Submissions by Virginiapetal
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I only write to rid myself of the fevers that plague my soul.
EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Dec 2014 6:01pm
4th Dec 2014 6:01pm
Fingers
Your eyes rolling back into your head
You’re floating….
I lay down beside you and your hand
Slides down my pants
And I am surprised you find all the right places
Your muscular fingers
Deftly stroke my slippery, hot pearl,
Sweet, slick, fire,
Carnal agony,
You ask why I keep gasping
But there is no way for me to answer
Because you don’t stop,
Your fingers smoothly find their way inside
Fill me, find me, greasy thrusts,
And you don’t know what you’re doing
High As A KITE
Your other hand gently twisting my
erect...
You’re floating….
I lay down beside you and your hand
Slides down my pants
And I am surprised you find all the right places
Your muscular fingers
Deftly stroke my slippery, hot pearl,
Sweet, slick, fire,
Carnal agony,
You ask why I keep gasping
But there is no way for me to answer
Because you don’t stop,
Your fingers smoothly find their way inside
Fill me, find me, greasy thrusts,
And you don’t know what you’re doing
High As A KITE
Your other hand gently twisting my
erect...
1271 reads
11 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2014 8:25pm
2nd Dec 2014 8:25pm
Exceptional
Because
The price you put on me
Couldn’t purchase a loaf of bread
In the best of times
In the worst of times
It couldn’t purchase a slice.
Because
I turn lovers away at the door
While you grimace over my shoulder
Patting my back.
Aren’t we happy?
Because
You are. EXCEPTIONAL.
And I am
Exceptionally aware.
The price you put on me
Couldn’t purchase a loaf of bread
In the best of times
In the worst of times
It couldn’t purchase a slice.
Because
I turn lovers away at the door
While you grimace over my shoulder
Patting my back.
Aren’t we happy?
Because
You are. EXCEPTIONAL.
And I am
Exceptionally aware.
810 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Nov 2014 4:10am
19th Nov 2014 4:10am
Misgivings....
How many times have I pulled out of your driveway
Unable to stop my chest from aching?
This dull ache….
I don’t know why it never ceases.
We don’t look at each other.
Just hand off our forlorn son,
Much like a wilted head of cabbage.
Our son, with clear, confused eyes,
Our sad, somber trophy.
And if ever I could traverse the space of time
I would readily reclaim
That first delicate kiss
you so tenderly bequeathed.
Unable to stop my chest from aching?
This dull ache….
I don’t know why it never ceases.
We don’t look at each other.
Just hand off our forlorn son,
Much like a wilted head of cabbage.
Our son, with clear, confused eyes,
Our sad, somber trophy.
And if ever I could traverse the space of time
I would readily reclaim
That first delicate kiss
you so tenderly bequeathed.
715 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Nov 2014 10:06am
16th Nov 2014 10:06am
Cockroach
I survive
And sometimes that means following
The musky scent of rats
And congregating with roaches
But I stay alive
And am not entirely uncertain
I wouldn’t eat you if I had to.
And sometimes that means following
The musky scent of rats
And congregating with roaches
But I stay alive
And am not entirely uncertain
I wouldn’t eat you if I had to.
1041 reads
14 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
11th Nov 2014 11:17pm
11th Nov 2014 11:17pm
Tracks
You’re there again
Choking on your disease
Black tar tracks and raw red mounds
Pickling your arms
And you’re grinning at everyone
On a tenacious rerun:
“I am doing great. Things are going so good.”
High on your own ego
High with your pernicious demon
That kills you a little more each time.
And I ache for you.
I’ll die with you.
Be left standing alone
Hating every single memory you left behind.
Choking on your disease
Black tar tracks and raw red mounds
Pickling your arms
And you’re grinning at everyone
On a tenacious rerun:
“I am doing great. Things are going so good.”
High on your own ego
High with your pernicious demon
That kills you a little more each time.
And I ache for you.
I’ll die with you.
Be left standing alone
Hating every single memory you left behind.
810 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2014 8:09pm
3rd Nov 2014 8:09pm
Famine
All you desperate poets
Diligently searching for the perfect words
To describe your solitude, melancholy, the knives, the cuts,
Hopelessness, hatred, despondency, disease, death,
Famine of the Soul.
But to me, depression is about
Hitting snooze twenty times on your alarm clock
Because getting out of bed is just….
Too. Fucking. Hard.
Diligently searching for the perfect words
To describe your solitude, melancholy, the knives, the cuts,
Hopelessness, hatred, despondency, disease, death,
Famine of the Soul.
But to me, depression is about
Hitting snooze twenty times on your alarm clock
Because getting out of bed is just….
Too. Fucking. Hard.
1212 reads
8 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
29th Oct 2014 3:03am
29th Oct 2014 3:03am
Relapse
You’re slurring your words. Are you okay?
I’m okay. Just tired. I’m really tired.
I get tired too, but I don’t slur my words.
I’m tired. You’re acting like that guy in Mystic River.
Mystic River, the movie?
Yes, where he makes him admit that he did it
And he didn’t do it. And then he shoots him the head.
I’ve seen it.
But are you high? Because I’ve heard you high and that’s what you sound like.
I’m not high. I’m just tired. And I feel weird.
My head is spinning.
Okay. I’m not bringing your son tonight. You’re too tired. ...
I’m okay. Just tired. I’m really tired.
I get tired too, but I don’t slur my words.
I’m tired. You’re acting like that guy in Mystic River.
Mystic River, the movie?
Yes, where he makes him admit that he did it
And he didn’t do it. And then he shoots him the head.
I’ve seen it.
But are you high? Because I’ve heard you high and that’s what you sound like.
I’m not high. I’m just tired. And I feel weird.
My head is spinning.
Okay. I’m not bringing your son tonight. You’re too tired. ...
796 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Oct 2014 7:31pm
28th Oct 2014 7:31pm
Blunt Trauma
It’s that tone you take with me.
As if I am a telemarketer or
Your bloated cousin.
I can stop talking if you want.
Let the quietness drown out the pretension
And in the transparent lull
I can fully perceive
How empty your heart is.
As if I am a telemarketer or
Your bloated cousin.
I can stop talking if you want.
Let the quietness drown out the pretension
And in the transparent lull
I can fully perceive
How empty your heart is.
739 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Oct 2014 00:01am
27th Oct 2014 00:01am
Roast Beef
I am consumed
Brought loosely to my knees
Men everywhere I turn,
All over the place,
Ubiquitously haunting the corners
Imbedded in the fat of my brain
In the wisps of my watery soul.
I am sick.
Pushed over the edge with jealousy
With possessiveness, madness.
For someone who cannot be mine.
I am sick.
I desire your smell,
Your taste
Your body
If you were here
I could make you feel things you never felt before
Erotic exorbitance
Endless. Forever.
But you say to me, I can't see you...
Brought loosely to my knees
Men everywhere I turn,
All over the place,
Ubiquitously haunting the corners
Imbedded in the fat of my brain
In the wisps of my watery soul.
I am sick.
Pushed over the edge with jealousy
With possessiveness, madness.
For someone who cannot be mine.
I am sick.
I desire your smell,
Your taste
Your body
If you were here
I could make you feel things you never felt before
Erotic exorbitance
Endless. Forever.
But you say to me, I can't see you...
790 reads
4 Comments
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