Submissions by SweetPurgatory (SashaR)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write what I feel. Right now, I'm struggling to find the words, because I'm feeling everything. A bit overwhelmed, but hoping to find my voice again. Patience, right? Refer my last attempt at writing something...
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
9th Dec 2017 1:59pm
9th Dec 2017 1:59pm
Now that I am gone.
If you truly knew me, then you’ll always feel me in all the joys that resided on the outside; in the many things that I found pleasure in: An eclectic tapestry of both beautiful and enigmatic things which intrigued, and made my spirits soar. If you truly knew me, you’ll always feel me in your quiet moments, now that my words have faded away.
Some of you will discover me, now that I am gone, and understand me in retrospect, see me through the memories of others or awaken to the epiphany that was my heliotropic life. Oftentimes humans are blind to each other, and only truly see...
Some of you will discover me, now that I am gone, and understand me in retrospect, see me through the memories of others or awaken to the epiphany that was my heliotropic life. Oftentimes humans are blind to each other, and only truly see...
#rejection
#LifeStruggles
#despair
#suffering
#emotional
1556 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Oct 2017 7:40pm
21st Oct 2017 7:40pm
Love is not for me.
I cry for all the times I wasn't my best self,
when Love didn't love me enough to forgive me,
when Love didn't see beyond my insecurities
and when Love made me feel alone.
I cry because my heart aches badly,
a gut-wrenching torment,
as all the pieces of jigsaw, broken me,
shift around, incomplete like a messed up puzzle.
I cry because devastation is choking the life out of me,
as I hate myself for putting so much effort into Love,
who loves reminding me that I'm a mess,
in Love who doesn't really... love me.
...
when Love didn't love me enough to forgive me,
when Love didn't see beyond my insecurities
and when Love made me feel alone.
I cry because my heart aches badly,
a gut-wrenching torment,
as all the pieces of jigsaw, broken me,
shift around, incomplete like a messed up puzzle.
I cry because devastation is choking the life out of me,
as I hate myself for putting so much effort into Love,
who loves reminding me that I'm a mess,
in Love who doesn't really... love me.
...
5755 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Sep 2017 12:20pm
25th Sep 2017 12:20pm
Chaos
Anxiety clawing,
looking for a scratching post in my mind,
Threatening to pervade my thoughts,
hoping to sneak in,
to overthrow this moment,
and choke the life out of any peace I feel.
It's lonely feeling vulnerable,
even lonier when I'm up
against myself,
wracked by my demons whispering my deepest insecurities in my ear,
scornfully reminding me that
I am a mess,
and no matter what I do to fix it,
or fake it,
reality is my cross to bear.
looking for a scratching post in my mind,
Threatening to pervade my thoughts,
hoping to sneak in,
to overthrow this moment,
and choke the life out of any peace I feel.
It's lonely feeling vulnerable,
even lonier when I'm up
against myself,
wracked by my demons whispering my deepest insecurities in my ear,
scornfully reminding me that
I am a mess,
and no matter what I do to fix it,
or fake it,
reality is my cross to bear.
727 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Sep 2017 7:12pm
17th Sep 2017 7:12pm
Heartsong
Heartsong
First kisses usually
happen in inconspicuous places, like mine did.
A sandbox at day-care, and an infatuation with him who
was my Disney prince.
Although he, he came galloping
across a patch of lawn, often wearing red wellies.
I loved him, or so it felt!
Our kiss was clumpsy, silliness,
and we sniggered through it, and continued
building our sandcastle.
I walked on kiddy-bliss, thinking:
‘That first kiss was AMAZING!’
Entering a library for the very first time in my life,
A word heaven; a...
First kisses usually
happen in inconspicuous places, like mine did.
A sandbox at day-care, and an infatuation with him who
was my Disney prince.
Although he, he came galloping
across a patch of lawn, often wearing red wellies.
I loved him, or so it felt!
Our kiss was clumpsy, silliness,
and we sniggered through it, and continued
building our sandcastle.
I walked on kiddy-bliss, thinking:
‘That first kiss was AMAZING!’
Entering a library for the very first time in my life,
A word heaven; a...
1779 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Sep 2017 5:38pm
9th Sep 2017 5:38pm
What it feels like.
There are moments that
fill my being with so much happiness,
rare moments that reach
right into the darkest
depths of me.
Dormant. Untouched.
Lifeless.
Me.
One such moment came along,
and every fibre was awakened
by a surge of
you-ness,
seeping into my battered heart,
a feeling that
decorated its walls
with countless masterpieces
far more superior
than anything
Van Gogh.
All the seasons of your love intrigues,
dances across my mind,
enthralls...
kisses...
fill my being with so much happiness,
rare moments that reach
right into the darkest
depths of me.
Dormant. Untouched.
Lifeless.
Me.
One such moment came along,
and every fibre was awakened
by a surge of
you-ness,
seeping into my battered heart,
a feeling that
decorated its walls
with countless masterpieces
far more superior
than anything
Van Gogh.
All the seasons of your love intrigues,
dances across my mind,
enthralls...
kisses...
809 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Aug 2017 7:27pm
25th Aug 2017 7:27pm
You
I don't think I've told you how it feels when we are together,
doing the mundanest
of things, or...
when love ravages our
sensibilities,
those moments when you are
holding me.
It feels like home.
It feels like being in the middle of
a field of sunflowers,
their faces to the
splendid shine, yes...
The essence of you,
your voice,
getting lost in love,
the vibrance of your being,
is my happiness.
You feel like home.
You feel like the surreal promise
of a 2am...
doing the mundanest
of things, or...
when love ravages our
sensibilities,
those moments when you are
holding me.
It feels like home.
It feels like being in the middle of
a field of sunflowers,
their faces to the
splendid shine, yes...
The essence of you,
your voice,
getting lost in love,
the vibrance of your being,
is my happiness.
You feel like home.
You feel like the surreal promise
of a 2am...
974 reads
7 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Aug 2017 8:16pm
20th Aug 2017 8:16pm
Us
Two hearts enslaved, imbued with desire.
Bodies entwined... glistening,
as they stoke each other's fire.
Two hearts moving, emotions soar.
Hardened nipples... moans,
as they indulge in passions war.
Two hearts beating, parts her thighs.
Exquisite torture... gasps,
as she feels his tongue inside.
Two hearts racing, straddling her Master,
easing him in... he sighs,
as she delights him, riding faster.
Two hearts meeting, he rises above,
manhood in her wetness... thrusting,
as they chase the rush of...
Bodies entwined... glistening,
as they stoke each other's fire.
Two hearts moving, emotions soar.
Hardened nipples... moans,
as they indulge in passions war.
Two hearts beating, parts her thighs.
Exquisite torture... gasps,
as she feels his tongue inside.
Two hearts racing, straddling her Master,
easing him in... he sighs,
as she delights him, riding faster.
Two hearts meeting, he rises above,
manhood in her wetness... thrusting,
as they chase the rush of...
1683 reads
15 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Aug 2017 9:34pm
15th Aug 2017 9:34pm
The Sad Truth
Sometimes,
I've given too much of myself,
not hoping for
love in return,
not expecting anything.
While that might seem
heroic to most,
the sad truth is that
my relationship
with Dad taught me:
don't demand too much of love.
But sometimes,
it's an amazing feeling
to be with someone who
really sees
me.
With someone who
hugs my day with
ordinary, everyday
expressions of love
I''ll miss
when it's gone.
To...
I've given too much of myself,
not hoping for
love in return,
not expecting anything.
While that might seem
heroic to most,
the sad truth is that
my relationship
with Dad taught me:
don't demand too much of love.
But sometimes,
it's an amazing feeling
to be with someone who
really sees
me.
With someone who
hugs my day with
ordinary, everyday
expressions of love
I''ll miss
when it's gone.
To...
834 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Aug 2017 10:16pm
11th Aug 2017 10:16pm
The Visitor
He shows up, uninvited,
Dark shadow on her way,
Gnaws at her thoughts like a
ravenous beast,
he slowly takes his prey.
She submits to his will, weakened,
although she knows escape.
Imprisoned in the tightest grip,
as he continues with his rape.
Finally she’s had enough,
and she patiently shows him the door.
His message has been delivered,
he’ll be back for more.
She knows her visitor all too well,
his darkness an old friend.
But now she is empowered,
and dictates his visits end.
Dark shadow on her way,
Gnaws at her thoughts like a
ravenous beast,
he slowly takes his prey.
She submits to his will, weakened,
although she knows escape.
Imprisoned in the tightest grip,
as he continues with his rape.
Finally she’s had enough,
and she patiently shows him the door.
His message has been delivered,
he’ll be back for more.
She knows her visitor all too well,
his darkness an old friend.
But now she is empowered,
and dictates his visits end.
#dark
626 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Aug 2017 11:44am
11th Aug 2017 11:44am
Little One.
978 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Aug 2017 8:02pm
10th Aug 2017 8:02pm
Wish
Talking with you
At we-don't-care a.m,
Contemplating the universe,
And other profound nothings,
Stumbling along, lazing...
Singing off-key tunes,
Laughing at our silliness,
Stealing cuddles, kisses,
Making clumsy lust, touching
And falling apart, into each other
Not caring about the unknown
Anymore
Strolling barefoot
on the beach with you
On a breezy, sunny day
Straining to hear your voice,
above the sounds of crashing surf...
Sunlight dancin', on the waves,
And in your smile, as we playfully ...
At we-don't-care a.m,
Contemplating the universe,
And other profound nothings,
Stumbling along, lazing...
Singing off-key tunes,
Laughing at our silliness,
Stealing cuddles, kisses,
Making clumsy lust, touching
And falling apart, into each other
Not caring about the unknown
Anymore
Strolling barefoot
on the beach with you
On a breezy, sunny day
Straining to hear your voice,
above the sounds of crashing surf...
Sunlight dancin', on the waves,
And in your smile, as we playfully ...
#happiness
#love
#romantic #ILoveYou
#romantic #ILoveYou
791 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Aug 2017 7:57pm
10th Aug 2017 7:57pm
Torn
Crossroads always hurt my head
I'd rather have a way
That's easiest and free of thought
No doubt to lead astray
My heart has seldom been my guide
My head, the master says
Do the thing that's safe and right
Please step this way, yes?
Perplexed, torn between the two
Head hung in much despair
I turn my back and walk away
Crossroads still waiting there
I'd rather have a way
That's easiest and free of thought
No doubt to lead astray
My heart has seldom been my guide
My head, the master says
Do the thing that's safe and right
Please step this way, yes?
Perplexed, torn between the two
Head hung in much despair
I turn my back and walk away
Crossroads still waiting there
596 reads
6 Comments
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