Submissions by UnlovelyandAlone (LovelyDreamer)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write,to put it in simple terms,What I feel,or about what happens to hold my attention at the moment.Its not very often you'll find a..light,happy poem from me.
To The One Who Got Away
It's 2:37 AM
And I'm dreaming of angels
Somewhere across the Texas line.
I know that you're awake,
Sleep never came easy for you,
And I wonder if I cross your mind.
Fingers dance across old numbers,
Maybe yours is still the same.
The number you dialed is no longer in service.
Come morning I'll convince myself
That it's for the best.
You're long gone.
He's asleep next to me,
Arms around my waist;
A child holding his teddy bear.
He holds me close
And I'm wishing to hear your voice ...
And I'm dreaming of angels
Somewhere across the Texas line.
I know that you're awake,
Sleep never came easy for you,
And I wonder if I cross your mind.
Fingers dance across old numbers,
Maybe yours is still the same.
The number you dialed is no longer in service.
Come morning I'll convince myself
That it's for the best.
You're long gone.
He's asleep next to me,
Arms around my waist;
A child holding his teddy bear.
He holds me close
And I'm wishing to hear your voice ...
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"Yes Sir."
Impish behavior is rewarded by
Stinging blows to my behind.
Your warm hands soothe reddened skin.
"Well pet? Have you remembered your manners?"
Stubborn lips remain pursed tight,
Defiance dancing in my eyes like a dare.
Remind me why I should obey.
Stinging blows to my behind.
Your warm hands soothe reddened skin.
"Well pet? Have you remembered your manners?"
Stubborn lips remain pursed tight,
Defiance dancing in my eyes like a dare.
Remind me why I should obey.
#lust
#erotic
#BDSM #sensual
#BDSM #sensual
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To Him
I refuse to be the ghost of your past relationships
now given flesh.
I am not your all forgiving chance to do over
the wrongs you committed.
I am not the chance to confess your love in the ways
you only dreamed of with them.
Do not dance with me under the midnight stars because
it was something they loved.
Do not let pet endearments drip so casually from your lips
because they were so entranced by them.
Do not love me with the same fractured pieces of your excuse
for a heart that you once loved them with.
Do not give me your...
now given flesh.
I am not your all forgiving chance to do over
the wrongs you committed.
I am not the chance to confess your love in the ways
you only dreamed of with them.
Do not dance with me under the midnight stars because
it was something they loved.
Do not let pet endearments drip so casually from your lips
because they were so entranced by them.
Do not love me with the same fractured pieces of your excuse
for a heart that you once loved them with.
Do not give me your...
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Forbidden
She's everything I want
But nothing I can have
Is this world really so cruel?
She is his
And my heart is hers
But nothing I can have
Is this world really so cruel?
She is his
And my heart is hers
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White Out for a Black Ink Tattoo
When I inked the metaphorical promise of forever
into my skin, the idea that we might go
our separate ways never once occurred to me.
I have spent the last two years running
from this town, my family and just about everyone else;
but you.
You have never been terribly far from my thoughts,
the only other person who understood just what it was like
to be afraid of your own mind.
And then at some point, on a brief stint back home,
he happened to waltz into my life and home became two people.
No longer just you.
I've never been...
into my skin, the idea that we might go
our separate ways never once occurred to me.
I have spent the last two years running
from this town, my family and just about everyone else;
but you.
You have never been terribly far from my thoughts,
the only other person who understood just what it was like
to be afraid of your own mind.
And then at some point, on a brief stint back home,
he happened to waltz into my life and home became two people.
No longer just you.
I've never been...
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What Are You Afraid Of: The Truth
Why are you so afraid to know the truth?
Are you not the one asking the questions?
So why do the words drip from your
lips so slowly and taste of fear;
bitter and metallic?
The questions came easily at first,
pouring from your mouth in a deluge
of jumbled words and laughter;
Both serious and inconsequential.
You have your answer.
The hints were all too easy.
You know and yet you remain silent,
the truth dancing dangerously close
to the tip of your tongue.
You swallow it back, like bile,
sending it to a place it will...
Are you not the one asking the questions?
So why do the words drip from your
lips so slowly and taste of fear;
bitter and metallic?
The questions came easily at first,
pouring from your mouth in a deluge
of jumbled words and laughter;
Both serious and inconsequential.
You have your answer.
The hints were all too easy.
You know and yet you remain silent,
the truth dancing dangerously close
to the tip of your tongue.
You swallow it back, like bile,
sending it to a place it will...
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Bonfire Kisses
Smoke flavored kisses
lingered long after
he'd scorched my skin
with his touch and
burned my world to ashes,
leaving only the moon and stars
to watch the embers die out.
lingered long after
he'd scorched my skin
with his touch and
burned my world to ashes,
leaving only the moon and stars
to watch the embers die out.
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An Exercise of the Senses: Pick A Memory
It started with a sense of shyness,
carefully layered with false bravado
that didn't fill the empty seats at
your table that first night.
It progressed into days that blurred
together; overexposed and washed out
by sunlight and heat, shaded with various hues
of laughter and the sense of belonging.
The days became endless, indistinct
and strung together by inside jokes,
moved along by ever cooling winds that tugged
at your hair and blew summer's dust from your clothing
as it sent the leaves dancing, carrying your laughter back home....
carefully layered with false bravado
that didn't fill the empty seats at
your table that first night.
It progressed into days that blurred
together; overexposed and washed out
by sunlight and heat, shaded with various hues
of laughter and the sense of belonging.
The days became endless, indistinct
and strung together by inside jokes,
moved along by ever cooling winds that tugged
at your hair and blew summer's dust from your clothing
as it sent the leaves dancing, carrying your laughter back home....
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When Everything Ends
Everything has it's end,
That much I've always believed
Though I dared hoped
That maybe this time..
It wouldn't be true.
It was foolish and stupid
and I find myself
paying for it now
walking some dark road
with just the moon and thoughts for company.
That much I've always believed
Though I dared hoped
That maybe this time..
It wouldn't be true.
It was foolish and stupid
and I find myself
paying for it now
walking some dark road
with just the moon and thoughts for company.
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You Are My 3 A.M Thoughts
Late night has its way
of enticing thoughts from the darkness
that I would rather leave untouched.
And among those thoughts
and meaningless questions
is you.
I cannot escape your scent
Or the thoughts it evokes.
I blame the jacket you left for
The source of this problem.
And every song that I play
In some attempt to lull myself
to sleep, only reminds me of the
way you like to slowdance in the
kitchen after my parents have gone
to bed.
And though I have slept alone
in this bed for seventeen years
it...
of enticing thoughts from the darkness
that I would rather leave untouched.
And among those thoughts
and meaningless questions
is you.
I cannot escape your scent
Or the thoughts it evokes.
I blame the jacket you left for
The source of this problem.
And every song that I play
In some attempt to lull myself
to sleep, only reminds me of the
way you like to slowdance in the
kitchen after my parents have gone
to bed.
And though I have slept alone
in this bed for seventeen years
it...
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This Year Is Different
This year is different,
though maybe it's not the year
but us.
I'm not sure those
kids we were back at the end
of Freshmen year would
ever recognize who we are
now.
Sometimes I don't.
That was the last summer
that we were ever really close.
Most days you could find us
together, usually roaming the streets
of whatever town we happened
to be in.
We were young and scared
and covered that with pride in
our oddity and pretended we knew who we were.
I miss those days.
I'm not sure when it...
though maybe it's not the year
but us.
I'm not sure those
kids we were back at the end
of Freshmen year would
ever recognize who we are
now.
Sometimes I don't.
That was the last summer
that we were ever really close.
Most days you could find us
together, usually roaming the streets
of whatever town we happened
to be in.
We were young and scared
and covered that with pride in
our oddity and pretended we knew who we were.
I miss those days.
I'm not sure when it...
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Apologies
Apologies
"I hate you."
You beat your hands
ineffectively
against my skin,
screaming
that the world is not fair.
"I told you so."
You waited for that.
The words that we knew
I would say.
You dug yourself a grave,
now get out.
"You're heartless."
Your accusation,
hurled like stones,
sting,
and is proof enough
that I am not.
"You need to learn."
While I would like
nothing more than to hug
you and wipe away tears,
a lesson had to be learned,...
"I hate you."
You beat your hands
ineffectively
against my skin,
screaming
that the world is not fair.
"I told you so."
You waited for that.
The words that we knew
I would say.
You dug yourself a grave,
now get out.
"You're heartless."
Your accusation,
hurled like stones,
sting,
and is proof enough
that I am not.
"You need to learn."
While I would like
nothing more than to hug
you and wipe away tears,
a lesson had to be learned,...
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