Submissions by citydreamytf
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Cher fille, fille cher (erotic story)
There might be a lot of grammatical errors.
He swirled the red wine inside of his glass.
Two women surrounded him. I could see his mouth movements,
but not was spoken. Together, they all shared
a laugh. The girl that stood on his left side,
placed her hand onto his shoulder. The other one
leaned into his ear. One last cheer, clanking,
with that, they finally sip what was left of
their drink.
I tapped my desert spoon against my clean, empty
glass. Not forgetting to clear my throat, I then made
my announcement. "We both...
He swirled the red wine inside of his glass.
Two women surrounded him. I could see his mouth movements,
but not was spoken. Together, they all shared
a laugh. The girl that stood on his left side,
placed her hand onto his shoulder. The other one
leaned into his ear. One last cheer, clanking,
with that, they finally sip what was left of
their drink.
I tapped my desert spoon against my clean, empty
glass. Not forgetting to clear my throat, I then made
my announcement. "We both...
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Cher fille, fille cher
WARNING: SEXUAL THEME
There also might be a lot of grammatical errors.
He swirled the red wine inside of his glass.
Two women surrounded him. I could see his mouth movements,
but not was spoken. Together, they all shared
a laugh. The girl that stood on his left side,
placed her hand onto his shoulder. The other one
leaned into his ear. One last cheer, clanking,
with that, they finally sip what was left of
their drink.
I tapped my desert spoon against my clean, empty
glass. Not forgetting to clear my throat, I then...
There also might be a lot of grammatical errors.
He swirled the red wine inside of his glass.
Two women surrounded him. I could see his mouth movements,
but not was spoken. Together, they all shared
a laugh. The girl that stood on his left side,
placed her hand onto his shoulder. The other one
leaned into his ear. One last cheer, clanking,
with that, they finally sip what was left of
their drink.
I tapped my desert spoon against my clean, empty
glass. Not forgetting to clear my throat, I then...
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Snow White vs. Cinderella (Poetry battle)
EPIC POETRY BATTLE OF HISTORY.
SNOW WHITE VS CINDERELLA
BEGIN
Snow white:
Cinderella dressed in yella,
but you're dirty far from a
stella.
A carriage of pumpkin's hollow
too bad at 12 it fell shallow.
Turning mice, you pay the price.
Losing your shoe was an act, you
wanted a revenge that's a fact.
You wanted the stepsisters in
complete despair, so leave
the prince to find the missing pair.
Cinderella:
You eat red, you fell dead.
...
SNOW WHITE VS CINDERELLA
BEGIN
Snow white:
Cinderella dressed in yella,
but you're dirty far from a
stella.
A carriage of pumpkin's hollow
too bad at 12 it fell shallow.
Turning mice, you pay the price.
Losing your shoe was an act, you
wanted a revenge that's a fact.
You wanted the stepsisters in
complete despair, so leave
the prince to find the missing pair.
Cinderella:
You eat red, you fell dead.
...
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A little too familiar
The sun weeps into its melancholy sorrow while
an astronomer guides the ocean upon the heavens.
Houses flicker, evidence towards those who wish
to pry on *REM desires. Faces pass by, humans
quicken in their departure. But I roam beneath the
non sultry air while the blackbirds sing their
songs of adieu, they bide me farewell in their
sweetest French. I'm an acquaintance with the
writings on the wall, mingling with its message
until my dreams are broken down. My particles crumple
into dust when they speak of their endurance
with vandalism....
an astronomer guides the ocean upon the heavens.
Houses flicker, evidence towards those who wish
to pry on *REM desires. Faces pass by, humans
quicken in their departure. But I roam beneath the
non sultry air while the blackbirds sing their
songs of adieu, they bide me farewell in their
sweetest French. I'm an acquaintance with the
writings on the wall, mingling with its message
until my dreams are broken down. My particles crumple
into dust when they speak of their endurance
with vandalism....
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(Picture Project) Lovers at sea
The picture lingers from the eye to the mind.
It projects like a beam of ray on water.
Its reflection conveys the innocence of desire,
wanting to fit your hand into the spaces of
another. An emotion that lifts your mouth to
each side, corner to corner. Each smile
loops on like the calm motion of the waves descending
down to touch the edge of the sand.
The couple's happy demeanor, if it were
to be personified,like the sun. The bright
sky hides away the moon that once controlled the
stormy tides. On a day like this, the two intertwined,...
It projects like a beam of ray on water.
Its reflection conveys the innocence of desire,
wanting to fit your hand into the spaces of
another. An emotion that lifts your mouth to
each side, corner to corner. Each smile
loops on like the calm motion of the waves descending
down to touch the edge of the sand.
The couple's happy demeanor, if it were
to be personified,like the sun. The bright
sky hides away the moon that once controlled the
stormy tides. On a day like this, the two intertwined,...
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Rest In Peace
The bullet went through my
flesh. It rips apart my
presence. For each blood,
let the angels of heaven guide
me. Let it linger through lips,
when tongue glide with the
gums, through the teeth, each
breathe wasted, to say "may you
rest in peace." Each flower petal,
protects my tomb for each of the
protection I store on those eyes
still not ready to ripen. The passage
of time, the glimpses rushes by.
It's not the sound of a heart monitor,
but the ring of one who died young,
but death knows no age. He who takes
my...
flesh. It rips apart my
presence. For each blood,
let the angels of heaven guide
me. Let it linger through lips,
when tongue glide with the
gums, through the teeth, each
breathe wasted, to say "may you
rest in peace." Each flower petal,
protects my tomb for each of the
protection I store on those eyes
still not ready to ripen. The passage
of time, the glimpses rushes by.
It's not the sound of a heart monitor,
but the ring of one who died young,
but death knows no age. He who takes
my...
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Coffee House
Bring me to the horizon
as the dim light fades in.
The soothing melody plays
the chorus into to its beat.
Pour me a cup of Joe, but
leave out the sugar and cream.
I forgot how I like it. The
black liquid will burn, not
because it's hot, but because
it knows how to be bitter.
The bouquet shop in my window
view, just before my departure,
crave a message out in ink, onto
a napkin. "At least I wasted time,
not thinking I wasted time, then I can
live without regrets."
as the dim light fades in.
The soothing melody plays
the chorus into to its beat.
Pour me a cup of Joe, but
leave out the sugar and cream.
I forgot how I like it. The
black liquid will burn, not
because it's hot, but because
it knows how to be bitter.
The bouquet shop in my window
view, just before my departure,
crave a message out in ink, onto
a napkin. "At least I wasted time,
not thinking I wasted time, then I can
live without regrets."
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The Changing Epidemic
I asked my mom, who stared back at me.
Will she always love what she sees?
You're too young, she replied,
youth's a disease. Please let's stop,
one day you'll understand.
The ash tray filled, and
the smoke suffocated her lungs,
and blinded her eyes.
I gazed up at my father,
who took my hand
with elegance and grace.
He could sense my anxiety and
fear. Your mother, she's
just confused. The vaccine
might not hurt at first,
but you are taking away
who you are. You are not
changing, yet, life's a change,...
Will she always love what she sees?
You're too young, she replied,
youth's a disease. Please let's stop,
one day you'll understand.
The ash tray filled, and
the smoke suffocated her lungs,
and blinded her eyes.
I gazed up at my father,
who took my hand
with elegance and grace.
He could sense my anxiety and
fear. Your mother, she's
just confused. The vaccine
might not hurt at first,
but you are taking away
who you are. You are not
changing, yet, life's a change,...
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Corrupt's Right Hand
Glass shatters,
grind teeth,
rain drops,
black paint drips,
gun shot,
cuffed hands,
dirty glare,
cuffed hands,
spoiled lungs,
disturbed mind,
tempted lust,
lying tongue,
dark night,
greed's envy,
panic heart beat,
slash wrist,
listened gossip,
cries of help,
babies thrown,
broken promise,
agony's pain,
the depraved one's work.
grind teeth,
rain drops,
black paint drips,
gun shot,
cuffed hands,
dirty glare,
cuffed hands,
spoiled lungs,
disturbed mind,
tempted lust,
lying tongue,
dark night,
greed's envy,
panic heart beat,
slash wrist,
listened gossip,
cries of help,
babies thrown,
broken promise,
agony's pain,
the depraved one's work.
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Exhilarating Beast
The moon sets, and she
shifts into a panther.
The predator chases her prey.
Her lips inter winds
into a passionate feast.
Sharp claws dig deeper
into skin,
rooted into the
pleasure's flesh.
He struggles, but
she shows her dominance.
With her melanistic figure,
she became the goddess
of the night.
The once pain became
a beautiful bliss.
He fought back,
and pounced and buried
him inside of her.
Behind her emerald
green eyes and hints
of Azure blue,
it was filled with lust
and temptation....
shifts into a panther.
The predator chases her prey.
Her lips inter winds
into a passionate feast.
Sharp claws dig deeper
into skin,
rooted into the
pleasure's flesh.
He struggles, but
she shows her dominance.
With her melanistic figure,
she became the goddess
of the night.
The once pain became
a beautiful bliss.
He fought back,
and pounced and buried
him inside of her.
Behind her emerald
green eyes and hints
of Azure blue,
it was filled with lust
and temptation....
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"Don't judge a book by its cover."
Has my colors leaked out before seen?
Why do they judge before opening?
Is my personification too strong?
Maybe they're wrong.
A crayon isn't a thing, until drawn.
Red can't forever be love.
Yellow doesn't always mean happiness.
Purple without the riches and fame.
Don't be deceived by its fake game.
A simple lie, can lead to your final demise.
Why do they judge before opening?
Is my personification too strong?
Maybe they're wrong.
A crayon isn't a thing, until drawn.
Red can't forever be love.
Yellow doesn't always mean happiness.
Purple without the riches and fame.
Don't be deceived by its fake game.
A simple lie, can lead to your final demise.
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