Submissions by Teeya
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Been writing for over 20 years and still perfecting my craft.
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2019 1:21pm
2nd Aug 2019 1:21pm
Karma's Lover
He exists in the catacombs
of my immortality
buried beneath the breast
of fate’s consecrated vein
His claret potions course
thru passages of hollow flesh
relieving my body
of frigid passions and desires
He infects my being with
a languishing presence
whispering breaths of light
into crevices of longings
and desperations that without him
would have succumbed to a
diseased core of cancerous misery
He manifests life…an innate
element essential for me to subsist
beyond pulses, palpitations,
and respirations ...
of my immortality
buried beneath the breast
of fate’s consecrated vein
His claret potions course
thru passages of hollow flesh
relieving my body
of frigid passions and desires
He infects my being with
a languishing presence
whispering breaths of light
into crevices of longings
and desperations that without him
would have succumbed to a
diseased core of cancerous misery
He manifests life…an innate
element essential for me to subsist
beyond pulses, palpitations,
and respirations ...
#sadness
#love
#heartbroken
635 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Jul 2019 5:01pm
10th Jul 2019 5:01pm
Sounds Love Makes
Crackles of vinyl wax beneath the apex of a whetted needle spins
an aria of whimpering whispers with trills of uhhs and ahhs thru the airways
Preludes of monotonous moans crescendo into symphonic melodies by the strumming of his fingers against nimble oscillating chords
A true virtuoso of compositions, he meticulously pays attention to detail using the Braille method, carefully touching every facet of her structure, remembering where each dimple lays as to assert the right amount of pressure when placing himself to rouse pitch perfect intonations
He plays...
an aria of whimpering whispers with trills of uhhs and ahhs thru the airways
Preludes of monotonous moans crescendo into symphonic melodies by the strumming of his fingers against nimble oscillating chords
A true virtuoso of compositions, he meticulously pays attention to detail using the Braille method, carefully touching every facet of her structure, remembering where each dimple lays as to assert the right amount of pressure when placing himself to rouse pitch perfect intonations
He plays...
#love
#music
#sensual
#sexy
#passion
696 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jul 2019 10:14pm
6th Jul 2019 10:14pm
To His Pen, I Submit
He dips his quill in black ice and
scribes arctic winds underside
my spine
Crimson spills of Merlot wells
beneath my tongue as a lacerated lip
becomes a silencing pleasure
Cashmere fabric paralyzes my body
into a position of submission and I am
numbed by iced searing incisions,
unable to distinguish suffering from comfort
Satisfaction surfaces atop the buttery brown
dip that lies between my spine and his dream
as colors of sex, love, and pain conjugate a
lasting inscription of chiseled
quill to flesh intimacy
I placate...
scribes arctic winds underside
my spine
Crimson spills of Merlot wells
beneath my tongue as a lacerated lip
becomes a silencing pleasure
Cashmere fabric paralyzes my body
into a position of submission and I am
numbed by iced searing incisions,
unable to distinguish suffering from comfort
Satisfaction surfaces atop the buttery brown
dip that lies between my spine and his dream
as colors of sex, love, and pain conjugate a
lasting inscription of chiseled
quill to flesh intimacy
I placate...
#love
#MyInspiration
#art
650 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jul 2019 10:08pm
6th Jul 2019 10:08pm
My Apologies
In my haste, my seemingly callous selfishness,
I inadvertently placed unbearable and copious amounts
of weight and pressure upon your shoulders
It was my desire, my want, to have someone to
feel me with him to fill me with him
to patiently pore over me so I might wantonly pour into him
fusing my Caramel with his Chocolate, my Crimson with his Indigo
my mmm with his hmm, imbuing our senses in every facet as we’d
accentuate each’s good while making each other better
Someone to sip me slowly and savor me intently
to take...
I inadvertently placed unbearable and copious amounts
of weight and pressure upon your shoulders
It was my desire, my want, to have someone to
feel me with him to fill me with him
to patiently pore over me so I might wantonly pour into him
fusing my Caramel with his Chocolate, my Crimson with his Indigo
my mmm with his hmm, imbuing our senses in every facet as we’d
accentuate each’s good while making each other better
Someone to sip me slowly and savor me intently
to take...
#ImSorry
#breakup
#SelfReflection #MovingOn
#SelfReflection #MovingOn
640 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jul 2019 5:53am
4th Jul 2019 5:53am
Beloveds
Chameleons
of persuasion:
lines and lullabies
inciting senses at will,
spilling secrets fostered
beneath my breast
when my tongue
has yet to
tell a soul
Melodic whispers
of satin strings
osculate somber woes
cradling me from myself
as gentle strands
of pianissimo cords
weave a blanket
of auditory comfort
My encouragers;
my critics,
compelling me
to remember all
while allowing me
to forget everything,
yielding emotions
to discern those things
I do and do not...
of persuasion:
lines and lullabies
inciting senses at will,
spilling secrets fostered
beneath my breast
when my tongue
has yet to
tell a soul
Melodic whispers
of satin strings
osculate somber woes
cradling me from myself
as gentle strands
of pianissimo cords
weave a blanket
of auditory comfort
My encouragers;
my critics,
compelling me
to remember all
while allowing me
to forget everything,
yielding emotions
to discern those things
I do and do not...
#love
#music
#WritingPoetry #FirstLove
#WritingPoetry #FirstLove
587 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Jul 2019 5:46am
4th Jul 2019 5:46am
I Still Write
My fingers pulsate
as a life line
dripping black blood
onto a lifeless
backdrop of
white pressed wood
reviving a
silent voice
without lips ever
having to part...
Oh yes...I still write
as a life line
dripping black blood
onto a lifeless
backdrop of
white pressed wood
reviving a
silent voice
without lips ever
having to part...
Oh yes...I still write
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
702 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2019 2:22am
2nd Jul 2019 2:22am
Frankenstein's Apprentice
Lives created between blue spaces...
copulation of mind and pen
now crumpled inside a wooden coffin,
once their birthplace,
to be discarded into a graveyard of lost notions
Red lines strike through black lines
executing their existence,
or maybe just killing them briefly
so they might simply be born again; ah, yes, born again
I sift through graves to revive bodies I deem fit
as to give them life once more
and allow them to live among pages of immortality
copulation of mind and pen
now crumpled inside a wooden coffin,
once their birthplace,
to be discarded into a graveyard of lost notions
Red lines strike through black lines
executing their existence,
or maybe just killing them briefly
so they might simply be born again; ah, yes, born again
I sift through graves to revive bodies I deem fit
as to give them life once more
and allow them to live among pages of immortality
#WritingPoetry
623 reads
8 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
2nd Jul 2019 2:18am
2nd Jul 2019 2:18am
Non Sense
Screams wailed from his tiny fragile frame as if the seed of Soul Music had harvested in me for nine months and James Brown’s larynx had suddenly emerged from my womb. Butt naked and draped with the crumpled skin of a Chinese Pug, Dr. Russell placed this delicate, khaki colored creature squarely on my partially exposed breast, compliments of the loose fitting hospital gown that had slid down my left shoulder during labor. His flesh squirming against my bare skin reminded me of the squishy, hand-held balls I’d squeeze to relieve stress whenever my husband pissed me off. With one hand securely...
#sadness
#anger
#grief
#heartbroken
#emptiness
539 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jun 2019 10:41pm
30th Jun 2019 10:41pm
Embracing Echoes
In this that once was
quietus sighs lay amid intimate suffering
as festering bodies take life’s place
where numb grows the bed beneath them
as gelid frames consummate with
broken souls to harden a once sacred
chaise of devotion into an
unforgiving glacial mass of regret
And exhalations of vows upon a time
when lips needed not part to convey affection
now exhausts veils of reciprocated
disdain for the deadened worse of a non-existent better
that no man put asunder but those to which divide
self from selves so whole shall no...
quietus sighs lay amid intimate suffering
as festering bodies take life’s place
where numb grows the bed beneath them
as gelid frames consummate with
broken souls to harden a once sacred
chaise of devotion into an
unforgiving glacial mass of regret
And exhalations of vows upon a time
when lips needed not part to convey affection
now exhausts veils of reciprocated
disdain for the deadened worse of a non-existent better
that no man put asunder but those to which divide
self from selves so whole shall no...
#sadness
#despair
#suffering #emptiness
#suffering #emptiness
715 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Jun 2019 10:32pm
30th Jun 2019 10:32pm
He Never Asks
#love
#erotic
#sensual
766 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Jun 2019 00:39am
25th Jun 2019 00:39am
What She Wants
#love
#sex
#erotic #sensual
#erotic #sensual
1007 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
25th Jun 2019 00:28am
25th Jun 2019 00:28am
Promiscuous Poetess
Forgive me for I have sinned,
yet no remorse does my
conscience concede
A promiscuous whore...
a slut of the pen
A nympho of words
fiending for inspiration to fondle
my thoughts
and manipulate my mind
until a perpetual stream
of proficient verses flow from
the confines of my sanity
They enter me.
I crave words to
enter me fully,
penetrating my orifice with
their erect vernacular shafts,
stroking my intellect
with subtle vigor
until lines...c(o)um(e)
I swallow whole;
acidic jargon wrapped...
yet no remorse does my
conscience concede
A promiscuous whore...
a slut of the pen
A nympho of words
fiending for inspiration to fondle
my thoughts
and manipulate my mind
until a perpetual stream
of proficient verses flow from
the confines of my sanity
They enter me.
I crave words to
enter me fully,
penetrating my orifice with
their erect vernacular shafts,
stroking my intellect
with subtle vigor
until lines...c(o)um(e)
I swallow whole;
acidic jargon wrapped...
#love
#identity
#WritingPoetry #SelfReflection
#WritingPoetry #SelfReflection
704 reads
8 Comments
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