Submissions by drunkenplaywords
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have no art. I do everything as well as I can.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Jul 2015 12:27pm
6th Jul 2015 12:27pm
In Black and White
I was in my mothers room
Standing next to her bed
While she was sitting on it
Talking on the phone.
She suddenly began crying.
When she hung up I asked,
"What's the matter mommy?"
She said, "your Uncle Sam died."
I didn't know the right thing to say.
So I stood quiet.
I looked at a picture on her night stand.
It was a black and white photo of my mom and my Uncle Sam walking down a street.
I asked, "Mom. Was life black and white back then?"
Standing next to her bed
While she was sitting on it
Talking on the phone.
She suddenly began crying.
When she hung up I asked,
"What's the matter mommy?"
She said, "your Uncle Sam died."
I didn't know the right thing to say.
So I stood quiet.
I looked at a picture on her night stand.
It was a black and white photo of my mom and my Uncle Sam walking down a street.
I asked, "Mom. Was life black and white back then?"
581 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Jul 2015 2:37pm
4th Jul 2015 2:37pm
Literary Callouses
It's not when I am having sex that rattles my mind
Its hearing the walls banging from the neighbors that is making me go blind
It's when I'm just curling up with a good book that I hear thump thump thump
And all I could concentrate on is me giving her a good hump
But reading religious history and the various sects
Gives my mind hallucinations that it's all about sex
Discussing with friends some literary genius
Or the maddening sci-fi of Phillip K Penis
Yet, the heroic stories of Hermes and Aphrodite
Confuses me talking to my friend about the symbolism in...
Its hearing the walls banging from the neighbors that is making me go blind
It's when I'm just curling up with a good book that I hear thump thump thump
And all I could concentrate on is me giving her a good hump
But reading religious history and the various sects
Gives my mind hallucinations that it's all about sex
Discussing with friends some literary genius
Or the maddening sci-fi of Phillip K Penis
Yet, the heroic stories of Hermes and Aphrodite
Confuses me talking to my friend about the symbolism in...
720 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Jul 2015 1:00pm
4th Jul 2015 1:00pm
Divorce of the Sun and Moon
There was a time when the light of my mind was so bright I could see the roads of the neurons traveling from its origin to its destination. The alternate routes were just as visible and I could re-route traffic to a more organized and economical pattern to give the shortest length from the two points, allowing faster recall. As it continued, and it seemed to go well, the light changed its course to shine upon other areas to fulfill other needs, such as monetary systems, social systems, and sexual systems. These areas were highly congested with only one route to choose from seemingly very...
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3 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
3rd Jul 2015 2:55pm
3rd Jul 2015 2:55pm
A Retrosextive
It took years for Tony to remember what brought him to this moment. He recharged his mind thousands of times with acid and shrooms and other drugs and still found the same skidding path. He could see happening. But it's only then where there is no turning back and he has to play out his demented fantasies.
The spring of 1999 was an interesting year. Lots of firsts. First kiss. First fuck. First love. First seduction by another woman.
Tony was dating Tracey, a hyper girl who laughed at nearly everything. Talked fast with her freckles cheeks moving in unison. He was amused...
The spring of 1999 was an interesting year. Lots of firsts. First kiss. First fuck. First love. First seduction by another woman.
Tony was dating Tracey, a hyper girl who laughed at nearly everything. Talked fast with her freckles cheeks moving in unison. He was amused...
716 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jun 2015 1:58pm
30th Jun 2015 1:58pm
Mascarpone Memories
Suddenly thinking of her
And her exotic style
Contemplating how I misunderstood her.
I know her better now
Without seeing her anymore
It became clear years later.
Her sex was electric
Her mind controlled
Her actions unpredictable.
I was jealous of her ways
She feared telling me the truth
We wanted to care for each other, but didn't know how
When she came to see me, I had prepared for her
A simple delicacy
Of strawberries and mascarpone
The short while I spent with her
That morning ...
And her exotic style
Contemplating how I misunderstood her.
I know her better now
Without seeing her anymore
It became clear years later.
Her sex was electric
Her mind controlled
Her actions unpredictable.
I was jealous of her ways
She feared telling me the truth
We wanted to care for each other, but didn't know how
When she came to see me, I had prepared for her
A simple delicacy
Of strawberries and mascarpone
The short while I spent with her
That morning ...
698 reads
11 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
29th Jun 2015 2:10pm
29th Jun 2015 2:10pm
My First Encounter With Death
It was a quiet July afternoon in 1984.
Everyone keeping their emotions at bay.
Even the sun's 90 degrees felt slightly cooler.
While getting dressed.
Parents ordering us kids with short, succinct instructions.
"Put your suit on.
Brush your teeth.
Comb your hair."
My suit? Really?? Ugh. Ok.
I hate dressing up.
I listened because I knew something bigger was happening than just why I can't go play with my new toys. It wasn't the time to argue.
We get in the wood-paneled station wagon and go to the funeral home.
Cars lined up in...
Everyone keeping their emotions at bay.
Even the sun's 90 degrees felt slightly cooler.
While getting dressed.
Parents ordering us kids with short, succinct instructions.
"Put your suit on.
Brush your teeth.
Comb your hair."
My suit? Really?? Ugh. Ok.
I hate dressing up.
I listened because I knew something bigger was happening than just why I can't go play with my new toys. It wasn't the time to argue.
We get in the wood-paneled station wagon and go to the funeral home.
Cars lined up in...
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9 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Jun 2015 3:03pm
28th Jun 2015 3:03pm
Do You Live With Your Demons?
Do you find an angel tapping your shoulder?
Reminding you of what is right or wrong?
Does the angel ever explain to you why you are strong?
Or cheerlead you through the nights when they are long?
Does the angel whisper sweet fantasies of the flesh?
Or give you visions of how she will undress?
Why does the angel remind me of the bad and not the good?
When I'm getting aroused by a beautiful woman
As any man would?
Do you find ways to feel better in a time of stress?
That's not the angel talking, but the winds blowing from the West.
Caressing your...
Reminding you of what is right or wrong?
Does the angel ever explain to you why you are strong?
Or cheerlead you through the nights when they are long?
Does the angel whisper sweet fantasies of the flesh?
Or give you visions of how she will undress?
Why does the angel remind me of the bad and not the good?
When I'm getting aroused by a beautiful woman
As any man would?
Do you find ways to feel better in a time of stress?
That's not the angel talking, but the winds blowing from the West.
Caressing your...
786 reads
13 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jun 2015 12:44pm
27th Jun 2015 12:44pm
The Saturday Morning Poem
The original brew at the crack of dawn
As I stare out into the concrete lawn
Two seconds later and after I yawn
I open the book and the world is gone
Troubled romances kill for each other
Devils and monsters in guise of a mother
Heroes await for adventure to smother
A human contemplates the life of another
Triumph is had at the cost of a friend
Life is lost, but that is not the end
As I reach beneath to find the trend
And discover myself from the authors pen
The stillness of the morning time
Installed with beeps and chatter...
As I stare out into the concrete lawn
Two seconds later and after I yawn
I open the book and the world is gone
Troubled romances kill for each other
Devils and monsters in guise of a mother
Heroes await for adventure to smother
A human contemplates the life of another
Triumph is had at the cost of a friend
Life is lost, but that is not the end
As I reach beneath to find the trend
And discover myself from the authors pen
The stillness of the morning time
Installed with beeps and chatter...
645 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jun 2015 7:12pm
25th Jun 2015 7:12pm
Some Things You Should Know About Me, My Love
Your lode stone kisses draws me here
That keeps us locked apart in fear
It's the static charge of my wandering eyes
That superficially excites my size,
My love.
Waves of affection to hold you down
While the shallow waters move around
Its not the maelstrom that has me centered
Instead I watch the debris as it enters,
My love.
The wind has many hands
In the dust storms swirling fans
The words I express the care that's shown
While the fantasies of others turn me on,
My love.
Just as the trees are in need for rain...
That keeps us locked apart in fear
It's the static charge of my wandering eyes
That superficially excites my size,
My love.
Waves of affection to hold you down
While the shallow waters move around
Its not the maelstrom that has me centered
Instead I watch the debris as it enters,
My love.
The wind has many hands
In the dust storms swirling fans
The words I express the care that's shown
While the fantasies of others turn me on,
My love.
Just as the trees are in need for rain...
556 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2015 5:54am
23rd Jun 2015 5:54am
Wait Your Turn
He sits there
On his favorite chair
Shed of his clothing
Slowly stroking his fountainhead
Dreamily gazing at her
Turned on by the
Satisfaction
Of his wife,
On the couch
Letting out a few moans,
On her hands and knees
Swaying back and forth
In ecstatic rhythm
With her dark hair
Being tugged by my hands
Watching my cock
Go in and out of her
Soft wet pussy
As I fuck her
From behind
On his favorite chair
Shed of his clothing
Slowly stroking his fountainhead
Dreamily gazing at her
Turned on by the
Satisfaction
Of his wife,
On the couch
Letting out a few moans,
On her hands and knees
Swaying back and forth
In ecstatic rhythm
With her dark hair
Being tugged by my hands
Watching my cock
Go in and out of her
Soft wet pussy
As I fuck her
From behind
1208 reads
9 Comments
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