Submissions by SayQuois (JeremyK)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
don't know what to say here. I like darker themes around isolation, loneliness, anxiety, doubt... but with hope and promise, that I'm just not looking at things right most of the time. And I've just found out that I like erotica... a lot
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2023 5:46pm
3rd Aug 2023 5:46pm
A Part
Could never see the whole,
While picking through the parts;
Could never sense my body,
I was made of broken hearts.
I'm told there is a forest,
I'm just bumping into trees;
I'm blind to the Divine and Holy,
But see suckers on their knees.
She pointed at the mountain,
"Don't you see, it's there!"
"That pile of dirt and rocks?
Please, just let me stroke your hair."
I hear that there's a neighbourhood,
I know there's stores and such;
And plentiful shuffling junkies,
I see one beaten...
While picking through the parts;
Could never sense my body,
I was made of broken hearts.
I'm told there is a forest,
I'm just bumping into trees;
I'm blind to the Divine and Holy,
But see suckers on their knees.
She pointed at the mountain,
"Don't you see, it's there!"
"That pile of dirt and rocks?
Please, just let me stroke your hair."
I hear that there's a neighbourhood,
I know there's stores and such;
And plentiful shuffling junkies,
I see one beaten...
#loneliness
#identity
#SelfReflection
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jul 2023 6:10pm
26th Jul 2023 6:10pm
Can't Fix Stupid
Eyes turned to sky
Slip your watch from your wrist
Then close my fist, blow a kiss, say
"Oh dear how time does fly"
And while you see the white space on your skin where your time briefly occupied,
While the cogs of your brain slowly grind
I help myself to a slice or four of your pie
Right from out under your nose
As to why I say why what what why,
you're high and that's a liberal lie,
say the same thing, in repeated moans
Til I spill untold millions of my spawn
In your girl's "for chirch only" panty hose. ...
Slip your watch from your wrist
Then close my fist, blow a kiss, say
"Oh dear how time does fly"
And while you see the white space on your skin where your time briefly occupied,
While the cogs of your brain slowly grind
I help myself to a slice or four of your pie
Right from out under your nose
As to why I say why what what why,
you're high and that's a liberal lie,
say the same thing, in repeated moans
Til I spill untold millions of my spawn
In your girl's "for chirch only" panty hose. ...
#death
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Jul 2023 2:47am
21st Jul 2023 2:47am
What am I missing?
Groggy-headed, pasty-mouthed,
Moldy tongue, looking south,
Scratched my hair upon my head,
Then my balls. Hmm.. this is not my bed
This house is strange but not my plight,
'Twas not, I sensed, an atypical night,
Of drink and drug and debauchery,
And what's this? Some casual archery?
"Well that's a first" , I managed a thought,
Instinctively seeking to fill the blank slot;
How on earth did my best shirt get pinned up,
Along with a skirt and and many bras of each cup?
With a blink and a double...
Moldy tongue, looking south,
Scratched my hair upon my head,
Then my balls. Hmm.. this is not my bed
This house is strange but not my plight,
'Twas not, I sensed, an atypical night,
Of drink and drug and debauchery,
And what's this? Some casual archery?
"Well that's a first" , I managed a thought,
Instinctively seeking to fill the blank slot;
How on earth did my best shirt get pinned up,
Along with a skirt and and many bras of each cup?
With a blink and a double...
#regret
#sex
#funny
220 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Jul 2023 7:30am
20th Jul 2023 7:30am
Just one vote
I could grab the pussy of the Speaker's wife,
Look Kevin in his eyes and ask "Whatchya gonna do?"
Then poke at his crotch with a ginsu knife,
I forgot, those are already under my shoe.
Look Kevin in his eyes and ask "Whatchya gonna do?"
Then poke at his crotch with a ginsu knife,
I forgot, those are already under my shoe.
#corruption
#politics
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Jul 2023 4:23pm
17th Jul 2023 4:23pm
Got Money?
Got Money is the song at the top of the charts,
Even when it's called Broken Teeth or it's called Broken Hearts,
God Money is the vibe on the block that you hear,
And it's funny and it's also just a little bit queer
That money could be conjured from a young child's ear?
Play money
So money is the subject, the object is paper,
Get enough paper for a guest skyscraper,
Throw enough paper and you never did rape her
For a high enough price justice becomes vapour
Sick money.
Is How I bought a yacht for my...
Even when it's called Broken Teeth or it's called Broken Hearts,
God Money is the vibe on the block that you hear,
And it's funny and it's also just a little bit queer
That money could be conjured from a young child's ear?
Play money
So money is the subject, the object is paper,
Get enough paper for a guest skyscraper,
Throw enough paper and you never did rape her
For a high enough price justice becomes vapour
Sick money.
Is How I bought a yacht for my...
#power
#money
#greed
304 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Jul 2023 5:37am
17th Jul 2023 5:37am
Absolutely
When I wake up from the dream in which I've fileted myself,
And somehow got or found myself conveyed by a conveyor belt,
And saw myself cellophane wrapped, priced to sell on a grocery shelf,
My best before is my date of birth, and
My name misspelt,
And I'm sweating and grasping and trembling frightened that my face will melt...
Should I call and make an appointment?
Absolutely.
When my blinds are closed and my eyes peak out,
And my softest breath an exposing shout,
but I laugh out loud and feel awfully...
And somehow got or found myself conveyed by a conveyor belt,
And saw myself cellophane wrapped, priced to sell on a grocery shelf,
My best before is my date of birth, and
My name misspelt,
And I'm sweating and grasping and trembling frightened that my face will melt...
Should I call and make an appointment?
Absolutely.
When my blinds are closed and my eyes peak out,
And my softest breath an exposing shout,
but I laugh out loud and feel awfully...
#anxiety
#depression
#grief #MentalHealth
#grief #MentalHealth
244 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jul 2023 9:54pm
13th Jul 2023 9:54pm
Do You Read Me?
Do you read me, do you feel me,
do you speak to me through the TV?
When I'm dead and gone no longer breathing,
Will you reach out to me through the Ouija,
In a dark room or an ark adrift on a blue sea?
When I call your name and you get all queasy, will you light the space, seek the path that's easy?
Are you fine now, peacefully sleeping,
Or still feeding my ego with unceasing weeping?
And grieving, your breath hot and heaving, hitching chest, a loop of my leaving?
Is your chest tight, is your mind not quite
At its...
do you speak to me through the TV?
When I'm dead and gone no longer breathing,
Will you reach out to me through the Ouija,
In a dark room or an ark adrift on a blue sea?
When I call your name and you get all queasy, will you light the space, seek the path that's easy?
Are you fine now, peacefully sleeping,
Or still feeding my ego with unceasing weeping?
And grieving, your breath hot and heaving, hitching chest, a loop of my leaving?
Is your chest tight, is your mind not quite
At its...
#grief
#breakup
#MentalHealth #honesty
#MentalHealth #honesty
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EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Jul 2023 9:03am
11th Jul 2023 9:03am
If Black is not a Colour
#love
#sex
#erotic #passion
#erotic #passion
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EROTIC POEM
Published
29th May 2023 11:56pm
29th May 2023 11:56pm
This is Not a Poem About Cocks
#lust
#sex
#dirty #bisexual
#dirty #bisexual
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Apr 2019 10:41pm
12th Apr 2019 10:41pm
Feathers
Feathers
So small a thing, this
simple wish for you, my dear:
that my love lifts you.
So unrelenting
a thing, this g[r]asping ego:
bringing low my love.
Such power -us two,
in our caressing embrace:
to brush away fear
with feathers.
So small a thing, this
simple wish for you, my dear:
that my love lifts you.
So unrelenting
a thing, this g[r]asping ego:
bringing low my love.
Such power -us two,
in our caressing embrace:
to brush away fear
with feathers.
#love
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Apr 2019 10:38pm
12th Apr 2019 10:38pm
Written by Alesha
I am sure in love. When have I felt so contented so naturally?
When have I felt that my body weight and dimensions were just as they should be? When have I paid attention to
such things at all?
I had never felt entirely welcome in the pull of this earth's gravity.
In this moment, though, I can lay on this earth and in this earth and
it is a luxurious bed
fit for a King, made by my Queen.
But also this. Here. Watch
me grow wings and soar,
lifted by this powerful gift of wings my Queen bestowed.
I recline just as well and sweetly in the...
When have I felt that my body weight and dimensions were just as they should be? When have I paid attention to
such things at all?
I had never felt entirely welcome in the pull of this earth's gravity.
In this moment, though, I can lay on this earth and in this earth and
it is a luxurious bed
fit for a King, made by my Queen.
But also this. Here. Watch
me grow wings and soar,
lifted by this powerful gift of wings my Queen bestowed.
I recline just as well and sweetly in the...
#love
#erotic
#lover #sensual
#lover #sensual
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Apr 2019 2:26am
1st Apr 2019 2:26am
Some Dead Ones Must Feel This Way
How many times in 24 hours
(and counting)
can a man be killed by his love?
By my reckoning, there were 12 successful hits
in the first 10 minutes.
The weapons of choice:
This doesn't work for me;
you have no say;
this is a lot of drama ;
dial it back, like 90;
I need to hang out with fabulous people who spoil me;
Ohhh, it is controlling my sexuality;
OMG, get some perspective
If the situation is not compelling enough for me to choose, that is not my
...
(and counting)
can a man be killed by his love?
By my reckoning, there were 12 successful hits
in the first 10 minutes.
The weapons of choice:
This doesn't work for me;
you have no say;
this is a lot of drama ;
dial it back, like 90;
I need to hang out with fabulous people who spoil me;
Ohhh, it is controlling my sexuality;
OMG, get some perspective
If the situation is not compelling enough for me to choose, that is not my
...
#love
#heartbroken
#breakup
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