Submissions by VinnieP
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I started writing poems a year ago. I never had an interest in poetry until an English class I took last year. I like to sit at computer, close my eyes and type. Before long I end up writing a poem, and gaining a better understanding of myself.
SELF POEM
Published
21st Mar 2018 00:13am
21st Mar 2018 00:13am
Not Alone
Lost soul
Dreaming the dream
Living among the damned
Lustful desires hellbound spirit
Human
Dreaming the dream
Living among the damned
Lustful desires hellbound spirit
Human
#SelfReflection
#cinquain
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2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
19th Mar 2018 9:16pm
19th Mar 2018 9:16pm
Time
The weight of the world presses upon my chest
They pull from the left
They pull from the right
I'm pulled in every direction
My life is not my own
Time is my nemesis
There's never enough
A race against time
Oh, how I hate the clock
I'm ready to explode at the toc
Time presses upon my chest
This world asks too much
I am one man
I must deliver
For, it is my nature
My will is there, not enough time
Their needs are here, I am a man
Their needs become my will
The click...
They pull from the left
They pull from the right
I'm pulled in every direction
My life is not my own
Time is my nemesis
There's never enough
A race against time
Oh, how I hate the clock
I'm ready to explode at the toc
Time presses upon my chest
This world asks too much
I am one man
I must deliver
For, it is my nature
My will is there, not enough time
Their needs are here, I am a man
Their needs become my will
The click...
#anxiety
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Mar 2018 4:37pm
10th Mar 2018 4:37pm
My First Me
Has anybody ever asked you who you are?
It sounds so simple; you open your mouth to speak
You can’t find the answer; you’re not just a name
How do you answer?
It takes a lifetime for me
My me has changed throughout the years
I was born into hell
Just like everyone else
Cursed by the fruit of the tree
I didn’t lay stagnant like so many others
My parents were loving for me and my brothers
They taught us to follow the path
Over the hills and over the mountains
Out of the forest, we came to a river
They pulled us...
It sounds so simple; you open your mouth to speak
You can’t find the answer; you’re not just a name
How do you answer?
It takes a lifetime for me
My me has changed throughout the years
I was born into hell
Just like everyone else
Cursed by the fruit of the tree
I didn’t lay stagnant like so many others
My parents were loving for me and my brothers
They taught us to follow the path
Over the hills and over the mountains
Out of the forest, we came to a river
They pulled us...
#identity
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EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Mar 2018 6:17pm
9th Mar 2018 6:17pm
To her, For me
Tired feet
Rest!
On my shoulders
Tongue flicks
Delicious!
Her body twitches
Swirling tongue
Sensual!
Pulsating pelvic delight
Restrained moans
Submission!
Exuberant vivacious groans
Sweet nectar
Climax!
Mesmerizing euphoric surrender
Rest!
On my shoulders
Tongue flicks
Delicious!
Her body twitches
Swirling tongue
Sensual!
Pulsating pelvic delight
Restrained moans
Submission!
Exuberant vivacious groans
Sweet nectar
Climax!
Mesmerizing euphoric surrender
#erotic
726 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
9th Mar 2018 7:21am
9th Mar 2018 7:21am
Farewell Briseis
Godlike Achilles stands outside his hut, face as red as blood.
Then walks up Patroclus, the dearest to his heart:
“Why, my friend, are you so angry? Tell me what is wrong.”
The great Achilles turns to his beloved friend and says:
“He is taking her, he is taking my prize, my dear Briseis.
But that is not it, that is not the root of my anger. I’ll tell you what it is.
I must allow this to happen, for it is the will of the gods.
I could have struck him down, the warlord, he is no match for me.
If the white-armed-goddess hadn’t sent...
Then walks up Patroclus, the dearest to his heart:
“Why, my friend, are you so angry? Tell me what is wrong.”
The great Achilles turns to his beloved friend and says:
“He is taking her, he is taking my prize, my dear Briseis.
But that is not it, that is not the root of my anger. I’ll tell you what it is.
I must allow this to happen, for it is the will of the gods.
I could have struck him down, the warlord, he is no match for me.
If the white-armed-goddess hadn’t sent...
#fiction
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2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Mar 2018 2:59am
9th Mar 2018 2:59am
Orgasmic Bliss
Throbbing!
Between her thighs
Pearly exultation
Between her thighs
Pearly exultation
#erotic
#SixWordStory
986 reads
7 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Mar 2018 8:06am
8th Mar 2018 8:06am
My Salvation
Just one more; that’s what I need
Another whiskey; Scotch on the rocks
My body is numb; my head floats above
I look down, at my shiny empty glass
I look back up, and there it is
That neat little bottle, so sophisticated!
I’m a fish in the ocean, but I bit the lure
It’s pulling me in, I’m caught, I’m hooked!
I take that bottle in my hand, I hold it so tight
One cube of ice, I drop in the glass
My shiny rocks glass, my salvation!
I tilt the bottle and pour it so slow
That sound! The crackling of ice!
My soul fills with joy; I...
Another whiskey; Scotch on the rocks
My body is numb; my head floats above
I look down, at my shiny empty glass
I look back up, and there it is
That neat little bottle, so sophisticated!
I’m a fish in the ocean, but I bit the lure
It’s pulling me in, I’m caught, I’m hooked!
I take that bottle in my hand, I hold it so tight
One cube of ice, I drop in the glass
My shiny rocks glass, my salvation!
I tilt the bottle and pour it so slow
That sound! The crackling of ice!
My soul fills with joy; I...
#love
#alcohol
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2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2018 11:40pm
3rd Mar 2018 11:40pm
Dying to Feel Alive
He wants to know if he is alive
He tests his limits, to see if he’ll survive
The body is remarkable
The abuse it can endure
He’s so confident, so sure
He tokes on his smoke
He shoots his whiskey
Washes it down with a beer
He tests his limits
Till death, he is near
He drops his first dose
His body is molecules
Floating in the air
Colors all around; inhuman powers!
Artificial high, plastic taste in his mouth
He is high above the clouds
He doesn’t want to come down
It is unavoidable
The...
He tests his limits, to see if he’ll survive
The body is remarkable
The abuse it can endure
He’s so confident, so sure
He tokes on his smoke
He shoots his whiskey
Washes it down with a beer
He tests his limits
Till death, he is near
He drops his first dose
His body is molecules
Floating in the air
Colors all around; inhuman powers!
Artificial high, plastic taste in his mouth
He is high above the clouds
He doesn’t want to come down
It is unavoidable
The...
#friendship
#death
#drugs
650 reads
6 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2018 2:43am
3rd Mar 2018 2:43am
Beware of the Unsaddled Horse
Beware of the unsaddled Horse
Said a man to three sons
For, his ride is fierce
Thrilling, though it may be
Few have ever returned
His rider is cold and blank
An empty shell, once a man
Saddled is the rider
Whoever he may be
His Horse holds the reigns
Oh, how he was warned
Careful son, that horse will buck
If you must ride, stick with the pony
Though not much of a thrill
He'll get you where you're going
Two rode the pony, the middle a taste
His ride was slow and dull
No...
Said a man to three sons
For, his ride is fierce
Thrilling, though it may be
Few have ever returned
His rider is cold and blank
An empty shell, once a man
Saddled is the rider
Whoever he may be
His Horse holds the reigns
Oh, how he was warned
Careful son, that horse will buck
If you must ride, stick with the pony
Though not much of a thrill
He'll get you where you're going
Two rode the pony, the middle a taste
His ride was slow and dull
No...
#LifeStruggles
#heroin
#horses
#metaphor
#drugs
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