Submissions by domore2014
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Apr 2014 5:58pm
9th Apr 2014 5:58pm
Broken Vows
Walking in from my everyday mundane
Laundry, dishes, what’s for dinner, check the mail
I go about the business that keeps everything the same
Nothing but smiles, all think I’m alright, inside I’m in Hell
Young faces that couldn’t understand, depend on me to be strong
I can’t win, but I can’t fail, all the while feeling like I will drown.
Deep inside I know this picture perfect is flawed and wrong
Trying to keep it together thou, so I don’t let them down.
Time, homework, dinner, bed; all are tucked in tight
Alone with my thoughts I quietly go to...
Laundry, dishes, what’s for dinner, check the mail
I go about the business that keeps everything the same
Nothing but smiles, all think I’m alright, inside I’m in Hell
Young faces that couldn’t understand, depend on me to be strong
I can’t win, but I can’t fail, all the while feeling like I will drown.
Deep inside I know this picture perfect is flawed and wrong
Trying to keep it together thou, so I don’t let them down.
Time, homework, dinner, bed; all are tucked in tight
Alone with my thoughts I quietly go to...
970 reads
20 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Apr 2014 8:44pm
4th Apr 2014 8:44pm
Sun Moon and Stars
Like the sun giving warmth and light to the dark.
Always present and providing gateway to life.
Longed for in winter and loved in spring
Able to enhance the smallest spark.
In awe of beautiful morning beginnings and the soft glow at dusk
Your loving touch; wanting and needing much
that’s what it means…To me
Like the moon giving guidance on stormy seas
Ensuring the swelling rise in midnight tides
Not always seen but ever here
The brightness and brilliance as well as the dark side
Clandestine rendezvous in lover’s secret garden
Your...
Always present and providing gateway to life.
Longed for in winter and loved in spring
Able to enhance the smallest spark.
In awe of beautiful morning beginnings and the soft glow at dusk
Your loving touch; wanting and needing much
that’s what it means…To me
Like the moon giving guidance on stormy seas
Ensuring the swelling rise in midnight tides
Not always seen but ever here
The brightness and brilliance as well as the dark side
Clandestine rendezvous in lover’s secret garden
Your...
1197 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Apr 2014 3:36pm
4th Apr 2014 3:36pm
Last Cigarette.
Toxic
Bitter
Unsatisfying
Dangerous
Hungry
Disappointing
Frustrated
Wanting you--
without release
Is like, lighting
the wrong end
of my last cigarette.
Wish it was
a fire,
as easy to put out.
Bitter
Unsatisfying
Dangerous
Hungry
Disappointing
Frustrated
Wanting you--
without release
Is like, lighting
the wrong end
of my last cigarette.
Wish it was
a fire,
as easy to put out.
808 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Mar 2014 4:01pm
31st Mar 2014 4:01pm
Memories Web
The memories of us hold me hostage;
How I long to be set free.
To have all my pieces back
Instead of this empty shell
When I gaze into the mirror, I see.
Like morning dew, glistening in first rays of light;
I’m barely holding on.
Caught in the ghostly web of you, and all the everday things;
We used to do.
Each mental image threaded together
to ensnare my senses,
Weaving my thoughts around and around
and weakening my defenses.
Remembering the give and take of simple things;
Never realizing what they’d one day mean....
How I long to be set free.
To have all my pieces back
Instead of this empty shell
When I gaze into the mirror, I see.
Like morning dew, glistening in first rays of light;
I’m barely holding on.
Caught in the ghostly web of you, and all the everday things;
We used to do.
Each mental image threaded together
to ensnare my senses,
Weaving my thoughts around and around
and weakening my defenses.
Remembering the give and take of simple things;
Never realizing what they’d one day mean....
965 reads
16 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Mar 2014 4:19pm
28th Mar 2014 4:19pm
A glimpse of life
Today I caught a glimpse of what my future might hold.
I saw it in the tired eyes, above the smile, of a woman old.
She comes into my store daily, with calm peace upon her face.
Living her life with lone determination, some regrets, and yet full of grace.
Always kind and giving, I see her interaction.
With others who give her less than a fraction,
of the same respect and courtesy.
Never looking beyond themselves to consider who she is.
Not knowing the price she’s paid or that she has faced adversity.
She was the oldest of ten raised on a farm, during...
I saw it in the tired eyes, above the smile, of a woman old.
She comes into my store daily, with calm peace upon her face.
Living her life with lone determination, some regrets, and yet full of grace.
Always kind and giving, I see her interaction.
With others who give her less than a fraction,
of the same respect and courtesy.
Never looking beyond themselves to consider who she is.
Not knowing the price she’s paid or that she has faced adversity.
She was the oldest of ten raised on a farm, during...
1237 reads
15 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Mar 2014 9:06pm
27th Mar 2014 9:06pm
You'll Get
You don’t want more
from me,
than what I can give,
My heart’s not here.
So you’ll get
Nothing emotional,
or lasting longer,
Than the time it takes to
Kiss, squeeze
Hug and Tug clothes
Tease, Taste
Stroke, Suck, then Fuck
I’ll get mine,
So will you.
I’ve gotta go
Time’s up
from me,
than what I can give,
My heart’s not here.
So you’ll get
Nothing emotional,
or lasting longer,
Than the time it takes to
Kiss, squeeze
Hug and Tug clothes
Tease, Taste
Stroke, Suck, then Fuck
I’ll get mine,
So will you.
I’ve gotta go
Time’s up
923 reads
12 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Mar 2014 9:35pm
24th Mar 2014 9:35pm
The Touch of Your Hand
The touch of your hand so gentle, but strong;
Conveys to my heart, things my mind,
can’t understand.
Sultry summer night, with a soft relaxing breeze.
Lazy rainy afternoons, with nothing to do.
It’s just washed cotton sheets, all crisp and cool.
A lovely purple flower, red headed vixen, or sexy lips;
taking you on journey’s you’ve never been.
It’s laughter from children playing in the next room.
A reassuring smile; from the front row, as you speak.
The healing comfort of hands, on a fevered brow.
A hot fire burning on a cold...
Conveys to my heart, things my mind,
can’t understand.
Sultry summer night, with a soft relaxing breeze.
Lazy rainy afternoons, with nothing to do.
It’s just washed cotton sheets, all crisp and cool.
A lovely purple flower, red headed vixen, or sexy lips;
taking you on journey’s you’ve never been.
It’s laughter from children playing in the next room.
A reassuring smile; from the front row, as you speak.
The healing comfort of hands, on a fevered brow.
A hot fire burning on a cold...
1088 reads
16 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2014 12:38pm
23rd Mar 2014 12:38pm
With you..
Warmth surrounds me as I ease myself in.
Fingers lightly dancing across heated skin.
I close my eyes and let my mind wander.
Tension leaving, replaced by needs much stronger.
Steady waves caressing every shadow and curve;
paying homage to the places you once
lingered with hands and mouth.
Replaying scenes from memory, I follow the path
your traveled; from north to south.
One hand resting at my breast the other reaching
further down, arriving at apex of my sex.
Both teasing and playing while softly serenading
my bodies innate...
Fingers lightly dancing across heated skin.
I close my eyes and let my mind wander.
Tension leaving, replaced by needs much stronger.
Steady waves caressing every shadow and curve;
paying homage to the places you once
lingered with hands and mouth.
Replaying scenes from memory, I follow the path
your traveled; from north to south.
One hand resting at my breast the other reaching
further down, arriving at apex of my sex.
Both teasing and playing while softly serenading
my bodies innate...
1218 reads
16 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Mar 2014 7:00pm
21st Mar 2014 7:00pm
Hidden Addiction
You’re no good for me, my hidden addiction.
Every wicked corner of my brain screams for release
Blushing my skin with thoughts and deed
Warming my blood as your touch seeps into my veins
Never reaching my fragmented heart.
More, always more, I crave.
In my darkest recesses, it’s an eclipse of self, I seek
Needing and wanting are not the same.
So tired of life’s twisted little games.
Is it living? Just breathing in and out, a mind made weak.
I fear there is so little left of me to save.
I beat myself down and tear myself apart.
Waking alone and...
Every wicked corner of my brain screams for release
Blushing my skin with thoughts and deed
Warming my blood as your touch seeps into my veins
Never reaching my fragmented heart.
More, always more, I crave.
In my darkest recesses, it’s an eclipse of self, I seek
Needing and wanting are not the same.
So tired of life’s twisted little games.
Is it living? Just breathing in and out, a mind made weak.
I fear there is so little left of me to save.
I beat myself down and tear myself apart.
Waking alone and...
762 reads
8 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
20th Mar 2014 2:50pm
20th Mar 2014 2:50pm
Habit to Forget
Petty words and skewed views
Coloring your stories, and polishing your lies
Caught In your web, another fly
Enjoying the way it all sounds
Rolling so easily from your mouth
Lover, Cheater, Abuser of Trust
Secrets bared then shared to all..
From Heavenly heights to pits of Hell
You want to possess, but place me in jail
You can’t have both so I’m done with you
May have been blinded but now I see
It was always about you, never me..
You make a habit of “Ghosting Out”
You’re pitiful, sad, and incapable of regret
You make you, a Habit to...
Coloring your stories, and polishing your lies
Caught In your web, another fly
Enjoying the way it all sounds
Rolling so easily from your mouth
Lover, Cheater, Abuser of Trust
Secrets bared then shared to all..
From Heavenly heights to pits of Hell
You want to possess, but place me in jail
You can’t have both so I’m done with you
May have been blinded but now I see
It was always about you, never me..
You make a habit of “Ghosting Out”
You’re pitiful, sad, and incapable of regret
You make you, a Habit to...
805 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Mar 2014 9:54pm
18th Mar 2014 9:54pm
Whisper on Wind
As I sit to express my thoughts and deeds…
I see something hazy, to left of my right
Is that my darkness threating to overwhelm?
Is that my inner confessor watching over each sin;
as I bleed myself out, on this paper with pen?
Perhaps, it’s something comforting, guiding my thoughts,
to honesty and truths, I’ve never before sought?
Is it my demons, laughing and crawling,
(literally and figuratively) on my back?
Or is it my Angel whose strength holds me up,
directing my path, and making me truthfully “see”?
As I focus, the haze gone like a whisper...
I see something hazy, to left of my right
Is that my darkness threating to overwhelm?
Is that my inner confessor watching over each sin;
as I bleed myself out, on this paper with pen?
Perhaps, it’s something comforting, guiding my thoughts,
to honesty and truths, I’ve never before sought?
Is it my demons, laughing and crawling,
(literally and figuratively) on my back?
Or is it my Angel whose strength holds me up,
directing my path, and making me truthfully “see”?
As I focus, the haze gone like a whisper...
804 reads
6 Comments
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