. In strange yet familiar country, where old men sat on wooden bench beneath a large tree and predicting how France would perform in the world...
Instead here I am: the blundering heroine of my own crazy film, with a script that seems to have a few gaping holes where all the witty lines are supposed to be. In strange yet familiar country, where old men sat on wooden bench beneath a large tree and predicting how France would perform in the world...
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Nov 2013 2:57pm
19th Nov 2013 2:57pm
IF YOU LOVED ME
If you loved me
I would be born in your glance
My soul would grow in your kisses
My heart would be awaken by your sweet voice like new dawn
If you loved me
I would have million reason to wake up each morning
My life would have thousands reasons to go on
I would renounce everything without regarding
I would be your wonder woman, always fighting your battles and never leave your side
If you loved me
I would die for you
I would lie for you
I would kill for you
If you loved me
Money, fortune, fame would mean nothing
you...
I would be born in your glance
My soul would grow in your kisses
My heart would be awaken by your sweet voice like new dawn
If you loved me
I would have million reason to wake up each morning
My life would have thousands reasons to go on
I would renounce everything without regarding
I would be your wonder woman, always fighting your battles and never leave your side
If you loved me
I would die for you
I would lie for you
I would kill for you
If you loved me
Money, fortune, fame would mean nothing
you...
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Nov 2013 11:56am
18th Nov 2013 11:56am
SOMETIMES
Sometimes I feel so high, I can smell heaven
Sometimes I feel so low, I can reach hell
Sometimes when I make too much sense that's when I make no sense at all
Sometimes when I think am normal that's when am abnormal
Sometimes when I found myself lost that's when am in the right place
Sometimes I get caught between the yesterday that has gone and the tomorrow that is yet to come
Sometimes I can not tell reality from fantasy
Sometimes its me, sometimes its my reflection
Sometimes, am so sad that it leads to depression, a river of no return...
Sometimes I feel so low, I can reach hell
Sometimes when I make too much sense that's when I make no sense at all
Sometimes when I think am normal that's when am abnormal
Sometimes when I found myself lost that's when am in the right place
Sometimes I get caught between the yesterday that has gone and the tomorrow that is yet to come
Sometimes I can not tell reality from fantasy
Sometimes its me, sometimes its my reflection
Sometimes, am so sad that it leads to depression, a river of no return...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Nov 2013 7:52am
5th Nov 2013 7:52am
TO MY MOTHERS
A mother's love is something that words can not express
it is endless and unselfish, full of sacrifice, enduring all kind of pain
I was blessed to have two mothers,
They say adopted children are the chosen one, just like in Matrix, taking the red and blue pills where you have a choice to make, a choice between embracing something new and leaving behind your ancient life only to appear in history channel.
It's been twenty years since I last saw her, my birth mother.
She was the most beautiful lady, proud like the queen of Sheba, with scents of souks, strong like...
it is endless and unselfish, full of sacrifice, enduring all kind of pain
I was blessed to have two mothers,
They say adopted children are the chosen one, just like in Matrix, taking the red and blue pills where you have a choice to make, a choice between embracing something new and leaving behind your ancient life only to appear in history channel.
It's been twenty years since I last saw her, my birth mother.
She was the most beautiful lady, proud like the queen of Sheba, with scents of souks, strong like...
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2013 5:39pm
3rd Nov 2013 5:39pm
WHAT SHOULD I DO
What should I do? Where shall I begin?
Should I follow my heart or my brain
Should I become a modern girl or traditional one
Should I express all my burning desire for him or erase it
What should I do? Where shall I begin?
Should I seek for his love or walk away
Should I seek for his touch, his kisses or pretend....
What should I do? Where shall I begin?
I'm confused and nothing seem clear,
That I wish it was so dear
What if I approach him with some indication would he accept it or cause denotation?
What should I do? Where shall...
Should I follow my heart or my brain
Should I become a modern girl or traditional one
Should I express all my burning desire for him or erase it
What should I do? Where shall I begin?
Should I seek for his love or walk away
Should I seek for his touch, his kisses or pretend....
What should I do? Where shall I begin?
I'm confused and nothing seem clear,
That I wish it was so dear
What if I approach him with some indication would he accept it or cause denotation?
What should I do? Where shall...
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