Submissions by colt
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
hey there, i am an amateur writer. im going to be honest, this is just some stuff from my iphone notes. writing is a good form of expression for me. i guess if you read it you're reading my diary, so it makes me comfortable to be anon.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Oct 2016 2:50am
12th Oct 2016 2:50am
it leads down
sex and semen it all feels sinful
something is missing
something is missing
something is gone.
something is missing
something is missing
something is gone.
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Aug 2016 10:03am
9th Aug 2016 10:03am
the aftermath
broad grey board
slow blink
quick sand
dull pulsating glow
almost out,
wood chips,
dry dust detritius,
static, settled, still,
stench.
me.
slow blink
quick sand
dull pulsating glow
almost out,
wood chips,
dry dust detritius,
static, settled, still,
stench.
me.
599 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Aug 2016 6:40am
6th Aug 2016 6:40am
Legs and betrayal.
when closed I am shaped like an ‘I’
I am lost when open,
in the shape of a ‘y’,
why have i?
I am lost when open,
in the shape of a ‘y’,
why have i?
465 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Aug 2016 6:38am
6th Aug 2016 6:38am
unruly
frayed mesh of hair,
unplugged at the roots,
blankets the floor- soft, unruly.
he lathers my skin with his spit,
breathes cold stinging smoke in my ear,
and fear, silent, presses into my stomach.
each pore a door,
faithfully opens and
swallows the fumes, perfume, while,
stucco hardens my face, I become,
desirable memorial,
burial stone, cold flesh.
later I scrape and it flakes off in swathes,
takes flight, like I do,
into space.
unplugged at the roots,
blankets the floor- soft, unruly.
he lathers my skin with his spit,
breathes cold stinging smoke in my ear,
and fear, silent, presses into my stomach.
each pore a door,
faithfully opens and
swallows the fumes, perfume, while,
stucco hardens my face, I become,
desirable memorial,
burial stone, cold flesh.
later I scrape and it flakes off in swathes,
takes flight, like I do,
into space.
502 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
17th Jul 2016 1:45pm
17th Jul 2016 1:45pm
seventeen
seventeen is turning out to be a bad year
we hopped in his car
he drove and drove and drove
just a small blue dot on the map,
gravel spit, and teeth chattered.
the room was so blue the walls pulsed
we just got undressed.
it feels stupid to dress this in similie, metaphor.
i wanted to run away but there wasnt really anywhere to go
all i could see was green and trees and fields for miles
his shirt had tiny holes, and
he smelt like sweat and skin and old man,
my face pressed into him and he pressed into me, heavy.
...
we hopped in his car
he drove and drove and drove
just a small blue dot on the map,
gravel spit, and teeth chattered.
the room was so blue the walls pulsed
we just got undressed.
it feels stupid to dress this in similie, metaphor.
i wanted to run away but there wasnt really anywhere to go
all i could see was green and trees and fields for miles
his shirt had tiny holes, and
he smelt like sweat and skin and old man,
my face pressed into him and he pressed into me, heavy.
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jun 2016 8:58am
29th Jun 2016 8:58am
i keep things locked and hidden:
A rose melts in a black marble box,
teeth chatter in their cave,
hair sheds like autumn leaves,
that crackle as i step.
skull gulps down the young wine,
the bird's branch breaks.
it falls, heavy feathers,
thud, a heartbeat on the pavement.
teeth chatter in their cave,
hair sheds like autumn leaves,
that crackle as i step.
skull gulps down the young wine,
the bird's branch breaks.
it falls, heavy feathers,
thud, a heartbeat on the pavement.
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2016 12:05pm
22nd Jun 2016 12:05pm
grow
The valley in my brow is as terrifyingly
deep as the one
we sat in the night when you told me:
you'd be happier if you could shoot me,
watch the dirt swallow my body,
maybe some flowers would grow?
what a mortal, forgettable headstone.
Just as you wished for,
I pick you flowers most mornings, straight from
the soil of my heart,
they feed from the air in my lungs.
I am breathless
by the time I reach the brick gate, clutching the bouquet in my hands.
I love you.
I am shaking under the weight of the lines in my...
deep as the one
we sat in the night when you told me:
you'd be happier if you could shoot me,
watch the dirt swallow my body,
maybe some flowers would grow?
what a mortal, forgettable headstone.
Just as you wished for,
I pick you flowers most mornings, straight from
the soil of my heart,
they feed from the air in my lungs.
I am breathless
by the time I reach the brick gate, clutching the bouquet in my hands.
I love you.
I am shaking under the weight of the lines in my...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Feb 2016 6:54am
17th Feb 2016 6:54am
?
With the moon and the stars swirling around us,
devilish sceptres curl around our throats drag us to the edge of the cosmos, far from the moon -
lost.
from open wounds we slowly bleed out,
yet we dance
yes! we dance,
and fall and shimmy and shake and sway our hips seductively -
tantalising, ta-tantalising cheer girls (hardly leaders) we scream and bat long thick lashes,
a bathtub of cum and vomit tears
does not leave us cleansed but
holy water
drips
from between our legs
and so they fall and scramble, reaching,
praying, ...
devilish sceptres curl around our throats drag us to the edge of the cosmos, far from the moon -
lost.
from open wounds we slowly bleed out,
yet we dance
yes! we dance,
and fall and shimmy and shake and sway our hips seductively -
tantalising, ta-tantalising cheer girls (hardly leaders) we scream and bat long thick lashes,
a bathtub of cum and vomit tears
does not leave us cleansed but
holy water
drips
from between our legs
and so they fall and scramble, reaching,
praying, ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Jan 2016 6:51am
15th Jan 2016 6:51am
he & i
a knife lurks in the folds of these sheets,
and the blade
he pushes down my throat
while he moans in pleasure.
he butchers my neck from the inside.
ceaselessly he stabs. and he stabs. and he stabs.
i watch as my tongue slides out from my mouth,
sliced clean.
i am mute.
sworn to silence.
i cower.
naked, but cloaked in shame,
i swear.
i’ll never speak of it again.
and the blade
he pushes down my throat
while he moans in pleasure.
he butchers my neck from the inside.
ceaselessly he stabs. and he stabs. and he stabs.
i watch as my tongue slides out from my mouth,
sliced clean.
i am mute.
sworn to silence.
i cower.
naked, but cloaked in shame,
i swear.
i’ll never speak of it again.
594 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Nov 2015 8:45am
24th Nov 2015 8:45am
written as if i were her
in my dark eyes
i want you to see beauty.
know that i can devour you
know that i can kill you. if i want to.
does that turn you on?
do you want me?
seductive, entrancing, i want to be,
always just -
out of reach,
you think you are close enough to grab, to touch,
but i wink and laugh,
and turn and run,
your fingers clasp at air,
i beckon and you follow,
eternally untrappable, uncatchable, untameable,
i am.
unstoppable, undefinable,
almost floating, ethereal,
i stand.
i want you to see beauty.
know that i can devour you
know that i can kill you. if i want to.
does that turn you on?
do you want me?
seductive, entrancing, i want to be,
always just -
out of reach,
you think you are close enough to grab, to touch,
but i wink and laugh,
and turn and run,
your fingers clasp at air,
i beckon and you follow,
eternally untrappable, uncatchable, untameable,
i am.
unstoppable, undefinable,
almost floating, ethereal,
i stand.
578 reads
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