Submissions by firecrackerxx
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
hello I am firecrackerxx a poet of erotic peotry and many other genres. There is a fire and passion in my soul that my pen displays.
LOVE POEM
Published
14th May 2012 8:52pm
14th May 2012 8:52pm
You are My Song
There won't be another dance from me
of this please rest assured.
Those were only for you to see.
You brought out my allure.
The fact that you call it a dance
is what moved me to seduction.
It wasn't just a perchance.
You stirred my fires of eruption.
I know it matters a lot to you.
You may never admit to your self.
The things I do and for whom.
My dances are put away on a shelf.
I would hope that you will never forget me.
because you are etched firmly in my soul.
There was something captivating between us...
of this please rest assured.
Those were only for you to see.
You brought out my allure.
The fact that you call it a dance
is what moved me to seduction.
It wasn't just a perchance.
You stirred my fires of eruption.
I know it matters a lot to you.
You may never admit to your self.
The things I do and for whom.
My dances are put away on a shelf.
I would hope that you will never forget me.
because you are etched firmly in my soul.
There was something captivating between us...
911 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th May 2012 12:51pm
14th May 2012 12:51pm
One October Night
She remembers the night well.
How could she ever forget the experience? It was passion and love
blended in perfect harmony with raw lust. She was sure this must be what making love meant. She knew in her frayed heart that nothing again could ever compare to that night with him. It was burned in her mind with the power of the desert sun.
As she sat on her bed with tear stained eyes she wondered if he felt the same way.
He told her in the past that he would never forget it and that it was the dance of their bodies and the mingling of the rare gift they had shared. She is...
How could she ever forget the experience? It was passion and love
blended in perfect harmony with raw lust. She was sure this must be what making love meant. She knew in her frayed heart that nothing again could ever compare to that night with him. It was burned in her mind with the power of the desert sun.
As she sat on her bed with tear stained eyes she wondered if he felt the same way.
He told her in the past that he would never forget it and that it was the dance of their bodies and the mingling of the rare gift they had shared. She is...
930 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th May 2012 1:37am
14th May 2012 1:37am
Resplendent Dreams
Mixed feelings again
infiltrate my being
like a swarm of industrious bees.
Flying and flitting about
searching...
hunting......
for something to satisfy
their longing.
My emotions are much like that.
Swirling inside my mind like a hurricane
or a waterspout.
Damn it
I want to let these thoughts out.
I want to set them free to fly about
in the atmosphere
drinking in the sky
and the cerulean clouds
the emerald grasses
and the flowers in fragrant masses.
Drink thoughts
drink
of the earth....
infiltrate my being
like a swarm of industrious bees.
Flying and flitting about
searching...
hunting......
for something to satisfy
their longing.
My emotions are much like that.
Swirling inside my mind like a hurricane
or a waterspout.
Damn it
I want to let these thoughts out.
I want to set them free to fly about
in the atmosphere
drinking in the sky
and the cerulean clouds
the emerald grasses
and the flowers in fragrant masses.
Drink thoughts
drink
of the earth....
734 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th May 2012 6:23pm
13th May 2012 6:23pm
Tumble
I am caught in a whirlwind
a virtual torrent
of feelings and emotions
I am going to write this piece
until something I need out of
me leaves.
Whether it be the hurt,
the pain
the joy or refrain.
I am not going to follow any pattern
right now that isn't what matters.
I feel what matters
is the ripping open of a chest
where hearts beat
and blood spatters.
Not that mine is open.
I am merely saying.
That many times a heart is on display.
who has authority to say
what makes that heart "feel"...
a virtual torrent
of feelings and emotions
I am going to write this piece
until something I need out of
me leaves.
Whether it be the hurt,
the pain
the joy or refrain.
I am not going to follow any pattern
right now that isn't what matters.
I feel what matters
is the ripping open of a chest
where hearts beat
and blood spatters.
Not that mine is open.
I am merely saying.
That many times a heart is on display.
who has authority to say
what makes that heart "feel"...
819 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th May 2012 4:44pm
13th May 2012 4:44pm
Slivers
Sale the soul
that shared the depth.
Squeeze it dry 'til nothing's left.
Break the fierce dichotomy
empty it again.
It's filled with false pretense.
Full of something
I don't know.
The constant sound is thumping.
In my mind obsessively
thoughts that cannot mend.
Acting out tempestuously.
Waves of sound are bumping.
Hear the flap
of flightless wings....
if mute you cannot sing.
Crying out with silent screams
to the table lifeless bring.
Like paralyzed by hidden hands
that creep...
that shared the depth.
Squeeze it dry 'til nothing's left.
Break the fierce dichotomy
empty it again.
It's filled with false pretense.
Full of something
I don't know.
The constant sound is thumping.
In my mind obsessively
thoughts that cannot mend.
Acting out tempestuously.
Waves of sound are bumping.
Hear the flap
of flightless wings....
if mute you cannot sing.
Crying out with silent screams
to the table lifeless bring.
Like paralyzed by hidden hands
that creep...
725 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th May 2012 5:58am
13th May 2012 5:58am
Lady of Fire
I simply cannot hold back any longer
with these inconceivable feelings.
You know I am writing about you.
I've told you that you were my muse.
You just really don't want to believe it.
My gosh don't take me wrong when you read this.
I have no intention of pushing your buttons.
I respect your devotion and faith.
I still have the right to say how I feel for you
even if you think it is all of a sudden.
I may sound like a worn out record to you
but I cannot keep myself from saying the things that are true.
You do not have to agree that's...
with these inconceivable feelings.
You know I am writing about you.
I've told you that you were my muse.
You just really don't want to believe it.
My gosh don't take me wrong when you read this.
I have no intention of pushing your buttons.
I respect your devotion and faith.
I still have the right to say how I feel for you
even if you think it is all of a sudden.
I may sound like a worn out record to you
but I cannot keep myself from saying the things that are true.
You do not have to agree that's...
918 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th May 2012 5:18pm
12th May 2012 5:18pm
Cui Bono
Wherever I look I am right there.
Cannot escape so why even dare.
This person I see each day looking back,
Imposes her thoughts and sometimes attacks.
I get mad at her and she gets mad back.
Slammed in my face like a blunt forceful slap.
I've never been able to quite find my niche.
Along the way I've stumbled and tripped.
I topple on questions and slip on the truth
I delve and infringe like an interested sleuth.
I have to know when .
I need to know now.
I want the details.
The ins and the outs.
I can't stand evasion, or the...
Cannot escape so why even dare.
This person I see each day looking back,
Imposes her thoughts and sometimes attacks.
I get mad at her and she gets mad back.
Slammed in my face like a blunt forceful slap.
I've never been able to quite find my niche.
Along the way I've stumbled and tripped.
I topple on questions and slip on the truth
I delve and infringe like an interested sleuth.
I have to know when .
I need to know now.
I want the details.
The ins and the outs.
I can't stand evasion, or the...
780 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th May 2012 2:40am
12th May 2012 2:40am
Caught in the Flames
Am I a lady of rage
or simply a fool who dreams
am I trapped in passion's cage
Why can't I ever be free?
I have simply had my fill
I'm in one of those moods where I might just give up.
I offer my love, my heart, my body and appeal.
But I run smack dab into rejection and stop.
It's a wall of cement that hurts when you hit
It's putting knots on my head.
I'm getting cranky and tired of this shit.
You'll never know the tears that I've shed.
I know I sound bitchy, insane and confused
Maybe i am but I'm tired of caring.
I'd like...
or simply a fool who dreams
am I trapped in passion's cage
Why can't I ever be free?
I have simply had my fill
I'm in one of those moods where I might just give up.
I offer my love, my heart, my body and appeal.
But I run smack dab into rejection and stop.
It's a wall of cement that hurts when you hit
It's putting knots on my head.
I'm getting cranky and tired of this shit.
You'll never know the tears that I've shed.
I know I sound bitchy, insane and confused
Maybe i am but I'm tired of caring.
I'd like...
732 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th May 2012 11:35pm
11th May 2012 11:35pm
S.H.E. R.O.B.O.T.
S.H.E. R.O.B.O.T.
stands along the side of the stage
bleeding ink for blood
Mechanical movements
creak through all the sludge.
SHE ROBOT
an odd contraption
a steely cold device.
If you don't believe me
look in her glassy eyes.
S.H.E. ROBOT
exacts revenge
on him who turned so cold.
He doesn't think she feels a thing
but she is ever bold.
She creaks about the halls at night
metal rattles floor.
It seems her face a pearly white
it chills you to the core.
Weird illusion on wretched face
a...
stands along the side of the stage
bleeding ink for blood
Mechanical movements
creak through all the sludge.
SHE ROBOT
an odd contraption
a steely cold device.
If you don't believe me
look in her glassy eyes.
S.H.E. ROBOT
exacts revenge
on him who turned so cold.
He doesn't think she feels a thing
but she is ever bold.
She creaks about the halls at night
metal rattles floor.
It seems her face a pearly white
it chills you to the core.
Weird illusion on wretched face
a...
782 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th May 2012 3:20pm
11th May 2012 3:20pm
Shelf Life
Here I am crawling again
Feeling the cold dirty floor.
Breathing these toxins within.
Five fingers slammed in the door.
Slap me across my sad face.
Ignore all the lines in the sand.
Knock me right down from my grace.
Shred me with sorrow's sweet plan.
You got it backwards you see.
Although you think it's just as you say.
It must be crazy, delusional me.
How could I buffet this way?
I'm tired of you saying I don't know what's real
I can hear you try to act as if i can't.
I have a mind and I know how to feel....
Feeling the cold dirty floor.
Breathing these toxins within.
Five fingers slammed in the door.
Slap me across my sad face.
Ignore all the lines in the sand.
Knock me right down from my grace.
Shred me with sorrow's sweet plan.
You got it backwards you see.
Although you think it's just as you say.
It must be crazy, delusional me.
How could I buffet this way?
I'm tired of you saying I don't know what's real
I can hear you try to act as if i can't.
I have a mind and I know how to feel....
817 reads
3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
11th May 2012 2:20pm
11th May 2012 2:20pm
Necromancer
Am I peering through two way mirrors?
What's up with the smoke screens of delusion?
Because what I thought I knew suddenly changed.
Are you an illusionist, a soothsayer, a magic man of some kind?
Do you revel in the idea of pulling birds out of hats,
or of cutting this woman in half?
Surely it isn't so!
Only a self-righteous and arrogant man could do such.
Only one in love with a cheer from the pen wielding crowd.
Do you get off on some sort of head trip with your brand of
hocus pocus and trickery? Doesn't it bother you that someone may...
What's up with the smoke screens of delusion?
Because what I thought I knew suddenly changed.
Are you an illusionist, a soothsayer, a magic man of some kind?
Do you revel in the idea of pulling birds out of hats,
or of cutting this woman in half?
Surely it isn't so!
Only a self-righteous and arrogant man could do such.
Only one in love with a cheer from the pen wielding crowd.
Do you get off on some sort of head trip with your brand of
hocus pocus and trickery? Doesn't it bother you that someone may...
852 reads
12 Comments
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