Submissions by a_methyste (hlightdroid)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
The will to live
I woke up
In the middle of the night
And everything was shaking;
I ran out of the hospital room;
It was the first day in the hospital,
AndI was not used to the environment.
And as I did run,
I took the right side of the hall,
Which leads further to the hospital,
Not to the exit;
So I turned back;
While passing again past my room.
I got reminded of Ana;
I said to myself,
How did I leave her inside?
I stepped at the door of the hospital room
And instead of Ana,
I saw noone inside;
I got reminded,
That...
In the middle of the night
And everything was shaking;
I ran out of the hospital room;
It was the first day in the hospital,
AndI was not used to the environment.
And as I did run,
I took the right side of the hall,
Which leads further to the hospital,
Not to the exit;
So I turned back;
While passing again past my room.
I got reminded of Ana;
I said to myself,
How did I leave her inside?
I stepped at the door of the hospital room
And instead of Ana,
I saw noone inside;
I got reminded,
That...
#universe
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Hermetic system
Watching her standing;
He was aware
He did not know;
What was she thinking now?
Maybe she was hungry;
Maybe she had had a bad day;
Maybe she was attracted to somebody;
There were an infinite possibilities
In front of him,
And she stood there,
As a hermetic system;
A still isle;
Seeing her still;
Her hair covered her face,
And her skin was reddened by the heat in the room;
Half laying in the sofa;
And him staying in his chair;
Two aisles;
Silent;
Glittering under the silver moon;
He was aware
He did not know;
What was she thinking now?
Maybe she was hungry;
Maybe she had had a bad day;
Maybe she was attracted to somebody;
There were an infinite possibilities
In front of him,
And she stood there,
As a hermetic system;
A still isle;
Seeing her still;
Her hair covered her face,
And her skin was reddened by the heat in the room;
Half laying in the sofa;
And him staying in his chair;
Two aisles;
Silent;
Glittering under the silver moon;
#universe
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Words
Words, words, words.
Innumerable words,
Endless words,
Aimless words.
Words scattered in space,
Without intent
And scope.
In the smoke room.
At the cafetteria.
At the hall.
Words that captured,
Words that gave you depression,
Words that strangulated,
Words that menaced,
Words that captured you by the throat,
And did not let you move.
Words that sprouted their tentacles
And captured their favorite prey
And spread their digestive liquids.
Eating you up!
On a silent afternoon.
In october. ...
Innumerable words,
Endless words,
Aimless words.
Words scattered in space,
Without intent
And scope.
In the smoke room.
At the cafetteria.
At the hall.
Words that captured,
Words that gave you depression,
Words that strangulated,
Words that menaced,
Words that captured you by the throat,
And did not let you move.
Words that sprouted their tentacles
And captured their favorite prey
And spread their digestive liquids.
Eating you up!
On a silent afternoon.
In october. ...
#confusion
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Oriental perfume
I wonder if anybody ever has felt that amazed,
As I did with you?
While making love yesterday.
Your youth,
Evaporating of your body,
As an oriental perfume.
Every detail as set up by an obsessed erotic producer,
Your boyish back,
Your almond eyes.
Caressing your hair
Felt the tenderest silk.
You felt deep, like an old friend.
Your words:
Sweet,
Like a beautiful familiar lullaby!
I am left wondering today,
Wishing would anybody ever desire me that deep,
As I did desire you?
I want to be a perfume! ...
As I did with you?
While making love yesterday.
Your youth,
Evaporating of your body,
As an oriental perfume.
Every detail as set up by an obsessed erotic producer,
Your boyish back,
Your almond eyes.
Caressing your hair
Felt the tenderest silk.
You felt deep, like an old friend.
Your words:
Sweet,
Like a beautiful familiar lullaby!
I am left wondering today,
Wishing would anybody ever desire me that deep,
As I did desire you?
I want to be a perfume! ...
#lover
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I fear the mind of a man
I fear the mind of a man!
All he has loved.
All he has felt.
A stranger?
I freeze under the memories of his past!
His desires.
His temptations.
Sometimes system rusts.
Sometimes a script of heaven.
Both of them scary,
The guillotine,
The knife of rejection,
Will it hurt me?
Or will I survive this time?
Scared I am!
So scared of him!
I want to be accepted!
I want to be felt!
All he has loved.
All he has felt.
A stranger?
I freeze under the memories of his past!
His desires.
His temptations.
Sometimes system rusts.
Sometimes a script of heaven.
Both of them scary,
The guillotine,
The knife of rejection,
Will it hurt me?
Or will I survive this time?
Scared I am!
So scared of him!
I want to be accepted!
I want to be felt!
#lover
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Creamy
You come creamy
Mexican guy with black eyes
You calm my sight
You soothe my hands
I like sleeping with you
Serpentine silhouette
That moves fast.
Mexican guy with black eyes
You calm my sight
You soothe my hands
I like sleeping with you
Serpentine silhouette
That moves fast.
#erotic
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Why am I all alone
I do not know today?
Is it me?
Or is it them?
I am getting approved and challenged,
By the same friend,
For the same thing,
In the same hour of the day.
A love maybe I was granted or not.
A friend I met but never talked.
Even music,
Even photography,
No place to escape!
No mood!
No state of mind!
I feel numb,
Motionless.
I had long conversations outside yesterday,
But feel nothing was said,
It is not chaos,
It is not confusion,
It’s a feeling of another kind:
«Not having a friend to share»...
Is it me?
Or is it them?
I am getting approved and challenged,
By the same friend,
For the same thing,
In the same hour of the day.
A love maybe I was granted or not.
A friend I met but never talked.
Even music,
Even photography,
No place to escape!
No mood!
No state of mind!
I feel numb,
Motionless.
I had long conversations outside yesterday,
But feel nothing was said,
It is not chaos,
It is not confusion,
It’s a feeling of another kind:
«Not having a friend to share»...
#loneliness
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Hello
I was in a place where everybody said hello
And it felt good.
And it felt good.
#friendship
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Eroticism
Eroticism is a book that chants me.
I often i get lost in its letters and forget my way back.
…When life manages to tear me away,
I get shocked by all I saw and enjoyed…
It is like i have lived in another body
And the transformation
On a different entity,
Does not allow the metamorphosis…
…It is a book that confuses me nowadays
…I do not know, how to handle this chant?
…And even if I settle myself to think of it for days long
Maybe I will not come to an answer?
…The most shocking of all,
how yesterday for the first time, ...
I often i get lost in its letters and forget my way back.
…When life manages to tear me away,
I get shocked by all I saw and enjoyed…
It is like i have lived in another body
And the transformation
On a different entity,
Does not allow the metamorphosis…
…It is a book that confuses me nowadays
…I do not know, how to handle this chant?
…And even if I settle myself to think of it for days long
Maybe I will not come to an answer?
…The most shocking of all,
how yesterday for the first time, ...
#erotic
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You are here
I have seen death before
I have accepted it
A process of life
but I can not accept it in you
no you are alive
mingling
talking to boys
with your tricky face
and laughing out loud.
I have accepted it
A process of life
but I can not accept it in you
no you are alive
mingling
talking to boys
with your tricky face
and laughing out loud.
#death
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Stalker
I see you in every boy with curly hair in the city
and I want them all
I wrote you
but you did not answer
I want to write you again
but I feel like a stalker tonight.
and I want them all
I wrote you
but you did not answer
I want to write you again
but I feel like a stalker tonight.
#love
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He
He comes and visits me time after time.
On those moments you get tunneled.
By those little thoughts.
I recall his beautiful shining teeth.
With that gracious whitish smile.
His face exposing goodness!
Warm aesthetic of blonde boyish features.
With this rose shade reflecting on his face!
There are a lot other things that I have not liked on the way.
He was like the worst hangover sometimes.
But yet?!
Memory is tricky!
This is all. It is getting on my head these days!
This picture of him with spread up red and orange colour. ...
On those moments you get tunneled.
By those little thoughts.
I recall his beautiful shining teeth.
With that gracious whitish smile.
His face exposing goodness!
Warm aesthetic of blonde boyish features.
With this rose shade reflecting on his face!
There are a lot other things that I have not liked on the way.
He was like the worst hangover sometimes.
But yet?!
Memory is tricky!
This is all. It is getting on my head these days!
This picture of him with spread up red and orange colour. ...
#lover
65 reads
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