Submissions by Veraceouz
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Peanuts
Where there is no vision, there is no hope.
I'm George W. Carver like a bar of soap.
Cleaning up your mind, body, and soul.
So you can be free and you can feel whole.
My words are like a script of Charlie Brown.
Going deep, got yo memory to drown.
Back in the future, Michael J. Fox.
Laying down with holes in my socks.
My pen is planting seeds. Metaphors sprout.
Into a tree watch it branch out.
I'm feeling so cool throwing no shade.
Money doesn't grow on trees, I'm tryna get paid.
Fresh like boiled peanuts packed with...
I'm George W. Carver like a bar of soap.
Cleaning up your mind, body, and soul.
So you can be free and you can feel whole.
My words are like a script of Charlie Brown.
Going deep, got yo memory to drown.
Back in the future, Michael J. Fox.
Laying down with holes in my socks.
My pen is planting seeds. Metaphors sprout.
Into a tree watch it branch out.
I'm feeling so cool throwing no shade.
Money doesn't grow on trees, I'm tryna get paid.
Fresh like boiled peanuts packed with...
#LifeAsAWriter
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Brain Freeze
I feel like a piece of shit that needs to be flushed. I feel depressed, all my hopes are crushed. Can't believe I lost my job over a brain freeze. I lost control over the wheel and it's eating me alive like a disease. They say things happen for a reason. But all I have been seeing is rain this season. I thought about suicide like really why I'm here? I escaped death 3 times and I won't disappear. I'm asking God what my purpose is. Because life is hard, it will test you like a quiz. I'm looking out my window and I see nothing. I just wanna keep my eyes closed and continue sleeping.
#love
#death
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Voices Touch
I love when our voices touch.
Never knew I could feel this much.
The passion between us is burning.
While our heart keeps on learning.
How to get to know someone on a deeper level.
Or you'll be dancing with the Devil.
We both see eye to eye like we're the same height.
Our conversation took flight.
We're so high we are walking on cloud nine.
Shivers ran down our spine.
Mental stimulation enriches the mind.
Souls touched forever entwined.
I love when our voices touch.
Never knew I could feel this much.
Never knew I could feel this much.
The passion between us is burning.
While our heart keeps on learning.
How to get to know someone on a deeper level.
Or you'll be dancing with the Devil.
We both see eye to eye like we're the same height.
Our conversation took flight.
We're so high we are walking on cloud nine.
Shivers ran down our spine.
Mental stimulation enriches the mind.
Souls touched forever entwined.
I love when our voices touch.
Never knew I could feel this much.
#love
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Dear Alcohol
I got wasted and didn't wanna deal with myself. Every time I drink I turn into somebody else. I'm drinking to take away the pain that I feel. I'm losing control Jesus please take the wheel. My life is heading in the wrong direction. Damn, I don't recognize my own reflection. I'm staring at this man in the mirror. Hennessey seemed to make things clearer. My kidneys are telling me that I should stop. Man, I'm so addicted I love every last drop. It became my best friend when I was stressed. I was drowning in misery, I was lonely and depressed. Until I realize the more I drink the pain still...
#alcohol
752 reads
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Fingers
At times she enjoys the feeling of her fingers. And when she touches it the sensation lingers. Traveling like electric currents going through her nerves. She's not stopping until she gets what she deserves. Vibrations move with simultaneous stimulation of the clitoris. Got the bed stomping through the room like a Tyrannosaurus. She's digging a hole trying to plant some new flowers. Thundershowers started storming for a couple of hours. Passions running fast desire flowing free like rain. Sliding in and out of her juices in a hydroplane. She reaches supersonic flight and releases a sonic boom....
#love
#sex
#identity #sexy
#identity #sexy
428 reads
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Let Me Be Your Mechanic
#love
#sex
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Cryin' The Blues
She needs a man that can stroke her mind like a piano within her orchestra. A conductor that can direct her heart applying the right formula. Lately, her soul been out of tune with reality it's been damaged. He was hitting the wrong keys now her soul is very famished. His playing ways were highly based on improvisation, a style called deception. Believing all his lies like a kid believes in the Santa Clause a bad misconception. Wondering why she's going through so much it's too much to comprehend. Like money, he took so much from her as a thief could spend. She's caught within a neverending...
#love
#depression
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