Submissions by Virginiapetal
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I only write to rid myself of the fevers that plague my soul.
DARK POEM
Published
25th Feb 2015 7:49pm
25th Feb 2015 7:49pm
The Things I Would Like to Say...But Never Will.
I do not care about how many shits
You take a day
Or how long it took you
Or what time you did it
Or that you yelled at a girl
Complaining about your smelly ass deeds
While she tries to apply her makeup.
Please….stop. Just. Stop. Your. Shit talk.
Your breath smells so bad
That I can only imagine
Your breakfast repertoire
Is fetid road kill.
Your English is so extraordinarily bad
I can only smile and nod
And wish
I were not here pretending
That I understand
As much as one
Tongue fucked word...
You take a day
Or how long it took you
Or what time you did it
Or that you yelled at a girl
Complaining about your smelly ass deeds
While she tries to apply her makeup.
Please….stop. Just. Stop. Your. Shit talk.
Your breath smells so bad
That I can only imagine
Your breakfast repertoire
Is fetid road kill.
Your English is so extraordinarily bad
I can only smile and nod
And wish
I were not here pretending
That I understand
As much as one
Tongue fucked word...
859 reads
12 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
24th Feb 2015 3:25pm
24th Feb 2015 3:25pm
Cocaine at the Gym
You take your shirt off immediately…
And walk around like you own the place
Puffed chest, pompous, soaring ego
And everyone takes heed…
Recognizing that you are a raging jackass
“Put your fucking shirt on” I say.
But you go to the weights and lift
And lift and lift and lift
You are
KING OF THE WORLD.
When we walk
I make sure
I am at least
4 paces behind you
Pretending that actually
I don’t have a fucking
Clue who you are.
And walk around like you own the place
Puffed chest, pompous, soaring ego
And everyone takes heed…
Recognizing that you are a raging jackass
“Put your fucking shirt on” I say.
But you go to the weights and lift
And lift and lift and lift
You are
KING OF THE WORLD.
When we walk
I make sure
I am at least
4 paces behind you
Pretending that actually
I don’t have a fucking
Clue who you are.
869 reads
9 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2015 5:31pm
23rd Feb 2015 5:31pm
Your Lover in my Wasteland
Today the wind is
Blowing bits of ice
In a vortex, from the vortex.
My hands are frozen bricks,
Brilliant, blue skies
Empty and cruel.
Your overseer came for you:
Black tar
Blow
Blues, pink ladies
And you’re gone again.
But what are we,
Any of us,
Under this kind of sky?
Nothing more than one
Of these slivers of ice
Swirling in an empty eddy.
Only you
Can get away with your
Loving addiction
And I stay chilled
In the barren grey.
Blowing bits of ice
In a vortex, from the vortex.
My hands are frozen bricks,
Brilliant, blue skies
Empty and cruel.
Your overseer came for you:
Black tar
Blow
Blues, pink ladies
And you’re gone again.
But what are we,
Any of us,
Under this kind of sky?
Nothing more than one
Of these slivers of ice
Swirling in an empty eddy.
Only you
Can get away with your
Loving addiction
And I stay chilled
In the barren grey.
885 reads
13 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
21st Feb 2015 5:16am
21st Feb 2015 5:16am
Your Lady of Choice
At last
The fairytale of your docile love
Desists
And you stumble around
On the phone
Calling me profane things
Demanding your profane needs
While my jaw drops
In astonishment.
All the things you say I am…
A selfish, greedy bitch
Hoarding my splendid riches
And now you must turn back
To your heroin rich bitches
And I’ll return to
Where I was.
Quite content
Without your love.
The fairytale of your docile love
Desists
And you stumble around
On the phone
Calling me profane things
Demanding your profane needs
While my jaw drops
In astonishment.
All the things you say I am…
A selfish, greedy bitch
Hoarding my splendid riches
And now you must turn back
To your heroin rich bitches
And I’ll return to
Where I was.
Quite content
Without your love.
719 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Feb 2015 4:56pm
20th Feb 2015 4:56pm
Hot, Sweaty Night
It’s just that image…..
Of you bare chested
Broad shouldered
Understated tattoos
Your muscular girth
Hidden beneath
The secretive volumes
Of distressed jeans…
Waking me out of a light slumber
To lie down next to me…
It’s that image
That I can’t quite
Get out of my head.
Of you bare chested
Broad shouldered
Understated tattoos
Your muscular girth
Hidden beneath
The secretive volumes
Of distressed jeans…
Waking me out of a light slumber
To lie down next to me…
It’s that image
That I can’t quite
Get out of my head.
925 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Feb 2015 4:43pm
20th Feb 2015 4:43pm
Internal Dialogues of Dysfunction (co-written with Chowmaster)
I tell you how I feel
And spit poison
I touch you in affection
And bruise your skin
I wait for you to come to me
And balk at your approach
I seek your attention
And insult you
I can’t wait to see you again
And ignore you
You want to pin me down
Under your ten ton thumb
The places you have put me
And the places that you keep me
Dig fresh wounds and unearth the old
Until you have created
A mess of a masterpiece.
I say I am patient
But eagerly...
And spit poison
I touch you in affection
And bruise your skin
I wait for you to come to me
And balk at your approach
I seek your attention
And insult you
I can’t wait to see you again
And ignore you
You want to pin me down
Under your ten ton thumb
The places you have put me
And the places that you keep me
Dig fresh wounds and unearth the old
Until you have created
A mess of a masterpiece.
I say I am patient
But eagerly...
800 reads
9 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Feb 2015 1:41am
20th Feb 2015 1:41am
Say My Name (co-written with the Dmitri_dragovich)
1262 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th Feb 2015 11:16pm
19th Feb 2015 11:16pm
Freeze Dream
Hooded figures
Peering down on my face,
I can see you, from afar,
From across the barren, abandoned
Void of this room
I feel your icy, unspeakable terror.
You have stolen my voice
And welded my limbs immobile
You are a phantom of certain death
I meet you every night
And part every morning…
Only this night, or the next,
One of these forlorn nights,
I fear
You won’t let me go
And forever have me
Treading the ghastly sands
Of Nothingness in a
Ghastly oblivion that exists
Nowhere
And perhaps then ...
Peering down on my face,
I can see you, from afar,
From across the barren, abandoned
Void of this room
I feel your icy, unspeakable terror.
You have stolen my voice
And welded my limbs immobile
You are a phantom of certain death
I meet you every night
And part every morning…
Only this night, or the next,
One of these forlorn nights,
I fear
You won’t let me go
And forever have me
Treading the ghastly sands
Of Nothingness in a
Ghastly oblivion that exists
Nowhere
And perhaps then ...
716 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Feb 2015 9:06pm
17th Feb 2015 9:06pm
Inevitable Destruction
The water is warm here.
Silver reflections and placid,
Requited crests
Strum the tips of my nipples
A place I never want to leave…
Don’t leave.
Don’t ever leave.
I can search the ends of the earth
Clear into the bowels of hell
And the phantasmal trills of heaven
And not find this peace
This perfect reservoir
Of tidal yearnings
Where my soul
And body
Find a delicate unity
In your honest
Embrace.
Silver reflections and placid,
Requited crests
Strum the tips of my nipples
A place I never want to leave…
Don’t leave.
Don’t ever leave.
I can search the ends of the earth
Clear into the bowels of hell
And the phantasmal trills of heaven
And not find this peace
This perfect reservoir
Of tidal yearnings
Where my soul
And body
Find a delicate unity
In your honest
Embrace.
789 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Feb 2015 4:47pm
14th Feb 2015 4:47pm
This Day....of all Days
If you spend your nights alone
Writhing in a bed, too comfortable
For one person
And eat dinner alone
On a table with four settings…
Valentine’s Day is a 24 hour
Exercise of loneliness and despair
If you spend your nights
Writhing in bed with someone
Who forgets to reach over
And touch you
And you eat your dinner alone
On a table with four settings,
Valentine’s Day is a 24 hour
Exercise of high expectation
And bottomless disappointment.
If you spend your nights
Wrapped in a friction filled embrace,...
Writhing in a bed, too comfortable
For one person
And eat dinner alone
On a table with four settings…
Valentine’s Day is a 24 hour
Exercise of loneliness and despair
If you spend your nights
Writhing in bed with someone
Who forgets to reach over
And touch you
And you eat your dinner alone
On a table with four settings,
Valentine’s Day is a 24 hour
Exercise of high expectation
And bottomless disappointment.
If you spend your nights
Wrapped in a friction filled embrace,...
779 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Feb 2015 7:43pm
13th Feb 2015 7:43pm
Where did it's Head Go?
I am on my lunch break
Trying to fake
The motions of eating my lunch
But near to my left
Lies a mottled black mess
That bereaves me with each carrot crunch.
This fly lying dead
Missing it's head
Causing me much consternation
Throw my lunch in the garbage
My mind wrapped in larvage
Felling ill over death's bleak invasion.
Trying to fake
The motions of eating my lunch
But near to my left
Lies a mottled black mess
That bereaves me with each carrot crunch.
This fly lying dead
Missing it's head
Causing me much consternation
Throw my lunch in the garbage
My mind wrapped in larvage
Felling ill over death's bleak invasion.
697 reads
7 Comments
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