Submissions by Tristique
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
2nd May 2014 6:28am
2nd May 2014 6:28am
Worn Rocks, Flowing Water
Why do we forget that free flowing tears
wash away the pebbles that block
the lightness waiting to buoy the inner self?
A child knows to cry, without being taught,
then smiles as the drops dry on her skin,
already present in her new moment.
How many other lessons have I forgotten?
Cry, before the pebbles become rocks,
that take longer to erode and heavier to carry.
wash away the pebbles that block
the lightness waiting to buoy the inner self?
A child knows to cry, without being taught,
then smiles as the drops dry on her skin,
already present in her new moment.
How many other lessons have I forgotten?
Cry, before the pebbles become rocks,
that take longer to erode and heavier to carry.
635 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Apr 2014 7:06pm
15th Apr 2014 7:06pm
Touch
Either touch translates the messages
beating out the rhythms
of a neural blast spin star-blaze.
Sparks fuse into throbbed embers,
which steam into streams of molten urgency.
Nerves strain then release atomic fallout
auguring the event horizon, a wormhole
of senselessness, prolific in tongues
slick with entranced moans.
beating out the rhythms
of a neural blast spin star-blaze.
Sparks fuse into throbbed embers,
which steam into streams of molten urgency.
Nerves strain then release atomic fallout
auguring the event horizon, a wormhole
of senselessness, prolific in tongues
slick with entranced moans.
796 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Apr 2014 5:13am
15th Apr 2014 5:13am
Response
palms aflame, igniting skin trails
across the wilderness
of silken responses
taut tightening on contact
where new meetings spawn
epicenters of pleasure
until the tsunami rolls
over from tectonic ruptures
when lips slide inside
sublime oxygen-sweet welcome gasps
sunshine on bikes, mercury is high
sold truths ramming, plunging home
across the wilderness
of silken responses
taut tightening on contact
where new meetings spawn
epicenters of pleasure
until the tsunami rolls
over from tectonic ruptures
when lips slide inside
sublime oxygen-sweet welcome gasps
sunshine on bikes, mercury is high
sold truths ramming, plunging home
690 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Apr 2014 4:32am
15th Apr 2014 4:32am
Arousal
Pointed towards your gravitational center,
every lash and freckle saluting your sun.
I bask in the heat from your want.
Your gaze sidelines my intentions,
lowers my pulse, which melts into the flush
rising from desire's core.
I recede, then rush to create an enveloping
of both your élan and mine —
to join for a bliss of understanding...
to know, the devastation within.
every lash and freckle saluting your sun.
I bask in the heat from your want.
Your gaze sidelines my intentions,
lowers my pulse, which melts into the flush
rising from desire's core.
I recede, then rush to create an enveloping
of both your élan and mine —
to join for a bliss of understanding...
to know, the devastation within.
841 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Mar 2014 6:46pm
28th Mar 2014 6:46pm
Labyrinth
Talk to me, hear my voice.
I'm weary of staring at bricks.
I dropped the ball of string
and can't see past the tears.
Each one that falls plants
a thorn beneath my bare feet.
Find me, see me, walk with me.
Together we can quit this labyrinth.
I'm weary of staring at bricks.
I dropped the ball of string
and can't see past the tears.
Each one that falls plants
a thorn beneath my bare feet.
Find me, see me, walk with me.
Together we can quit this labyrinth.
770 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2014 6:24am
22nd Mar 2014 6:24am
Dawn
The thunder of warrior roars
flattens the words of poets,
wagon wheels burying gems in mud.
I ache for the whisper of dreamers,
awakening my soul
like summer winds rippling grass.
Share with me an ethereal journey,
joined in spirit on the infinite plane
of pulsing light orbs.
West is the moon, and east are the stars
and dawn rises in our hearts,
every day.
flattens the words of poets,
wagon wheels burying gems in mud.
I ache for the whisper of dreamers,
awakening my soul
like summer winds rippling grass.
Share with me an ethereal journey,
joined in spirit on the infinite plane
of pulsing light orbs.
West is the moon, and east are the stars
and dawn rises in our hearts,
every day.
694 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Mar 2014 00:37am
17th Mar 2014 00:37am
Telling Tales
Did you know this night was our last?
Shall we tell a tale or two?
I see you looking at me; the latest round of words
lying neglected between us.
It is time for new stories, so murmur one or two
in my ear... Lean closer, so I can hear.
Press on with your story, I insist. Kiss and tell,
it's expected, a heated perspective.
Let me whisper a few of my own — oh no,
I won't interrupt, you're right. Carry on...
Wonders trip from your lips. I'm listening,
enraptured — oh, say that part again!
It's a firm favorite, I...
Shall we tell a tale or two?
I see you looking at me; the latest round of words
lying neglected between us.
It is time for new stories, so murmur one or two
in my ear... Lean closer, so I can hear.
Press on with your story, I insist. Kiss and tell,
it's expected, a heated perspective.
Let me whisper a few of my own — oh no,
I won't interrupt, you're right. Carry on...
Wonders trip from your lips. I'm listening,
enraptured — oh, say that part again!
It's a firm favorite, I...
985 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Mar 2014 9:47pm
15th Mar 2014 9:47pm
Blind Flight
Our blood pulsed in each other's veins,
and we breathed in the sunrise.
The forest spun, branches blazing,
wings alight with every phoenix cry.
I was your re-birth, and you mine,
baptised in burning entwinement.
Today, my knees are cut, my ribs cracked.
The sight of your back tastes like ashes.
and we breathed in the sunrise.
The forest spun, branches blazing,
wings alight with every phoenix cry.
I was your re-birth, and you mine,
baptised in burning entwinement.
Today, my knees are cut, my ribs cracked.
The sight of your back tastes like ashes.
718 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Mar 2014 8:51pm
15th Mar 2014 8:51pm
Quiet Crumbling
I'm invisible when you're angry.
You walk past
and I stand, stuttering
in non-movement.
I ask softly, but you wised up.
These days, you deny it.
"No, baby, I'm not angry with you."
"I'm just a little tired."
"I had a rough day."
Is this progress?
I think I preferred it
when the crockery was flying.
Come back, let's smash some glasses...
You walk past
and I stand, stuttering
in non-movement.
I ask softly, but you wised up.
These days, you deny it.
"No, baby, I'm not angry with you."
"I'm just a little tired."
"I had a rough day."
Is this progress?
I think I preferred it
when the crockery was flying.
Come back, let's smash some glasses...
628 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Mar 2014 3:06pm
10th Mar 2014 3:06pm
The Space Between Us
The hot red beam has defocussed from me,
although it left marks in laser burn patterns.
For days, it has lit the room, the garden, the street...
I know it has now found reflection
in the low, dark clouds gathering tirelessly,
low on the horizon, swelled ranks of a cruel army.
They still advance, filling the small space we have
and one of us forgot to shut the window again.
Let the furies beat the walls, that is the nature of them.
Just between you and me, let's pretend they're strays.
Can we just stay here, baby, for a little while?
although it left marks in laser burn patterns.
For days, it has lit the room, the garden, the street...
I know it has now found reflection
in the low, dark clouds gathering tirelessly,
low on the horizon, swelled ranks of a cruel army.
They still advance, filling the small space we have
and one of us forgot to shut the window again.
Let the furies beat the walls, that is the nature of them.
Just between you and me, let's pretend they're strays.
Can we just stay here, baby, for a little while?
786 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Mar 2014 11:15pm
8th Mar 2014 11:15pm
Time Out
Without a word, you bring me a blanket,
some chocolate and a mug of hot tea.
You grab your soccer cleats
and grin at me on your way out.
It won't be too long (count the hours)
before we indulge in each other again.
some chocolate and a mug of hot tea.
You grab your soccer cleats
and grin at me on your way out.
It won't be too long (count the hours)
before we indulge in each other again.
605 reads
0 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2014 8:58pm
3rd Mar 2014 8:58pm
Pelagic
What do you need?’ you ask me and each time you do,
a new moon spins between earth and sun, and the pull
in between is the sea swell on shimmer tides.
‘Tell me,’ you say, drawing my bow line closer.
The waves rise, the trance sails unfurl in a glow eclipsed
only by the silver-white sun lick across the surface.
Horizon melodies outline our eyes, as perpetuity rolls on
in slow strokes — sky… sea… sky… sea… sky… deep
heaves, gliding high on the crests, where lifted waves shake…
Foam crashes, breaking shudders, I’m immersed in your name.
a new moon spins between earth and sun, and the pull
in between is the sea swell on shimmer tides.
‘Tell me,’ you say, drawing my bow line closer.
The waves rise, the trance sails unfurl in a glow eclipsed
only by the silver-white sun lick across the surface.
Horizon melodies outline our eyes, as perpetuity rolls on
in slow strokes — sky… sea… sky… sea… sky… deep
heaves, gliding high on the crests, where lifted waves shake…
Foam crashes, breaking shudders, I’m immersed in your name.
835 reads
12 Comments
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