Submissions by ScarlettA (Scarlett_A)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
For the protection of the public, the last guy burned the map.
EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Sep 2016 5:56pm
8th Sep 2016 5:56pm
Eye Contact
I say “How’s your day?” but want to whisper “come here”
You reply “it’s good” instead of pulling me near you
I ask if you’re headed out but would rather be lowering myself down your core
You nod yes and bite your lip but want to bite mine
“Cool” I respond as I picture kissing you like our plane is going down
We both exhale and I leave without listening to your eyes, yelling at me to stay
You reply “it’s good” instead of pulling me near you
I ask if you’re headed out but would rather be lowering myself down your core
You nod yes and bite your lip but want to bite mine
“Cool” I respond as I picture kissing you like our plane is going down
We both exhale and I leave without listening to your eyes, yelling at me to stay
1036 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Aug 2016 4:57pm
26th Aug 2016 4:57pm
Speechless
I can never stumble
on the right words
the dislocated ones I find,
just fall and tumble
out of my mouth, bumbling
it's too hard to navigate word order
through the fog of dizziness
the tip of your tongue evokes
disoriented busyness
disrupts my thought process
and causes my heart to erupt
while my vernacular chokes
on the right words
the dislocated ones I find,
just fall and tumble
out of my mouth, bumbling
it's too hard to navigate word order
through the fog of dizziness
the tip of your tongue evokes
disoriented busyness
disrupts my thought process
and causes my heart to erupt
while my vernacular chokes
747 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Aug 2016 7:27pm
19th Aug 2016 7:27pm
See Me
you never saw the enamored expression,
my sprawled infatuation, when I’d watch your face
because your gaze was always intercepted
with the loving look, you paid your phone
your heart never fell to the floor when my dress would
because your heart was never there to drop
you’ll never know how easy I would have been to please
because my happiness never made your to do list
you saw me the way you see your window pane,
dazing past it at something much prettier
my sprawled infatuation, when I’d watch your face
because your gaze was always intercepted
with the loving look, you paid your phone
your heart never fell to the floor when my dress would
because your heart was never there to drop
you’ll never know how easy I would have been to please
because my happiness never made your to do list
you saw me the way you see your window pane,
dazing past it at something much prettier
694 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jun 2016 10:37pm
24th Jun 2016 10:37pm
Sleeping
I'll seduce you with my "Daddy Issues" broken look
and leave you wondering if you can't fuck the needle out of my arm
I get off watching you have to think about the men that violate me
(men who don't want me like you do)
I want to see you die in the wake of my poor, self-generated, prognosis and bury me before I'm dead
Sleeping on your chest while my self-harm keeps you awake, is the only time I feel alive
and leave you wondering if you can't fuck the needle out of my arm
I get off watching you have to think about the men that violate me
(men who don't want me like you do)
I want to see you die in the wake of my poor, self-generated, prognosis and bury me before I'm dead
Sleeping on your chest while my self-harm keeps you awake, is the only time I feel alive
762 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Mar 2016 6:52pm
7th Mar 2016 6:52pm
Open
your eyes railed to mine
like the collide of a train wreck
becoming intertwined
and not easy to tare away
your intentional locked stare
forces me to exhale
while your smile has me forgetting,
all the while, to altogether breathe
I imagine the tips of your fingers;
how'd they feel down my throat
and the heights of intimacy
I might show you,
with just my bottom lip
Not touching you is like pouring kerosene over an open fantasy
like the collide of a train wreck
becoming intertwined
and not easy to tare away
your intentional locked stare
forces me to exhale
while your smile has me forgetting,
all the while, to altogether breathe
I imagine the tips of your fingers;
how'd they feel down my throat
and the heights of intimacy
I might show you,
with just my bottom lip
Not touching you is like pouring kerosene over an open fantasy
747 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Feb 2016 9:42pm
9th Feb 2016 9:42pm
The Digger
Shoveling all night
Abandoning sleep
From 4 to 5
Than 12 feet deep
There she’s buried
Left far behind
Still though pristine
And past flat-lined
Wiping dead tears
Off her muddied face
A fucked song, gone wrong
With no Amazed Grace
Dirt covered he whispers
Saying a vow,
“He can’t hurt you again,
when I’ve got you now”
Her eyes open, slow
To looking around
Seeing she’s lost
For just being found
“Where is he though?”
She asks so afraid
The Digger, he pulls her
From down where she laid
He smiles and...
Abandoning sleep
From 4 to 5
Than 12 feet deep
There she’s buried
Left far behind
Still though pristine
And past flat-lined
Wiping dead tears
Off her muddied face
A fucked song, gone wrong
With no Amazed Grace
Dirt covered he whispers
Saying a vow,
“He can’t hurt you again,
when I’ve got you now”
Her eyes open, slow
To looking around
Seeing she’s lost
For just being found
“Where is he though?”
She asks so afraid
The Digger, he pulls her
From down where she laid
He smiles and...
781 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Oct 2015 11:28pm
21st Oct 2015 11:28pm
Soulmates through Sunday
I wonder if maybe
the universe brought us to meet
to discover together,
the secret to life?
Than it occurred to me
that we already did,
back there in that hotel room.
Two singles, a single soul
and dismantled antique headboard.
A fleeting weekend
that has sustained me
through dark hours
and weeks to follow.
Something to smile about
through the pain
or laugh all the while for
looking into fears ugly eyes
and something to...
the universe brought us to meet
to discover together,
the secret to life?
Than it occurred to me
that we already did,
back there in that hotel room.
Two singles, a single soul
and dismantled antique headboard.
A fleeting weekend
that has sustained me
through dark hours
and weeks to follow.
Something to smile about
through the pain
or laugh all the while for
looking into fears ugly eyes
and something to...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Oct 2015 00:29am
1st Oct 2015 00:29am
Goodbye Ole Friend
I can't be your "Little Thing"
not another day or hour.
No, not even for a last song.
You've broke me like a whisky binge.
So, I'll walk my shame on home,
where you won't and cannot be.
Our last round was served and drank,
long before this last call.
We'll fuck in different beds tonight,
wake up to something new.
We were no good for each other
but this goodbye, ole friend, is good.
not another day or hour.
No, not even for a last song.
You've broke me like a whisky binge.
So, I'll walk my shame on home,
where you won't and cannot be.
Our last round was served and drank,
long before this last call.
We'll fuck in different beds tonight,
wake up to something new.
We were no good for each other
but this goodbye, ole friend, is good.
588 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Sep 2015 9:24pm
30th Sep 2015 9:24pm
Oh So Pretty
Her gorgeous thoughts
and pretty mind,
a beautiful psyche
and astonishing vernacular.
The attractive way
she deduces reasoning
and seduces you
with her intelligent wit.
If you can't see
past her lovely face,
peering through
her perfect body,
you will miss out
on all that makes her...
well, indescribable.
and pretty mind,
a beautiful psyche
and astonishing vernacular.
The attractive way
she deduces reasoning
and seduces you
with her intelligent wit.
If you can't see
past her lovely face,
peering through
her perfect body,
you will miss out
on all that makes her...
well, indescribable.
643 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Jul 2015 6:10am
9th Jul 2015 6:10am
Saints and Swearing
I know what love is. It's patient and it's kind. It's cooking 3 meals a day for a grieving army. It's a perfectly timed hug, followed by a homemade cocktail. It's an 8am car ride to a funeral when you got off work at 5am. It's blowing throw a stop sign at a construction site to ensure timeliness to a service. It's 100 man hours crafting the most beautiful box the world has ever known. It's a gentle "it's ok" in a cemetery. It's the pep talk of a lifetime when morale is at its lowest. It is balancing babies and heartache gracefully. It's much needed humor in the midst of despair. ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th May 2015 5:49pm
13th May 2015 5:49pm
meet you there
a mattress on your floor
our chamber
this apartment, our lair
the street corner
our solitaire venture for more
be my Sid, I'll show you Nancy
our bodies thin
our drug seduced delusion, thinner
substance induced love
you whisper vacant and numb
"You're what whisky lives for
and food for the bottle you drink,"
like a strung out Shakespeare
and my kinda fairy tale
our chamber
this apartment, our lair
the street corner
our solitaire venture for more
be my Sid, I'll show you Nancy
our bodies thin
our drug seduced delusion, thinner
substance induced love
you whisper vacant and numb
"You're what whisky lives for
and food for the bottle you drink,"
like a strung out Shakespeare
and my kinda fairy tale
849 reads
14 Comments
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