Submissions by Timagination2
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
18th Jun 2024 4:08pm
18th Jun 2024 4:08pm
The Horrifying Nightmares
If you promise not to speak about this, I'll tell you my story. It's not out of shame or embarrassment that I prefer confidentiality. It's just that, well...not many people believe such a wild tale.
You see, around this time every year, I am tormented by a nightmare. I've tried to stay up without sleeping but I inevitably fail at my attempts each time. It's as though I'm under some menacing spell that refuses to break its hold. But I believe I may know the source of its origins.
I've been a Buddy Holly fan since I can remember. His guitar playing...
You see, around this time every year, I am tormented by a nightmare. I've tried to stay up without sleeping but I inevitably fail at my attempts each time. It's as though I'm under some menacing spell that refuses to break its hold. But I believe I may know the source of its origins.
I've been a Buddy Holly fan since I can remember. His guitar playing...
#death
#nightmares
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EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Jun 2024 00:02am
18th Jun 2024 00:02am
That Night
It was how the streetlight
dimly lit the inside of the car
on the dark, deserted road.
The way she put her foot up
on the dashboard and spread
her shapely legs.
The way she tasted, smelled—
the wetness, the moaning,
her toe ring, and the sweet
smell of her vagina.
The warmth and the grip
of her insides.
The windows fogged up
from our heavy breathing.
The feel of her breasts
as I slowly slid in and out.
And the way our eyes locked.
The way we came.
It never came...
dimly lit the inside of the car
on the dark, deserted road.
The way she put her foot up
on the dashboard and spread
her shapely legs.
The way she tasted, smelled—
the wetness, the moaning,
her toe ring, and the sweet
smell of her vagina.
The warmth and the grip
of her insides.
The windows fogged up
from our heavy breathing.
The feel of her breasts
as I slowly slid in and out.
And the way our eyes locked.
The way we came.
It never came...
#erotic
#sex
232 reads
14 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Jun 2024 10:55pm
17th Jun 2024 10:55pm
I'm confused.
So, Relic... I mean Tim... I mean, whatever you're going by these days...
I thought you weren't posting for a while?
Tim:
I wasn't.
DUP Writer:
So what happened?
Tim:
I wrote something.
DUP Writer:
I'm confused.
Tim:
You're not the only one.
DUP Writer:
But you came back?
Tim:
I never left.
DUP Writer:
You keep changing your mind!
Tim:
Yeah, I know. Weird, isn't it?
DUP Writer:
Why?
Tim:
Beats me.
...
I thought you weren't posting for a while?
Tim:
I wasn't.
DUP Writer:
So what happened?
Tim:
I wrote something.
DUP Writer:
I'm confused.
Tim:
You're not the only one.
DUP Writer:
But you came back?
Tim:
I never left.
DUP Writer:
You keep changing your mind!
Tim:
Yeah, I know. Weird, isn't it?
DUP Writer:
Why?
Tim:
Beats me.
...
#funny
#WritingPoetry
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EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Jun 2024 3:47am
17th Jun 2024 3:47am
Bloom
Rise above
negative thoughts.
Insulate yourself
like feathers
from their cold.
Keep a song in your heart.
There will always be
stars above,
always a limb of hope.
Build your nest
on a renewed mind.
Start small
with the twigs of
possibilities.
Trees grow
from minuscule seeds;
a notion from the
earth's soil —
so may the future be for you.
Plant seeds,
water them daily,
envision a great future,
flying as high as you can.
negative thoughts.
Insulate yourself
like feathers
from their cold.
Keep a song in your heart.
There will always be
stars above,
always a limb of hope.
Build your nest
on a renewed mind.
Start small
with the twigs of
possibilities.
Trees grow
from minuscule seeds;
a notion from the
earth's soil —
so may the future be for you.
Plant seeds,
water them daily,
envision a great future,
flying as high as you can.
#sex
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12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Jun 2024 00:44am
10th Jun 2024 00:44am
The Moon Shone Through Her Window
That night,
she nestled her head like
the sliver of moonlight's glow
on my shoulder.
As I basked in the warmth
of the sun,
I pulled her against me.
My lust rose like silver mercury
in a thermometer.
Maneuvering magical motions
in shadows,
the full moon left its
light on the floor.
On wool-woven horses,
we rolled as though in a spell.
The night slipped away
without our ever noticing.
she nestled her head like
the sliver of moonlight's glow
on my shoulder.
As I basked in the warmth
of the sun,
I pulled her against me.
My lust rose like silver mercury
in a thermometer.
Maneuvering magical motions
in shadows,
the full moon left its
light on the floor.
On wool-woven horses,
we rolled as though in a spell.
The night slipped away
without our ever noticing.
#lover
#sex
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Jun 2024 5:45pm
9th Jun 2024 5:45pm
For All I Know...
I've said hello
To those I pass,
But none can do the same.
And though I know
We're a different class,
To each I cannot blame.
Perhaps today
I'll run into
A father and his son.
Before I stray,
I'll first imbue
"Good morning," just for fun.
You see, although
Each quiet folk
Declined the greet I gave,
For all I know,
They've always spoke
In whispers, from their grave.
To those I pass,
But none can do the same.
And though I know
We're a different class,
To each I cannot blame.
Perhaps today
I'll run into
A father and his son.
Before I stray,
I'll first imbue
"Good morning," just for fun.
You see, although
Each quiet folk
Declined the greet I gave,
For all I know,
They've always spoke
In whispers, from their grave.
#graveyard
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EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Jun 2024 4:50pm
8th Jun 2024 4:50pm
Writer's Release. (With fianaturie8)
Getting comfortable
she undresses
Props herself up
on pillows
Then leans back
to spreads her legs
With one hand she
massages her clit.
Sensual pulses begin
to vibrate
to migrate up her body
With the other
She kneads, pinches and twirls
Her nipples.
To capture the moment
she dictates between panting breaths
with an erotic flair about
sexual fantasies
Under the spell of
rotating fingers
The poem begins to ignite
with spicy words
about...
she undresses
Props herself up
on pillows
Then leans back
to spreads her legs
With one hand she
massages her clit.
Sensual pulses begin
to vibrate
to migrate up her body
With the other
She kneads, pinches and twirls
Her nipples.
To capture the moment
she dictates between panting breaths
with an erotic flair about
sexual fantasies
Under the spell of
rotating fingers
The poem begins to ignite
with spicy words
about...
#erotic
#sex
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jun 2024 2:56pm
8th Jun 2024 2:56pm
Envenomation
Venomous people
will always hunt.
They'll slither into a neighbor's
mind, always
ready to bite.
They strike
with fang-like
words, spreading
noxious poison.
Malevolently,
with no remorse,
they creep.
Swiftly and deviously,
they infect.
No one is
immune.
will always hunt.
They'll slither into a neighbor's
mind, always
ready to bite.
They strike
with fang-like
words, spreading
noxious poison.
Malevolently,
with no remorse,
they creep.
Swiftly and deviously,
they infect.
No one is
immune.
#WritingPoetry
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10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Jan 2024 1:53am
27th Jan 2024 1:53am
Spontaneous rant
Social media...
It has been molding people like clay.
Young women have to be waifs with big boobs,
their heads turned to look beautiful
and unassuming in the hundreds of selfies they are
now expected to take.
Men must look like
rich alpha warriors with tattoos.
If not, they'll be single, looking
at online porn for the rest of their lives.
Some say it's healthy to fap,
others say it's not.
Everyone's got an opinion.
Pages and pages of clickbait.
"He did this, then this happened." ...
It has been molding people like clay.
Young women have to be waifs with big boobs,
their heads turned to look beautiful
and unassuming in the hundreds of selfies they are
now expected to take.
Men must look like
rich alpha warriors with tattoos.
If not, they'll be single, looking
at online porn for the rest of their lives.
Some say it's healthy to fap,
others say it's not.
Everyone's got an opinion.
Pages and pages of clickbait.
"He did this, then this happened." ...
#TruthOfLife
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