Submissions by Virginiapetal
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I only write to rid myself of the fevers that plague my soul.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2015 7:56pm
22nd Jun 2015 7:56pm
What you Want to Read
There are some I write for you
And some I write for me
The ones that hurt me most
Are the ones you’ll never see.
We write to express oceans
Our turbulent, tender seas
But the wounds that truly rift our hearts
Is our unseen poetry.
We write what we imagine
Others want to hear
But sores that ache too long or deep
Our readers cannot bear.
And some I write for me
The ones that hurt me most
Are the ones you’ll never see.
We write to express oceans
Our turbulent, tender seas
But the wounds that truly rift our hearts
Is our unseen poetry.
We write what we imagine
Others want to hear
But sores that ache too long or deep
Our readers cannot bear.
1023 reads
14 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2015 7:16pm
22nd Jun 2015 7:16pm
Afflicted
It’s terribly surprising
That you could grow hard
With these tiny caresses
My hand snakes up your shorts,
Light but greedy touches...
I always marvel at your girth
At the sheen, linear hardness
And I know you didn’t intend for me
To slip off my skirt
Climb on top of you
While you sit up with your back
Against the wall,
Erect and thick,
And I can’t help it
You slip in easily
Fill me full and tight
I'll ride you eager but careful
I desperately need to devour you,
Find your benevolent roots
And heal...
That you could grow hard
With these tiny caresses
My hand snakes up your shorts,
Light but greedy touches...
I always marvel at your girth
At the sheen, linear hardness
And I know you didn’t intend for me
To slip off my skirt
Climb on top of you
While you sit up with your back
Against the wall,
Erect and thick,
And I can’t help it
You slip in easily
Fill me full and tight
I'll ride you eager but careful
I desperately need to devour you,
Find your benevolent roots
And heal...
1123 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jun 2015 4:57pm
19th Jun 2015 4:57pm
Mistress
Your lady perches
On a rusty throne
Broken and ugly
Her vigilant, swollen eyes always
Watching me…every move
Waiting for one more
Moment of disparity,
The edgy scepter of doubt,
So she can move in
Be your savvy she devil
With the razor studded whip
Her grip
Brutally stitched
To your marrow
Your central nervous system
Your mangled spine.
I imagine one day
I’ll open the door
And she’ll be there
With a glass of whiskey
And a barrel of bullets
She’ll pull the trigger ...
On a rusty throne
Broken and ugly
Her vigilant, swollen eyes always
Watching me…every move
Waiting for one more
Moment of disparity,
The edgy scepter of doubt,
So she can move in
Be your savvy she devil
With the razor studded whip
Her grip
Brutally stitched
To your marrow
Your central nervous system
Your mangled spine.
I imagine one day
I’ll open the door
And she’ll be there
With a glass of whiskey
And a barrel of bullets
She’ll pull the trigger ...
906 reads
7 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Jun 2015 9:12pm
15th Jun 2015 9:12pm
Sapphic Incident in a Girl's Bathroom
1135 reads
14 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Jun 2015 6:43pm
15th Jun 2015 6:43pm
Breakfast (co write with Whiteboy13014)
1103 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jun 2015 8:48pm
12th Jun 2015 8:48pm
Immortality
There was a pile of dirty towels
At the bottom of the stairs,
That I had to step over
Find you in the dim lit basement
Sleeping on a dirty couch
Heavy in despair
I lay down on top of you
Wind my fingers through your
Auburn hair,
Oily from neglect,
Trace your damp skin
Your crepe eyelids
Skim your tender lips
With feathery fingertips
While you pretend I’m not here.
I press my heart into yours,
Cautious arousal,
Mutual affinity,
That shouldn’t be
Indignant cruelty
From indulgent...
At the bottom of the stairs,
That I had to step over
Find you in the dim lit basement
Sleeping on a dirty couch
Heavy in despair
I lay down on top of you
Wind my fingers through your
Auburn hair,
Oily from neglect,
Trace your damp skin
Your crepe eyelids
Skim your tender lips
With feathery fingertips
While you pretend I’m not here.
I press my heart into yours,
Cautious arousal,
Mutual affinity,
That shouldn’t be
Indignant cruelty
From indulgent...
960 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Jun 2015 9:28pm
9th Jun 2015 9:28pm
Bones
The little cement block beneath
The roses, glistening pinks and whites,
A sentimental thank you to the donors’ plate,
Looking more like a gravestone,
And I had to for a moment
Work hard to remove
Your bones from my thoughts
Because there you were
In your coffin
That I try not to think about
Too much.
I kept walking, keep walking,
Past the roses
Past the gravestone
And really should work harder
On seeing you as a furious beam of light
Rather than a body in a coffin ...
The roses, glistening pinks and whites,
A sentimental thank you to the donors’ plate,
Looking more like a gravestone,
And I had to for a moment
Work hard to remove
Your bones from my thoughts
Because there you were
In your coffin
That I try not to think about
Too much.
I kept walking, keep walking,
Past the roses
Past the gravestone
And really should work harder
On seeing you as a furious beam of light
Rather than a body in a coffin ...
933 reads
9 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
5th Jun 2015 3:48pm
5th Jun 2015 3:48pm
The Only Way to Love You..as far as I know
I don’t think about it….
Willingly look away
When you are slobbering down your chin
And have orange or red sauce,
(Cheetos or marinara?)
Staining the skin around your lips
Jelly smeared on your shirt,
(Or is that ice cream?).
I avoid your eyes,
Dishwater dull….
Like looking into the eyes of a dead man
And I’ve seen a dead man or two,
Plastic horror.
I can love you
And I can hate you
And today I hate you.
Tomorrow
I can love you again
When your eyes clear
And your skin loses its...
Willingly look away
When you are slobbering down your chin
And have orange or red sauce,
(Cheetos or marinara?)
Staining the skin around your lips
Jelly smeared on your shirt,
(Or is that ice cream?).
I avoid your eyes,
Dishwater dull….
Like looking into the eyes of a dead man
And I’ve seen a dead man or two,
Plastic horror.
I can love you
And I can hate you
And today I hate you.
Tomorrow
I can love you again
When your eyes clear
And your skin loses its...
887 reads
14 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2015 7:55pm
2nd Jun 2015 7:55pm
The Rehab Group
The women are heavy and doleful
Still curling their bangs
And wearing pleated jeans.
Or the skinny ones with tight,
Unforgiving buns piled high and austere,
You’re not fooling anyone, sweetheart,
Squeezed into acid washed pants
Leering at everyone under several
Coats of midnight mascara.
The men slumped in their chairs
Gripping their hands together
Slouching in defeat,
Outwitted, dimwitted,
Checkmate,
Mother fucker,
You’re done.
But I try not to judge them.
On the Richter scale of trauma
They score 7.5 on...
Still curling their bangs
And wearing pleated jeans.
Or the skinny ones with tight,
Unforgiving buns piled high and austere,
You’re not fooling anyone, sweetheart,
Squeezed into acid washed pants
Leering at everyone under several
Coats of midnight mascara.
The men slumped in their chairs
Gripping their hands together
Slouching in defeat,
Outwitted, dimwitted,
Checkmate,
Mother fucker,
You’re done.
But I try not to judge them.
On the Richter scale of trauma
They score 7.5 on...
842 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Jun 2015 8:32pm
1st Jun 2015 8:32pm
Punishment
Wearing that skinny black dress,
Like tissue paper,
Throwing up in in a dank black hole
Set in the middle of a
6 by 8 foot cell
Curled in a corner
Not caring if my panties were exposed
Not caring
Why you did this to me
Scooting away, to the other corner,
Away from the crimson stained tooth chip
And the blood smear spattered
Negligently against the yellow plastered wall
Wondering if anyone ever cleans these cells
In those small moments of lucidity.
They put me here
Because I told them I wanted to die
Put me in a place ...
Like tissue paper,
Throwing up in in a dank black hole
Set in the middle of a
6 by 8 foot cell
Curled in a corner
Not caring if my panties were exposed
Not caring
Why you did this to me
Scooting away, to the other corner,
Away from the crimson stained tooth chip
And the blood smear spattered
Negligently against the yellow plastered wall
Wondering if anyone ever cleans these cells
In those small moments of lucidity.
They put me here
Because I told them I wanted to die
Put me in a place ...
882 reads
13 Comments
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