Submissions by forever-for_real (Tess Stoops)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write. Always.
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Apr 2010 5:04pm
12th Apr 2010 5:04pm
Night Out
I slip on
my shortest skirt
the one that makes your eyes wander.
Pack my flask
for those
post-last-call
shots.
Slick on
my red gloss
pull on
my tightest tank top.
(fits like a second skin)
I'm coming to you.
stars already showing up to the rave
and the moon
looms overhead.
I slink down the alley.
(this is no place for a girl, alone
I feel the party
before I see it.
The music in my feet.
Bass pumping.
Then I see you.
With a devilish grin
I somehow developed,
I run and wrap myself in your arms....
my shortest skirt
the one that makes your eyes wander.
Pack my flask
for those
post-last-call
shots.
Slick on
my red gloss
pull on
my tightest tank top.
(fits like a second skin)
I'm coming to you.
stars already showing up to the rave
and the moon
looms overhead.
I slink down the alley.
(this is no place for a girl, alone
I feel the party
before I see it.
The music in my feet.
Bass pumping.
Then I see you.
With a devilish grin
I somehow developed,
I run and wrap myself in your arms....
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EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Apr 2010 5:09pm
9th Apr 2010 5:09pm
It's Not Rape If You Want It
S'not rape if you're willing'
you slur into my ear.
'And If I'm not?'
the blankness in your eyes scares me.
'You know you are'
Regardless even if I wasn't you'd be the last to care.
You don't know my name
let alone
my views on premarital sex.
I know I am.
I live for this,
the binds you've placed around me,
the knowledge that no ones around to hear me scream.
I want you, need you,
to hurt me,
make me feel helpless because
I am so powerful.
Tie me up,
beat me,
bite me,
I'm...
you slur into my ear.
'And If I'm not?'
the blankness in your eyes scares me.
'You know you are'
Regardless even if I wasn't you'd be the last to care.
You don't know my name
let alone
my views on premarital sex.
I know I am.
I live for this,
the binds you've placed around me,
the knowledge that no ones around to hear me scream.
I want you, need you,
to hurt me,
make me feel helpless because
I am so powerful.
Tie me up,
beat me,
bite me,
I'm...
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Apr 2010 5:36pm
8th Apr 2010 5:36pm
The Reason
Underneath everyones high expectations
is a sliverof reality.
They know I will fail.
They are counting on it.
They have already passed their judgement.
Dispite my potential,
my, talent, my drive,
they know drugs are the only thing that keep me alive.
If I could I would
smoke everyday
pop pills with some buddies,
drink my life away.
If I could I would
without proving them wrong,
I'd turn my life into A Rock n' Roll song.
The life i want isn't the life thats mine.
I'm forced to choose between them
all the time.
Proving them...
is a sliverof reality.
They know I will fail.
They are counting on it.
They have already passed their judgement.
Dispite my potential,
my, talent, my drive,
they know drugs are the only thing that keep me alive.
If I could I would
smoke everyday
pop pills with some buddies,
drink my life away.
If I could I would
without proving them wrong,
I'd turn my life into A Rock n' Roll song.
The life i want isn't the life thats mine.
I'm forced to choose between them
all the time.
Proving them...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
6th Apr 2010 5:25pm
6th Apr 2010 5:25pm
Sex, Drugs, and Rock n' Roll
The party don't start til we arrive
we take all the drugs that keep us high
we turn the heads of every guy
we know how to feel alive.
The drinks, the drugs, the music loud
we relish the beat, the feel of the sound
the bass from the stereo seeps through the ground
people love it when we party around.
We're never first to show up, but we're always last to leave
always having one more joint stuck in our sleeve
this is our dream life, the life we chose to achieve
because partying's the one thing we always will suceed.
I got your back anytime of day...
we take all the drugs that keep us high
we turn the heads of every guy
we know how to feel alive.
The drinks, the drugs, the music loud
we relish the beat, the feel of the sound
the bass from the stereo seeps through the ground
people love it when we party around.
We're never first to show up, but we're always last to leave
always having one more joint stuck in our sleeve
this is our dream life, the life we chose to achieve
because partying's the one thing we always will suceed.
I got your back anytime of day...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Apr 2010 5:29pm
5th Apr 2010 5:29pm
You Just Gave Me Amnesia
There was someone before you...
Some guy, what was his name?
Brown eyes? Brown hair?
Was he tall maybe?
No...Shit.
There was someone before you...
His name slipped my mind
when you slipped me your tongue.
Has this happened before?
The way you move beneath me,
the way we sway together...
There was someone here before you.
But I don't think you care.
You've totally erased my memory.
What will you do to me?
Your hands,
that may or may not
be like his,
thoroughly explore me
before coming to rest
where I need them...
Some guy, what was his name?
Brown eyes? Brown hair?
Was he tall maybe?
No...Shit.
There was someone before you...
His name slipped my mind
when you slipped me your tongue.
Has this happened before?
The way you move beneath me,
the way we sway together...
There was someone here before you.
But I don't think you care.
You've totally erased my memory.
What will you do to me?
Your hands,
that may or may not
be like his,
thoroughly explore me
before coming to rest
where I need them...
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ANGER POEM
Published
25th Mar 2010 5:54pm
25th Mar 2010 5:54pm
Bye
I have been silenced once more by people who refuse to understand. I apoligize. My voice was never meant for anyone to hear. I resign from writing. Thats possible right? Because me and any type of articulation written typed or otherwise never comes out right. I probabaly sound like the misunderstood writer. Mayber thats what i am. What i was. Im done guys its over. Im sorry. This isnt really an angry poem. More quiet surrender. Thats better. Im sorry guys. Im over it. Whether you believe me or not. This is my last bit of literature until i can find the will to write again. Its done nothing...
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Mar 2010 1:54pm
21st Mar 2010 1:54pm
Power
It was me
who managed
to always luck out.
I've never been punished adequetly
for anything in my life.
I'm the one who never
faces the consequences.
I'll never
get the short end of the stick
unless it comes to
personal relationships,
then I never lose
but never win either.
So i guess its kind of a checks-and-balance system.
Since everything else
goes fan-freaking-tastic
I guess something has to suck.
Yet I never lose.
Never have I got what's coming to me.
I've always managed to outrun that.
One day I'll have to...
who managed
to always luck out.
I've never been punished adequetly
for anything in my life.
I'm the one who never
faces the consequences.
I'll never
get the short end of the stick
unless it comes to
personal relationships,
then I never lose
but never win either.
So i guess its kind of a checks-and-balance system.
Since everything else
goes fan-freaking-tastic
I guess something has to suck.
Yet I never lose.
Never have I got what's coming to me.
I've always managed to outrun that.
One day I'll have to...
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Mar 2010 4:01am
21st Mar 2010 4:01am
my knight in shining armor totally backed out on me
it was you
who was my voice
when I was to scared to speak.
the only one who stood up for me while
everone else
quietly took their seat.
who will be
my protector now?
when their hands glide
too low,
or creep
too high?
whose arms
will pull me from their grasp?
there's no one to save me now.
you were the only one who knew
the only one
who ever cared,
yet now you leave me to their mercy.
all I can cling to
is the hope that
one day
you'll come back to rescue me...
but inside I know
I'll be their...
who was my voice
when I was to scared to speak.
the only one who stood up for me while
everone else
quietly took their seat.
who will be
my protector now?
when their hands glide
too low,
or creep
too high?
whose arms
will pull me from their grasp?
there's no one to save me now.
you were the only one who knew
the only one
who ever cared,
yet now you leave me to their mercy.
all I can cling to
is the hope that
one day
you'll come back to rescue me...
but inside I know
I'll be their...
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Mar 2010 5:08pm
11th Mar 2010 5:08pm
Starving
Have you ever been hungry?
Too hungry to eat?
People wonder why I'm wasting away.
Food just clogs up in my throat
never reaching my stomach.
Always on the verge of losing the unessesary baggage.
I can't swallow anymore garbage.
I'm not even hungry.
The emptyness inside
is not my growling stomach.
It's my withering heart.
Starving for love,
someone who understands.
Can a soul be anorexic?
Because mine's dropping the pounds fast.
And I don't think it will accept a feeding tube.
I need someone to be my soulfood.
I need your love...
Too hungry to eat?
People wonder why I'm wasting away.
Food just clogs up in my throat
never reaching my stomach.
Always on the verge of losing the unessesary baggage.
I can't swallow anymore garbage.
I'm not even hungry.
The emptyness inside
is not my growling stomach.
It's my withering heart.
Starving for love,
someone who understands.
Can a soul be anorexic?
Because mine's dropping the pounds fast.
And I don't think it will accept a feeding tube.
I need someone to be my soulfood.
I need your love...
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STORY POEM
Published
10th Mar 2010 5:35pm
10th Mar 2010 5:35pm
Hell Fire
I dreamt I was burning.
Fire melting the flesh from my bones.
Turning everything into glowing ash as I
sat still and quiet,
warm at last.
Resting in the inferno,
the pure definiton of hell.
I awoke shivering under a dozen flannel blankes,
wound tight around me,
pinning me to the wall.
So freaking cold.
I know now,
that hell is not full of pits of fire,
and bubbling lava,
no, that would be to comfortable.
Hell is cold, hell is ice.
Even when I die my soul will not thaw.
Even when I die
I'll still shiver in my grave.
Fire melting the flesh from my bones.
Turning everything into glowing ash as I
sat still and quiet,
warm at last.
Resting in the inferno,
the pure definiton of hell.
I awoke shivering under a dozen flannel blankes,
wound tight around me,
pinning me to the wall.
So freaking cold.
I know now,
that hell is not full of pits of fire,
and bubbling lava,
no, that would be to comfortable.
Hell is cold, hell is ice.
Even when I die my soul will not thaw.
Even when I die
I'll still shiver in my grave.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Mar 2010 5:27pm
9th Mar 2010 5:27pm
you know that one girl....
hey,
you know that one girl
always sitting on the edges of class?
what's her deal?
that girl
who always makes up an awesome comeback
that makes everyone
laugh their asses off.
but when she laughs
there's something hollow behind it.
did you ever
see that girl get pissed?
what a freak
it makes people think
she's gonna smash them
but even though she has nothing
she thinks she has so much to lose
so she never does.
you know that girl
that takes everything so hard?
she's always causing drama
because she can't hide...
you know that one girl
always sitting on the edges of class?
what's her deal?
that girl
who always makes up an awesome comeback
that makes everyone
laugh their asses off.
but when she laughs
there's something hollow behind it.
did you ever
see that girl get pissed?
what a freak
it makes people think
she's gonna smash them
but even though she has nothing
she thinks she has so much to lose
so she never does.
you know that girl
that takes everything so hard?
she's always causing drama
because she can't hide...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
9th Mar 2010 5:17pm
9th Mar 2010 5:17pm
Dear ?
what are you? friend enemy or other? because i honestly can't tell anymore.you can be mad at me. i don't care. i'm mad too. just not at you anymore. you know in the end you there will be pain. if you're willing to deal with that then more power to you. but don't say you hate me just because i'm not happy with what you did. i'm not going to pretend to be either. but i can bury it. if you could just keep quiet there would be no problem. there's no point in dragging other people into this. drama cannot exist between two people. that's a conflict. it's when you get other people sucked in that...
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