Submissions by StaveleyJ
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My muse is a fleeting chimera Who flits between further and nearer. Her obvious goal Is obscuring her role And not making anything clearer.
My Brother’s Head
When I asked him what it was about
He told me of the books and their desire
How his head was riddled with the doubt
If only I could turn it inside out
And pick the damaged neurons as they fire
If only I could rub the history out
The doctor came and said there was no doubt
He filled the forms the hospitals require
But all the things he said were just locked out
What are the ends we hope to bring about
How can we make the outcomes we desire
Not think about the things we think about
I look into his eyes and want...
He told me of the books and their desire
How his head was riddled with the doubt
If only I could turn it inside out
And pick the damaged neurons as they fire
If only I could rub the history out
The doctor came and said there was no doubt
He filled the forms the hospitals require
But all the things he said were just locked out
What are the ends we hope to bring about
How can we make the outcomes we desire
Not think about the things we think about
I look into his eyes and want...
#MentalHealth
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The Perfect Match
#sex
#obsession
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Celestine
I find my thoughts are filled with Celestine.
She wrote about her deep and dark desire
so any time I see her on my screen
my each and every thought is so unclean
it leads me to an all-consuming fire.
I so wish to defile pure Celestine,
that she will be my slave girl, or blaspheme
by dressing as the nun that I desire.
Or I could use her like a captured queen
locked in stocks and fucked by a machine
as I pump her mouth until I fire.
In the library run by Celestine
I want to whip her cunt, to hear her scream. ...
She wrote about her deep and dark desire
so any time I see her on my screen
my each and every thought is so unclean
it leads me to an all-consuming fire.
I so wish to defile pure Celestine,
that she will be my slave girl, or blaspheme
by dressing as the nun that I desire.
Or I could use her like a captured queen
locked in stocks and fucked by a machine
as I pump her mouth until I fire.
In the library run by Celestine
I want to whip her cunt, to hear her scream. ...
#lust
#sex
#BDSM
#temptation
#obsession
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A Note From a Special Adviser
Don’t think of my journey, my secret escape,
My rush to the country despite the red tape,
Driving my car like a half-rabid ape.
This special adviser’s a keeper.
Don’t think of my silence when Ferguson fell,
The gaps in the story my wife chose to tell,
Whilst knowing that I had been selfish as hell,
Ignoring the graph getting steeper.
I merely left town without telling the boss,
The Cabinet Sec. or the junior dross.
Missing her birthday would make my wife cross,
Don’t forget I’m a terrible creeper.
Forget that our...
My rush to the country despite the red tape,
Driving my car like a half-rabid ape.
This special adviser’s a keeper.
Don’t think of my silence when Ferguson fell,
The gaps in the story my wife chose to tell,
Whilst knowing that I had been selfish as hell,
Ignoring the graph getting steeper.
I merely left town without telling the boss,
The Cabinet Sec. or the junior dross.
Missing her birthday would make my wife cross,
Don’t forget I’m a terrible creeper.
Forget that our...
#corruption
#ignorance
#deception
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Kintsugi Round
Now the plate has shattered on the ground
Leaving little clues as to its form
Each an angled shard of something round
In our heads we all replay the sound
Our hearts each recollect a different form
Whilst we struggle, struggle with the round
Entropy borrows the profound
The strongest bodies struggle to transform
Now the plate has shattered on the ground
Whilst we struggle, struggle with the form
Leaving little clues as to its form
Each an angled shard of something round
In our heads we all replay the sound
Our hearts each recollect a different form
Whilst we struggle, struggle with the round
Entropy borrows the profound
The strongest bodies struggle to transform
Now the plate has shattered on the ground
Whilst we struggle, struggle with the form
#WritingPoetry
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I Love
#sex
#power
#BDSM
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The Conversation
#sex
#erotic
#dialogue
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Shipping Forecast
I'm drifting on an airbed in an ocean,
Typing random Morse code on my phone.
My bed lacks you as far as the horizon.
Without you here I really feel alone.
I cannot know the depths that must be travelled,
The waves that must be ridden to a fall.
The rigging of my craft is lost, unravelled,
By Lundy, Fastnet, Irish Sea, Rockall.
I call your name into misty space,
The sounds disperse like snowflakes into sea,
Ritual words, sometimes understood,
In South Utsire, Forties, Cromarty.
It's five o'clock. I'm lying in the...
Typing random Morse code on my phone.
My bed lacks you as far as the horizon.
Without you here I really feel alone.
I cannot know the depths that must be travelled,
The waves that must be ridden to a fall.
The rigging of my craft is lost, unravelled,
By Lundy, Fastnet, Irish Sea, Rockall.
I call your name into misty space,
The sounds disperse like snowflakes into sea,
Ritual words, sometimes understood,
In South Utsire, Forties, Cromarty.
It's five o'clock. I'm lying in the...
#insomnia
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Your New Boyfriend
He is tall enough. Dark, nearly handsome.
On your first date, he’ll be sure to tell you
His last ex was a psycho bitch from hell.
He’ll tell you, that when he and his first wife
Had their first argument, she called the police-
For no reason. "She was fucking crazy.”
You will believe: because the citron sun
Matches the yellow tulips that he bought;
Because he had the good taste to bring you
Here, to your second favourite restaurant
And only at the third time of asking;
Because he bought indifferent champagne.
He will...
On your first date, he’ll be sure to tell you
His last ex was a psycho bitch from hell.
He’ll tell you, that when he and his first wife
Had their first argument, she called the police-
For no reason. "She was fucking crazy.”
You will believe: because the citron sun
Matches the yellow tulips that he bought;
Because he had the good taste to bring you
Here, to your second favourite restaurant
And only at the third time of asking;
Because he bought indifferent champagne.
He will...
#boyfriend
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Black and Blue
#sex
#BDSM
750 reads
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Fresh Tracks
If anyone can hope to understand
What it means to ski an unknown valley
With a backpack, not of your own making,
Filled with nothing that you wish to carry,
It is one who skied that path before.
That was another day with different snow.
He carried weighty objects in his pack,
Didn’t know the route that he was taking
Would lead him inevitably back
To a path that had been skied before.
Standing on the fulcrum of decision
Each departure seems to take forever.
Knowing what it means to ski alone
Means knowing...
What it means to ski an unknown valley
With a backpack, not of your own making,
Filled with nothing that you wish to carry,
It is one who skied that path before.
That was another day with different snow.
He carried weighty objects in his pack,
Didn’t know the route that he was taking
Would lead him inevitably back
To a path that had been skied before.
Standing on the fulcrum of decision
Each departure seems to take forever.
Knowing what it means to ski alone
Means knowing...
#friendship
#freedom
#support #respect
#support #respect
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Switch Bitch
#lust
#sex
#porn #BDSM
#porn #BDSM
884 reads
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