Submissions by Varla
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Love and Hate
It pains me...sustains me.
It reigns me in and claims me.
It rails me...impales me.
It assails me and derails me.
The light that suffers a dark influence will not shine brighter in its ambiance.
You pain me...sustain me.
You reign me in and claim me.
You rail me...impale me.
You assail me and derail me.
Your light that suffers my dark influence will shine brighter in my ambiance.
It reigns me in and claims me.
It rails me...impales me.
It assails me and derails me.
The light that suffers a dark influence will not shine brighter in its ambiance.
You pain me...sustain me.
You reign me in and claim me.
You rail me...impale me.
You assail me and derail me.
Your light that suffers my dark influence will shine brighter in my ambiance.
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In the heart of me...
My strength wanes with the moonlight.
It seeps into my pillow while my fears and insecurities rise in the darkness.
The tears then temper my steel.
And my armor hardens to nearly impenetrable by the time dawn comes.
It seeps into my pillow while my fears and insecurities rise in the darkness.
The tears then temper my steel.
And my armor hardens to nearly impenetrable by the time dawn comes.
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The Kiss...
I relent to the supple touch of your lips. My heart skips as they begin caressing mine while your finger tips dance on my skin; pulling me closer by my hips.
Heat seethes from my core to my face. You steal my breath and then replace it with your own; honey laced and luscious it resuscitates.
We linger locked together drifting. The memory of our space uplifting. Our magnetic polls shifting; through time we race to meet right here locked in this embrace.
Heat seethes from my core to my face. You steal my breath and then replace it with your own; honey laced and luscious it resuscitates.
We linger locked together drifting. The memory of our space uplifting. Our magnetic polls shifting; through time we race to meet right here locked in this embrace.
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Fall...a Haiku
Floating to the ground.
Transformed to brown, red and gold.
I fluttered away.
Transformed to brown, red and gold.
I fluttered away.
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Love, lust and tea.
Let’ be a rock. Hard and firm. Old and new at once…a living fossil. No, let’s be Gibraltar. Waves crashing against our form. We stand together unworn…unmoved. Skin glistening in the sun. We are undone. That’s not enough. We can be a mountain. Towering over a river carved vale. Feeling the clouds exhale. Rising up together we peak and touch the sky. The only way to reach us is to fly. Ragged and beautiful we will be seen from space. The stars will kiss us goodnight.
Let’s be a breeze. We will rustle leaves and bring relief from sultry heat. Or better yet we can be...
Let’s be a breeze. We will rustle leaves and bring relief from sultry heat. Or better yet we can be...
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I am...
I am the ground that bears your weight,
and the sun around the world rotates.
I am rivers on which heavy loads float,
and the flames that ash the letters you wrote.
I am air in your lungs that breath makes,
and the sky that yields thunderous quakes.
I am the food on your plate. You can eat me,
and the lover in your bed come complete me.
I'm the bone that needs picking, your fingers that need licking,
and that god awful clock in your head that keeps ticking.
I'm not complicated. Just frustrated,
and too honest to be...
and the sun around the world rotates.
I am rivers on which heavy loads float,
and the flames that ash the letters you wrote.
I am air in your lungs that breath makes,
and the sky that yields thunderous quakes.
I am the food on your plate. You can eat me,
and the lover in your bed come complete me.
I'm the bone that needs picking, your fingers that need licking,
and that god awful clock in your head that keeps ticking.
I'm not complicated. Just frustrated,
and too honest to be...
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My heart frightens me...
My heart frightens me...the way it wants...the way it craves; the way it encompasses all and how it slaves to be sated. Its perpetual voracity and endless capacity to beat in time and stop on a dime.
Its ceaseless yearning to consume is startling. Its gluttonous appetite is always starving. Pangs and aches carving through its chambers with surprising rapidity.
It harbors a sacred silence that only desire can know and abhors its deafening cries that denial provokes.
It's a living breathing thing. It takes up space in my bed. It gets in the way of my every day. It...
Its ceaseless yearning to consume is startling. Its gluttonous appetite is always starving. Pangs and aches carving through its chambers with surprising rapidity.
It harbors a sacred silence that only desire can know and abhors its deafening cries that denial provokes.
It's a living breathing thing. It takes up space in my bed. It gets in the way of my every day. It...
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