Submissions by Ur1cookie
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
who’s teaching who
She called him: The phone rings…1…2…3…times then she hears his voice:
She whispers she misses him and describes how each part of her body aches without him there beside her…inside her.
He clears his throat and says it’s not a good time to talkHis wife must be in the room…or his kids.
“I’m here laying in bed, nothing on…if you can slip away, come slip into me” was the last words she was able to say…click no sound on the other line.Goodto her word, she unclasp the bra, slides the silky under ware down her hips and kicks them to the...
who’s teaching who
She called him: The phone rings…1…2…3…times then she hears his voice:
She whispers she misses him and describes how each part of her body aches without him there beside her…inside her.
He clears his throat and says it’s not a good time to talkHis wife must be in the room…or his kids.
“I’m here laying in bed, nothing on…if you can slip away, come slip into me” was the last words she was able to say…click no sound on the other line.Goodto her word, she unclasp the bra, slides the silky under ware down her hips and kicks them to the...
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12:34
The thunder cracks and the lights fade out
12:34 make a wish, without a doubt
Now I’m back where I long to be
Laying in bed with you next to me
Counting your breaths, feeling your leg twitch
Thunder roars, snapped back to reality what a bitch
Sitting in a dark room holding at a picture of us two
Lost staring into the darkness unsure what to do
At an impasse with no time to spare
Thoughts go dark; I grip the knifes glare
Rain beats harder on the window seal
Making me question is it a dream or is it real
Envisioning your untimely end
It’s...
12:34 make a wish, without a doubt
Now I’m back where I long to be
Laying in bed with you next to me
Counting your breaths, feeling your leg twitch
Thunder roars, snapped back to reality what a bitch
Sitting in a dark room holding at a picture of us two
Lost staring into the darkness unsure what to do
At an impasse with no time to spare
Thoughts go dark; I grip the knifes glare
Rain beats harder on the window seal
Making me question is it a dream or is it real
Envisioning your untimely end
It’s...
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WHO AM I
Every day I look in the mirror, trying to figure out what I should be.
I have all these little pieces that make up one me.
I am a mother, loving and kind.
I am a procrastinator always 2 steps behind.
I am his wife, faithful and true
I am his servant waiting for my queue
I am the nurse who takes care of the old
I am the one you blame when they cash in and fold
I am honest but silent
I am peacefully violent
I am the one who rages awar on oneself
I am the good china kept up on a shelf
I am the princess inside every little girl
I am my mother’s...
I have all these little pieces that make up one me.
I am a mother, loving and kind.
I am a procrastinator always 2 steps behind.
I am his wife, faithful and true
I am his servant waiting for my queue
I am the nurse who takes care of the old
I am the one you blame when they cash in and fold
I am honest but silent
I am peacefully violent
I am the one who rages awar on oneself
I am the good china kept up on a shelf
I am the princess inside every little girl
I am my mother’s...
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