Submissions by Six-Out (Jon Rodgers)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm me. These words, they're me as well. Welcome to my mind.
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Dec 2011 4:25pm
24th Dec 2011 4:25pm
favorite.
the lines
left on my face
from the way
I slept after she left.
they're my only
road back to a point
when I felt
at ease.
so I drink.
to good nights, whispered.
before hearts
learned that melting
isn't always good.
the way we played
favorites.
in foreign rooms.
like stars were alive.
that.
is what I call
one hell of a night.
so dear.
I'll bring colors to the table.
and hand you
every shade of orange.
because, beauty
without happiness.
is like
poetry without ink.
...
left on my face
from the way
I slept after she left.
they're my only
road back to a point
when I felt
at ease.
so I drink.
to good nights, whispered.
before hearts
learned that melting
isn't always good.
the way we played
favorites.
in foreign rooms.
like stars were alive.
that.
is what I call
one hell of a night.
so dear.
I'll bring colors to the table.
and hand you
every shade of orange.
because, beauty
without happiness.
is like
poetry without ink.
...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Dec 2011 4:38pm
4th Dec 2011 4:38pm
-tears. of_ lead
like a lipstick note on the bathroom mirror
your words reflect your [lies]
_:take time 'sweetypie';
as you slam your fist into me- and watch your world shatter
miss-materialistic /drama/queen.
licking my wounds _with your tongue of ::salt
such a [p.i.t.i-ful] excuse
of _something_ -once worth trying for
-
like a broken-hearted goodbye; on a splintered summer morning
your -tears of lead- fall into my chest
hollowpoints:: on silk wings of perfections
ripping [for-got/en] dreams from a fragile mind
my dahlia:; on a funeral...
your words reflect your [lies]
_:take time 'sweetypie';
as you slam your fist into me- and watch your world shatter
miss-materialistic /drama/queen.
licking my wounds _with your tongue of ::salt
such a [p.i.t.i-ful] excuse
of _something_ -once worth trying for
-
like a broken-hearted goodbye; on a splintered summer morning
your -tears of lead- fall into my chest
hollowpoints:: on silk wings of perfections
ripping [for-got/en] dreams from a fragile mind
my dahlia:; on a funeral...
980 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Nov 2011 6:48am
9th Nov 2011 6:48am
superhero.
she's screaming heartbreaks
and bleeding art. again.
and it's always the ones that slipped away
that hurt the most to think of.
she used to say.
and his web is tangled. stringing
words of silk. -and a little
venomous.love.
and he speaks of the missing s
on his chest. but she still
calls him her spiderman
it takes two to tango- but only one to trip
slip a little. and fall to the ground.
she's karma intangible.
his mistakes coming back to praise him
and it's beautiful when she speaks secret seances
singing broken hues of...
and bleeding art. again.
and it's always the ones that slipped away
that hurt the most to think of.
she used to say.
and his web is tangled. stringing
words of silk. -and a little
venomous.love.
and he speaks of the missing s
on his chest. but she still
calls him her spiderman
it takes two to tango- but only one to trip
slip a little. and fall to the ground.
she's karma intangible.
his mistakes coming back to praise him
and it's beautiful when she speaks secret seances
singing broken hues of...
1178 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
8th Nov 2011 1:24am
8th Nov 2011 1:24am
secrets[&]stories
sometimes. you just have to
break windows to make a point.
a testament of your vulnerability.
and the world isn't beautiful simply because
there are water drops on the glass.
in the way that cameras capture the past.
pictures are never worth the words spoken in time.
and there's no such thing as infinity.
the frames are just a little blurry
and you have to remember that
no matter what you do
you will hate life. more than life will hate you.
it's something like the skies whispering answers
in thunderhead form.
and I'll stay...
break windows to make a point.
a testament of your vulnerability.
and the world isn't beautiful simply because
there are water drops on the glass.
in the way that cameras capture the past.
pictures are never worth the words spoken in time.
and there's no such thing as infinity.
the frames are just a little blurry
and you have to remember that
no matter what you do
you will hate life. more than life will hate you.
it's something like the skies whispering answers
in thunderhead form.
and I'll stay...
1200 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Aug 2011 10:17am
24th Aug 2011 10:17am
eloquently sexual.
this tongue.
call it ball-point. forging
letters into your skin
as if it were canvas. my words
tracing beauty marks- down your chest.
in hopes of forming something
resembling the trembling
of your fingers
as I spell
sex
in the most eloquent of ways
and these lips
call them pencil-tips. tracing
lines from chin to adbomen
like notes on sheet music.
speaking sharps to your flat- as legs lift
and within beats of heart and
beads of sweat- this
tastes something
like orchestra
crescendo
stuttered...
call it ball-point. forging
letters into your skin
as if it were canvas. my words
tracing beauty marks- down your chest.
in hopes of forming something
resembling the trembling
of your fingers
as I spell
sex
in the most eloquent of ways
and these lips
call them pencil-tips. tracing
lines from chin to adbomen
like notes on sheet music.
speaking sharps to your flat- as legs lift
and within beats of heart and
beads of sweat- this
tastes something
like orchestra
crescendo
stuttered...
2674 reads
11 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jul 2011 3:59am
29th Jul 2011 3:59am
carpe.f**king.diem
moonlight.twilight
and a mixture of alcohol and sand.
we're lost in oblivion- present tense
with a matchstick bonfire. in our own eyes
we spell out immortality.
tracing the constellations in the sand.
screaming for freedom. we need this peace.
and the world doesn't understand
our motives.
breaking beer bottles on broken dreams
because under this sky. we're golden
and the stars speak silhouettes- the flames dance
and regrets are a thing of the past.
if just for tonight. we might.
live forever.
acoustic chords and...
and a mixture of alcohol and sand.
we're lost in oblivion- present tense
with a matchstick bonfire. in our own eyes
we spell out immortality.
tracing the constellations in the sand.
screaming for freedom. we need this peace.
and the world doesn't understand
our motives.
breaking beer bottles on broken dreams
because under this sky. we're golden
and the stars speak silhouettes- the flames dance
and regrets are a thing of the past.
if just for tonight. we might.
live forever.
acoustic chords and...
1414 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2011 10:01am
22nd Jul 2011 10:01am
nevermore
blank canvas.
like skin- too shades of pale
begging for brushes to touch temples
falling to knees- she'd crumble
in breathtaking agony.
when words destroy distance
and dissonance is merely an exclimation point.
my pen.
it doesn't do her justice.
and she speaks-
in dark blues. I'd take a moment
to compose her. if drops of blood made
sheet music- my spilled ink might
make ears ring in tune
to her singing of heart strings
plucking each to bring forth a .flood.
like pastel lips trace fingertips
down hardwood chests....
like skin- too shades of pale
begging for brushes to touch temples
falling to knees- she'd crumble
in breathtaking agony.
when words destroy distance
and dissonance is merely an exclimation point.
my pen.
it doesn't do her justice.
and she speaks-
in dark blues. I'd take a moment
to compose her. if drops of blood made
sheet music- my spilled ink might
make ears ring in tune
to her singing of heart strings
plucking each to bring forth a .flood.
like pastel lips trace fingertips
down hardwood chests....
887 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Jul 2011 9:41am
8th Jul 2011 9:41am
better.than.you
I am nothing like you'd want me to be.
a plastic landscape of wants.-'what if's and overindulged emotion
perfection on paper/ and a smile of knowing
a simplistic.sentient puppet. on a grand stage of metaphor
an entity of illusion-a being of tranquility
that you'd die to be.
yet I am nothing like you'd wish me to be-
nor do I wish to be what you are
livid- eyes that once burned with passion- blaze with envy
I could drink from the stars and still wave goodbye to the night
with an empty halo above my head- and you'd hate it
the night to...
a plastic landscape of wants.-'what if's and overindulged emotion
perfection on paper/ and a smile of knowing
a simplistic.sentient puppet. on a grand stage of metaphor
an entity of illusion-a being of tranquility
that you'd die to be.
yet I am nothing like you'd wish me to be-
nor do I wish to be what you are
livid- eyes that once burned with passion- blaze with envy
I could drink from the stars and still wave goodbye to the night
with an empty halo above my head- and you'd hate it
the night to...
903 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Jul 2011 9:02am
7th Jul 2011 9:02am
[heat] an experiment in the art of love.f**king
I feel sweat.
my hands heavy- holding your wrists
above your head. this is how we begin.
lips resting on lips.
resulting in something much
more forceful
than simply a kiss.
you push.
silly miss. forcing your body
against mine- somewhat reminiscent of
undressing with intent. I see
that smile you hide behind those lips-
it creeps, the way my hands
slide down your sides: gracing hips
grip tight. a shove and
we become a mismatch of [hers&his]
back on bed. clothes rip.
skin on skin; this
is our kiss.
on lips....
my hands heavy- holding your wrists
above your head. this is how we begin.
lips resting on lips.
resulting in something much
more forceful
than simply a kiss.
you push.
silly miss. forcing your body
against mine- somewhat reminiscent of
undressing with intent. I see
that smile you hide behind those lips-
it creeps, the way my hands
slide down your sides: gracing hips
grip tight. a shove and
we become a mismatch of [hers&his]
back on bed. clothes rip.
skin on skin; this
is our kiss.
on lips....
1747 reads
15 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Jul 2011 7:46am
5th Jul 2011 7:46am
smoking poetry paper like cheap cigars.
I
am
falling
apart.
and I can't seem to fit words into the cracks
like so many times before. maybe I've been glued
by metaphor so many times. that
the descent.
broke me. beyond repair.
or maybe.
I'm just slowly working my way
into reality. and it's a place I never wanted
to visit to begin with.
and it hurts.
that's it. it hurts.
so I write. and I throw it away.
in hopes that everything.
that I felt when I wrote it. would go
with it. but then when the pen stops moving.
I'm left. with paper...
am
falling
apart.
and I can't seem to fit words into the cracks
like so many times before. maybe I've been glued
by metaphor so many times. that
the descent.
broke me. beyond repair.
or maybe.
I'm just slowly working my way
into reality. and it's a place I never wanted
to visit to begin with.
and it hurts.
that's it. it hurts.
so I write. and I throw it away.
in hopes that everything.
that I felt when I wrote it. would go
with it. but then when the pen stops moving.
I'm left. with paper...
866 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Jul 2011 10:36am
4th Jul 2011 10:36am
3 am. [thinking again]
there's a [pounding]
in my chest.space. sounding like
the flashbacks. I get- in tune to the rising
of your chest plate.
the sheets. they speak sin like
wine on any day other than sundays.
and baby.
those lips- they do a lot more
thank sing.
so on these nights.
I ask you to love me as long as the phone rings.
call me your night time king
of something in between reason
and plain/out .fucking.
because those moments between thrusts.
yes, them.
that's the closest we'll ever get
to true love.
so ride me as if I know...
in my chest.space. sounding like
the flashbacks. I get- in tune to the rising
of your chest plate.
the sheets. they speak sin like
wine on any day other than sundays.
and baby.
those lips- they do a lot more
thank sing.
so on these nights.
I ask you to love me as long as the phone rings.
call me your night time king
of something in between reason
and plain/out .fucking.
because those moments between thrusts.
yes, them.
that's the closest we'll ever get
to true love.
so ride me as if I know...
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2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Jul 2011 8:49am
4th Jul 2011 8:49am
unbridled.
youdisgustme]
with my tongue dripping of your deciet-
leaving trails of my conviction. down your chest
your sweat tastes of contempt
-and I hate you for your beauty.
your lips- taste of poison. and a hint of those late night tears
that you so -very- deservingly cry.
brushing the hair out of your eyes. you make me sick
whispering your desires into my ear
as if I could care about you.
a slight kiss- on back of your neck. sending a chill down your spine
breathing my lied loves into your skin.
dragging. my hands up your...
with my tongue dripping of your deciet-
leaving trails of my conviction. down your chest
your sweat tastes of contempt
-and I hate you for your beauty.
your lips- taste of poison. and a hint of those late night tears
that you so -very- deservingly cry.
brushing the hair out of your eyes. you make me sick
whispering your desires into my ear
as if I could care about you.
a slight kiss- on back of your neck. sending a chill down your spine
breathing my lied loves into your skin.
dragging. my hands up your...
1035 reads
4 Comments
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