Submissions by a_methyste (hlightdroid)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
Yesterday 8:35pm
Yesterday 8:35pm
Tattoo
With ink i want to paint on my skin,
To mark there all my little burning loves,
But wait,
They are so much,
So
What to choose,
A silhouette girl embracing the glittering sparkling white and
Grey round earth,
Shining like the moon at night.
Or
Something on my my thigh,
Maybe some blue flower,
with thick veins and curly alive
Branches.
I want it to be beautiful like the bloom,
Or some red beautiful bird,
Right there on my neck.
I want it in red and orange colour.
Sweet and with a long...
To mark there all my little burning loves,
But wait,
They are so much,
So
What to choose,
A silhouette girl embracing the glittering sparkling white and
Grey round earth,
Shining like the moon at night.
Or
Something on my my thigh,
Maybe some blue flower,
with thick veins and curly alive
Branches.
I want it to be beautiful like the bloom,
Or some red beautiful bird,
Right there on my neck.
I want it in red and orange colour.
Sweet and with a long...
#MyInspiration
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EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Dec 2024 8:02pm
20th Dec 2024 8:02pm
The boy with waterfall hair
The boy with waterfall hair.
I liked it.
I felt for this sight.
He grabbed my attention.
I could see it all,
His hair,
Natural blonde,
Straight,
Flowing down over his elegant back.
He had large long muscles,
Visible in a gentle way.
As he was wearing his own skin
And a pair of blue jeans.
His hair flowing down.
Down to his waist.
«What a beautiful shine», I thought.
«A waterfall falling from heights.»
He was lean and tall.
Seeing this wavy,
Golden, hazy waterfall.
As he moved from one side to...
I liked it.
I felt for this sight.
He grabbed my attention.
I could see it all,
His hair,
Natural blonde,
Straight,
Flowing down over his elegant back.
He had large long muscles,
Visible in a gentle way.
As he was wearing his own skin
And a pair of blue jeans.
His hair flowing down.
Down to his waist.
«What a beautiful shine», I thought.
«A waterfall falling from heights.»
He was lean and tall.
Seeing this wavy,
Golden, hazy waterfall.
As he moved from one side to...
#beauty
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Dec 2024 11:28am
20th Dec 2024 11:28am
My place to escape
There is a place where i escape everyday.
I meet there strange creatures.
I depict them by myself.
They are made of ashes, of rust I find out.
Mixing them with sparkles of feelings.
I add drops of essential formula of visual chaos.
It is made of shapes, angles, compounds and sounds.
Everything caught inside my head,
They change every day.
They wear different colors, fabrics and shapes
Sometimes their speed overcomes me.
All i can do is let go!
As their play drags me.
Never knowing what will be next?
I meet there strange creatures.
I depict them by myself.
They are made of ashes, of rust I find out.
Mixing them with sparkles of feelings.
I add drops of essential formula of visual chaos.
It is made of shapes, angles, compounds and sounds.
Everything caught inside my head,
They change every day.
They wear different colors, fabrics and shapes
Sometimes their speed overcomes me.
All i can do is let go!
As their play drags me.
Never knowing what will be next?
#LifeAsAWriter
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Dec 2024 5:21pm
19th Dec 2024 5:21pm
Shadow of my mind
The Shadow Of My Mind
You torn pieces of my body.
You put concrete on my skin.
Now i am trying to make it up,
To see what went wrong.
Ineeded to be understood,
For all my choices and lifestyle,
All i got.
Somebody who refused,
to open the door.
Somebody with an opinion,
without ever walking on my shoes.
Staring blankly in the mirror.
I wanted to cut the image.
Wondering?
It was me before, and it is me now!
As you left your stamp behind,
Deep there on the shadow of my mind.
Why is my reflection shouting...
You torn pieces of my body.
You put concrete on my skin.
Now i am trying to make it up,
To see what went wrong.
Ineeded to be understood,
For all my choices and lifestyle,
All i got.
Somebody who refused,
to open the door.
Somebody with an opinion,
without ever walking on my shoes.
Staring blankly in the mirror.
I wanted to cut the image.
Wondering?
It was me before, and it is me now!
As you left your stamp behind,
Deep there on the shadow of my mind.
Why is my reflection shouting...
#LifeStruggles
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Dec 2024 1:00pm
18th Dec 2024 1:00pm
His memory
He is divided in so many things right now,
Following his thousands of impulses in him.
I feel, I am that body that, as long as he is going further on his
travel.
…I become smaller and smaller
…Now i might be in the shape of a silhouette
…If i were to visualize it.
I would have liked it to be with a silk veil around my face,
with futuristic cloth.
I wish it
…But trying to perceive or know
…It is a lost case
…Perceiving
…It is this obstacle, we will never overcome, when we stand,
Along each other.
..Who on...
Following his thousands of impulses in him.
I feel, I am that body that, as long as he is going further on his
travel.
…I become smaller and smaller
…Now i might be in the shape of a silhouette
…If i were to visualize it.
I would have liked it to be with a silk veil around my face,
with futuristic cloth.
I wish it
…But trying to perceive or know
…It is a lost case
…Perceiving
…It is this obstacle, we will never overcome, when we stand,
Along each other.
..Who on...
#lover
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Dec 2024 9:14pm
15th Dec 2024 9:14pm
Bleach
Anonymous the days.
Me, the melancholic soldier,
Of the winter day.
Reminiscence of thoughts.
As oil brushes,
Dried,
Washed off by time.
An asylum.
But this is where I was born.
A home.
Dried watercolor,
Washed off.
Even I have forgotten the smell of a painting now,
It must be underneath the bed,
On the corners,
In between the books.
Outside,
on the hollows of the concrete stairs,
On the pieces of paper,
I shed myself.
A dried painting, and I cannot even smell the oil anymore…
Me, the melancholic soldier,
Of the winter day.
Reminiscence of thoughts.
As oil brushes,
Dried,
Washed off by time.
An asylum.
But this is where I was born.
A home.
Dried watercolor,
Washed off.
Even I have forgotten the smell of a painting now,
It must be underneath the bed,
On the corners,
In between the books.
Outside,
on the hollows of the concrete stairs,
On the pieces of paper,
I shed myself.
A dried painting, and I cannot even smell the oil anymore…
#love
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Dec 2024 9:10pm
14th Dec 2024 9:10pm
Because, because, because...
Because, Because, Because….
Because it acted like gravity.
It attracted my eyes.
It invaded my head.
Maps full of buds, as on thoughts.
Because it took me physically,
As on confession?
Waterfall-Vowels in action.
Leaf Letters floating.
Horny snapshots as on cyber.
It is as long and as short as that.
Any other is a temporary traveller.
A sight of distant landscape,
Projected on the mirror of the car.
As it moves forward.
The pride of life.
Because it acted like gravity.
It attracted my eyes.
It invaded my head.
Maps full of buds, as on thoughts.
Because it took me physically,
As on confession?
Waterfall-Vowels in action.
Leaf Letters floating.
Horny snapshots as on cyber.
It is as long and as short as that.
Any other is a temporary traveller.
A sight of distant landscape,
Projected on the mirror of the car.
As it moves forward.
The pride of life.
#WritingPoetry
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Dec 2024 5:59pm
13th Dec 2024 5:59pm
Home
I miss you one day i am gone.
I loose out of you!
I feel, I cannot go on.
Something is missing.
Something is haunting my soul.
I see how you put the light.
On the places I could see dark.
I see you put the letters.
On the parts I cannot distinguish my name.
You are the ocean!
The one i would get lost!
Playing with water,
And see the veins in my fingers from the long hours.
I see how i get it back.
I feel it, I want to live.
I feel my days are not enough,
To have you all.
I see, I want it!
To feel you...
I loose out of you!
I feel, I cannot go on.
Something is missing.
Something is haunting my soul.
I see how you put the light.
On the places I could see dark.
I see you put the letters.
On the parts I cannot distinguish my name.
You are the ocean!
The one i would get lost!
Playing with water,
And see the veins in my fingers from the long hours.
I see how i get it back.
I feel it, I want to live.
I feel my days are not enough,
To have you all.
I see, I want it!
To feel you...
#love
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Dec 2024 11:16am
12th Dec 2024 11:16am
Love affair
I love to take off my clothes in front of you
I love your intense dick.
I love your intense dick.
#lust
79 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Dec 2024 9:00pm
11th Dec 2024 9:00pm
Fluttering heart
Oh boy with a fluttering heart
Wearing it as your wardrobe
You excite me all the time.
Wearing it as your wardrobe
You excite me all the time.
#love
61 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Dec 2024 7:59pm
11th Dec 2024 7:59pm
Glomy days
Gloomy days!
The revenge of a distraction.
The promise of a trance.
Underground corridors,
In symmetrical blues.
Drunk heels and corners,
I cannot tell.
I do not understand!?
I do not!
Another distraction.
The verge of a revenge.
A ghost today?
You wish it were true.
Oh! So much!
But it is not.
It is not!
The verge of a distraction!
If only it were real!?
If only you were!
If i could
Escape
It
Gloomy days!
I reach out.
I find it
Another revenge
Cemetry of a...
The revenge of a distraction.
The promise of a trance.
Underground corridors,
In symmetrical blues.
Drunk heels and corners,
I cannot tell.
I do not understand!?
I do not!
Another distraction.
The verge of a revenge.
A ghost today?
You wish it were true.
Oh! So much!
But it is not.
It is not!
The verge of a distraction!
If only it were real!?
If only you were!
If i could
Escape
It
Gloomy days!
I reach out.
I find it
Another revenge
Cemetry of a...
#love
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Dec 2024 8:10pm
10th Dec 2024 8:10pm
Little black bird
I have seen him chasing, the little black bird.
I have seen him weigh on his friend and reach for a kiss.
I have seen him running around,
Following his best mate.
One day I even crashed with him, as he was running.
Windy silhouette.
But none of us was hurt and we ended up playing together.
I do often recall their slender bodies,
shining bright under the sun,
in love.
They remind me of a novel with two friends.
I feel the happiness running through my body,
Like the flickers of this flaming earth.
I have seen him weigh on his friend and reach for a kiss.
I have seen him running around,
Following his best mate.
One day I even crashed with him, as he was running.
Windy silhouette.
But none of us was hurt and we ended up playing together.
I do often recall their slender bodies,
shining bright under the sun,
in love.
They remind me of a novel with two friends.
I feel the happiness running through my body,
Like the flickers of this flaming earth.
#friendship
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2 Comments
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