Submissions by beautiful_accident
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I play in the macabre, the erotic, the taboo.. but it's just play for the most part. I don't beat or kill people or puppies in my spare time.
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Oct 2011 2:08pm
31st Oct 2011 2:08pm
ex sex
He breathes like one who's been choked
gulping air, spitting wind;
strangled by the python bitch.
Even though her words still sting,
her cunt calls him.
Her scent pervades his conscious thought,
while she dances in his cold-sweat nightmares.
Her taste is on his tongue.
He still can feel her mouth on him
like it was moments ago
not the long weeks
that separate lovers from
enemies.
She is standing in his bedroom.
There is fear and lust
swarming in his stomach.
Angry bees are stinging.
His throat...
gulping air, spitting wind;
strangled by the python bitch.
Even though her words still sting,
her cunt calls him.
Her scent pervades his conscious thought,
while she dances in his cold-sweat nightmares.
Her taste is on his tongue.
He still can feel her mouth on him
like it was moments ago
not the long weeks
that separate lovers from
enemies.
She is standing in his bedroom.
There is fear and lust
swarming in his stomach.
Angry bees are stinging.
His throat...
1044 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Oct 2011 4:19am
31st Oct 2011 4:19am
broken challenge
I still drive by the place
rampant in Queen Anne's lace and chicory.
Nature overran civilization.
Rules stopped at the sidewalk-
they didn't follow the path
behind the burned out buildings
along the train tracks
then behind the apartment building
where no one but stray cats walked
and we laid in the grass,
your hands caressing my shaky legs.
Picking grass out of your hair,
eyes glazed, fingers weaved together,
I would have married you.
Happily ever after hadn't given way
to cynicism and brokenness yet,
but when the rain...
rampant in Queen Anne's lace and chicory.
Nature overran civilization.
Rules stopped at the sidewalk-
they didn't follow the path
behind the burned out buildings
along the train tracks
then behind the apartment building
where no one but stray cats walked
and we laid in the grass,
your hands caressing my shaky legs.
Picking grass out of your hair,
eyes glazed, fingers weaved together,
I would have married you.
Happily ever after hadn't given way
to cynicism and brokenness yet,
but when the rain...
935 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Oct 2011 3:40am
31st Oct 2011 3:40am
and so it goes.
We sit down over breakfast,
I still feel
your impression from last night.
You say,"I love you."
I study my english muffin,
counting nooks and crannies,
watching butter melt.
You stand.
You pour more coffee,
but I don't look over.
I don't have an answer
and you know it.
Your coffee cup slams
and I look up.
You search my eyes.
Now you count nooks and crannies,
Wondering how to take back
what was intended to be irrevocable.
I still feel
your impression from last night.
You say,"I love you."
I study my english muffin,
counting nooks and crannies,
watching butter melt.
You stand.
You pour more coffee,
but I don't look over.
I don't have an answer
and you know it.
Your coffee cup slams
and I look up.
You search my eyes.
Now you count nooks and crannies,
Wondering how to take back
what was intended to be irrevocable.
919 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Oct 2011 1:49am
17th Oct 2011 1:49am
failing in the kitchen
We are cracked
Corner-diner coffee-counter stained
mug rings around eyes
bleeding dishwater
dying slowly of boredom
dullness
we are
diluted pink industrial soap
pressing prune-skinned hands together
feeling nothing
we discourse in automaton
"did you put out the garbage"
"pick up coffee filters"
"feed the cats and fish"
sparks drown in coffee grounds
no madness left
squeezing out a sponge
washing off the table
is this why I make the...
Corner-diner coffee-counter stained
mug rings around eyes
bleeding dishwater
dying slowly of boredom
dullness
we are
diluted pink industrial soap
pressing prune-skinned hands together
feeling nothing
we discourse in automaton
"did you put out the garbage"
"pick up coffee filters"
"feed the cats and fish"
sparks drown in coffee grounds
no madness left
squeezing out a sponge
washing off the table
is this why I make the...
1163 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Oct 2011 6:19pm
8th Oct 2011 6:19pm
when you leave
When you leave this time
Lock the door behind you
As morning slices through the blinds
I don't need to reach over to know you're not there
realize all the nothing
I ever meant to you
When you leave this time
Leave your key on the table
You don't need to check on me
I don't want your concern
don't need your pity
And I certainly don't want to hear
You're sorry
I know you're sorry
I'm sorry too
We're all sorry
But sorry
is bullshit.
When you leave this time
I don't want your friendship
don't want a friend...
Lock the door behind you
As morning slices through the blinds
I don't need to reach over to know you're not there
realize all the nothing
I ever meant to you
When you leave this time
Leave your key on the table
You don't need to check on me
I don't want your concern
don't need your pity
And I certainly don't want to hear
You're sorry
I know you're sorry
I'm sorry too
We're all sorry
But sorry
is bullshit.
When you leave this time
I don't want your friendship
don't want a friend...
979 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
7th Oct 2011 3:57am
7th Oct 2011 3:57am
same old dance
can't get off the floor
rolling in convulsions
you felt your veins swell
boil, pop, explode
you'd never felt better
or worse
more likely you forgot
whatever you felt
you were born
and bred
in that moment
these 12 steps
are supposed to make you forget.
you bleed the mantra
after meeting diner coffee
too strong for sober crowds
but never strong enough
your hands shake
but so does everyone else's
and the only high to be had
is fear
what the fuck happens next ...
rolling in convulsions
you felt your veins swell
boil, pop, explode
you'd never felt better
or worse
more likely you forgot
whatever you felt
you were born
and bred
in that moment
these 12 steps
are supposed to make you forget.
you bleed the mantra
after meeting diner coffee
too strong for sober crowds
but never strong enough
your hands shake
but so does everyone else's
and the only high to be had
is fear
what the fuck happens next ...
1106 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Sep 2011 2:28am
24th Sep 2011 2:28am
for a child
Despite the rumors,
There is nothing romantic
Victorian, post-Elizabethan
about child abuse.
Nothing beautiful
about smashing a psyche
into shards
she picks it up,
bleeding fingers
matching pieces
she hopes to divine
a purpose for her
already wasted life.
There is no martyr
like a dead child.
Nothing more horrific
glancing at her wide eyes
staring, dumbfounded
still innocent in death
she would still reach out bruised arms
in the ghost of a hope
her abuser might yet hug her
all the potential...
There is nothing romantic
Victorian, post-Elizabethan
about child abuse.
Nothing beautiful
about smashing a psyche
into shards
she picks it up,
bleeding fingers
matching pieces
she hopes to divine
a purpose for her
already wasted life.
There is no martyr
like a dead child.
Nothing more horrific
glancing at her wide eyes
staring, dumbfounded
still innocent in death
she would still reach out bruised arms
in the ghost of a hope
her abuser might yet hug her
all the potential...
1170 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2011 5:32am
23rd Sep 2011 5:32am
the institution of marriage
1079 reads
12 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2011 4:39am
23rd Sep 2011 4:39am
moonlight sonata
You've danced among the angels,
I suffer among the lepers
While you soar through the sky with the wings of your dreams,
I hold my hands to my ears and mourn my true love,
But God hurts the ones he loves the most.
Dance for me in the moonlight
Show me the song in your body
My memory will sing along
As you tiptoe in dissonance,
Stepping through minor chords,
And twirl in unconventional harmonies
Cater to me in my madness
Dance-Show me my soul bursting
It's a song I can't hear, but when you move
I can feel the notes caressing me...
I suffer among the lepers
While you soar through the sky with the wings of your dreams,
I hold my hands to my ears and mourn my true love,
But God hurts the ones he loves the most.
Dance for me in the moonlight
Show me the song in your body
My memory will sing along
As you tiptoe in dissonance,
Stepping through minor chords,
And twirl in unconventional harmonies
Cater to me in my madness
Dance-Show me my soul bursting
It's a song I can't hear, but when you move
I can feel the notes caressing me...
969 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Sep 2011 4:16am
19th Sep 2011 4:16am
Dear BP
oil slicked wings
don't fly
oil covered birds
usually starve
their wings flap
progressively slower
as oil dries
into sludge
sometimes their hearts burst
in terror
if they're lucky.
but then we don't use birds
as currency
we use oil
and oil covered
ducklings
are the richest sons of bitches
in the gulf
but they're not the envy
of pelicans
or fish
or any other fowl
because
most of them
are
already
dead.
don't fly
oil covered birds
usually starve
their wings flap
progressively slower
as oil dries
into sludge
sometimes their hearts burst
in terror
if they're lucky.
but then we don't use birds
as currency
we use oil
and oil covered
ducklings
are the richest sons of bitches
in the gulf
but they're not the envy
of pelicans
or fish
or any other fowl
because
most of them
are
already
dead.
1101 reads
5 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
18th Sep 2011 5:39pm
18th Sep 2011 5:39pm
road rage: upstate NY style (revenge challenge)
749 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Sep 2011 5:19pm
18th Sep 2011 5:19pm
the last of you
I dreamed about you
last night
you were dead
again
wandering my world
a mute phantom
searching for a portal
grasping at my breathing
trying to plug yourself inside me
but you'd only breeched my dreams.
despite myself,
I worried for you
knowing your path
ends at a grave.
your path
is littered with needles
pills, chore boys
and glass tubes.
knowing
your demons will chase you
into a six foot hole
full of tears and brokenness.
I left you to your path
four months ago
I realized
demons...
last night
you were dead
again
wandering my world
a mute phantom
searching for a portal
grasping at my breathing
trying to plug yourself inside me
but you'd only breeched my dreams.
despite myself,
I worried for you
knowing your path
ends at a grave.
your path
is littered with needles
pills, chore boys
and glass tubes.
knowing
your demons will chase you
into a six foot hole
full of tears and brokenness.
I left you to your path
four months ago
I realized
demons...
883 reads
6 Comments
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