Submissions by Zazzles (Broomie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Bronx Butterfly
A beautiful butterfly perched outside
my windowsill, such a sight to see
In a place where darkness dwells,
from the depth of a forgotten city
a wretched hell
I hear a song like no other you've ever heard
so tone deaf I can't even hear the words
gun shots ring out It's a thundering sound
with no witnesses to see and no cops around ...
my windowsill, such a sight to see
In a place where darkness dwells,
from the depth of a forgotten city
a wretched hell
I hear a song like no other you've ever heard
so tone deaf I can't even hear the words
gun shots ring out It's a thundering sound
with no witnesses to see and no cops around ...
1321 reads
26 Comments
Fetich Seeker
I captured your heart and enslaved your brain
unlocking and unleashing the beast from within
giving you the right to release your pain
searching no more for your own selfish gain
I entered your life like a thief in the night
seeking and stealing all your thoughts that weren't right Knowing down deep the desires that taunt you the secrets you have how they must haunt you
I know who you are, do you know who I am
I am the one holding your hand
...
unlocking and unleashing the beast from within
giving you the right to release your pain
searching no more for your own selfish gain
I entered your life like a thief in the night
seeking and stealing all your thoughts that weren't right Knowing down deep the desires that taunt you the secrets you have how they must haunt you
I know who you are, do you know who I am
I am the one holding your hand
...
1257 reads
14 Comments
Whispers
She walks alone in the snow
he walks in her shadow
she dose not stop him
he did not beg
she does not lead
they didn’t pretend
She pulls in her breath
deeply
feelings pushed aside
completely
adjusting her dress ever so
neatly…
He staggers forward
She leans back
He clutches his heart
She...
he walks in her shadow
she dose not stop him
he did not beg
she does not lead
they didn’t pretend
She pulls in her breath
deeply
feelings pushed aside
completely
adjusting her dress ever so
neatly…
He staggers forward
She leans back
He clutches his heart
She...
1449 reads
24 Comments
Seasonal Strike.
I have nothing to write about
I'm in that hard spot between a soft place conundrum;
Indeed, the same old dribble that's been said before
in so many ways is clogging my thought process,
my imagination.
I am flooded with humdrum and this and that;
a whole bunch of sighs with my hands folded and tucked
under my chin and my eyes glazed over.
I exhale, uninspired.
I have no man in my life to speak of;
nor do I have plans for the summer
as it edges...
I'm in that hard spot between a soft place conundrum;
Indeed, the same old dribble that's been said before
in so many ways is clogging my thought process,
my imagination.
I am flooded with humdrum and this and that;
a whole bunch of sighs with my hands folded and tucked
under my chin and my eyes glazed over.
I exhale, uninspired.
I have no man in my life to speak of;
nor do I have plans for the summer
as it edges...
856 reads
8 Comments
Murder She Wrote
Blood red all around
no murder weapon
no body found.
Crimson splats
left on the walls
broken glass
you saw it all.
You were told
to stay outside
I told you twice
to run and hide.
Things got crazy
we had a fight
I stabbed that fucker
with my knife
I stabbed him twice
right in his face
then burned his ...
no murder weapon
no body found.
Crimson splats
left on the walls
broken glass
you saw it all.
You were told
to stay outside
I told you twice
to run and hide.
Things got crazy
we had a fight
I stabbed that fucker
with my knife
I stabbed him twice
right in his face
then burned his ...
1302 reads
29 Comments
I know his secret
Her hand is placed tightly upon his weary
shoulder, the other upon his supple thigh
she can feel the power given to her
such an unrealistic high
wickedly she grins then laughs
as her sex-slave walks through the door
on your knees and beg for it
you kinky little whore—
the other man is waiting
as his pants fall to the floor
she tells...
shoulder, the other upon his supple thigh
she can feel the power given to her
such an unrealistic high
wickedly she grins then laughs
as her sex-slave walks through the door
on your knees and beg for it
you kinky little whore—
the other man is waiting
as his pants fall to the floor
she tells...
1371 reads
22 Comments
Tiny Box
Inside a tiny box
lays a tiny key
to my tiny heart
A toxic shock
that really hurt,
Pandora's Box
I was left to rot,
I'm vacant.
No feelings spared
no one here to care,
left alone
soon became
my home,
I'm fragile.
...
lays a tiny key
to my tiny heart
A toxic shock
that really hurt,
Pandora's Box
I was left to rot,
I'm vacant.
No feelings spared
no one here to care,
left alone
soon became
my home,
I'm fragile.
...
1104 reads
29 Comments
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