Submissions by foxystonefox
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jul 2016 8:01am
21st Jul 2016 8:01am
Dropped Kisses
I leave you kisses everywhere,
littering them like trash-dropping them here and there.
My kisses become clutter in the day to day havoc that is your life,
and mirror the stars in the sky.
They shatter a devastating echo of combustible constellations.
My kisses are time bombs of passion... possibly poison.
I hope you pick each one up naked, and alone.
A fitting tease for denying me your lips.
Turning me into a pedestrian delivery service,
dropping kisses around a set schedule.
littering them like trash-dropping them here and there.
My kisses become clutter in the day to day havoc that is your life,
and mirror the stars in the sky.
They shatter a devastating echo of combustible constellations.
My kisses are time bombs of passion... possibly poison.
I hope you pick each one up naked, and alone.
A fitting tease for denying me your lips.
Turning me into a pedestrian delivery service,
dropping kisses around a set schedule.
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2016 8:27am
3rd Jul 2016 8:27am
My Promise
Half my time is spent bruising my own ego,
as I literally try to command every cell in my body to forget you entirely.
To forget your stupid face, your name, and all the things I can't stand about you.
Or worse.. all those things I'm ashamed to admit I love about you.
In the end, pretending your nonexistence only antagonizes me more.
The absence of you is louder than the endless supply of smart ass remarks you never seem to run out of.
You rob me of the fun in getting high taking the out of every day.
Stealing the very colour from my sight and...
as I literally try to command every cell in my body to forget you entirely.
To forget your stupid face, your name, and all the things I can't stand about you.
Or worse.. all those things I'm ashamed to admit I love about you.
In the end, pretending your nonexistence only antagonizes me more.
The absence of you is louder than the endless supply of smart ass remarks you never seem to run out of.
You rob me of the fun in getting high taking the out of every day.
Stealing the very colour from my sight and...
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2016 8:25am
3rd Jul 2016 8:25am
Beast of Burden
He halted..
Snuffing the air, he turned tail and galloped off.
Still,
Without much delay,
We gallantly dragged our efforts; shooting at the poor beast in hot pursuit
I was unwilling in this sport.
In my heart of hearts I hoped instead we might manage to tame him.
This Mighty Majestic Beast of Burden was too rare to see Death.
But once our chase had been executed the noose in our hands drew tight,
Ensnaring the monster in our trap as we had him.
We had him cornered.
The Beast was...
Snuffing the air, he turned tail and galloped off.
Still,
Without much delay,
We gallantly dragged our efforts; shooting at the poor beast in hot pursuit
I was unwilling in this sport.
In my heart of hearts I hoped instead we might manage to tame him.
This Mighty Majestic Beast of Burden was too rare to see Death.
But once our chase had been executed the noose in our hands drew tight,
Ensnaring the monster in our trap as we had him.
We had him cornered.
The Beast was...
689 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2016 1:13am
2nd Jul 2016 1:13am
Trickster
Missing him..
I filled my time with other things,
But nothing helped keep him off my mind.
The Night:
Filled with two false poetic promises left me disappointed.
In these two years I have lost all “friends” I thought had loved me.
Instead,
They abandoned me, and left me to my own devices.
But the new discovery of joy found in honing a craft,
Granted me the sight of true love.
Even if he didn’t love me back..
And yet,
It wasn’t fair.
The Night displayed a Full Moon...
I filled my time with other things,
But nothing helped keep him off my mind.
The Night:
Filled with two false poetic promises left me disappointed.
In these two years I have lost all “friends” I thought had loved me.
Instead,
They abandoned me, and left me to my own devices.
But the new discovery of joy found in honing a craft,
Granted me the sight of true love.
Even if he didn’t love me back..
And yet,
It wasn’t fair.
The Night displayed a Full Moon...
681 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2016 1:11am
2nd Jul 2016 1:11am
Curious Natures
Curious Natures
In a more weak world the most aggressive advantages
don't always deal in what is referred to as "fair consequence."
Being an empire built of sharks, snakes, wolves, and rats-the most basic of beasts-
we really understand the most prehistoric philosophy: survival.
Using it as the first building blocks and the cracked foundation for this society.
Still, one must always reserve all judgements for the most lucrative habits that surprised all by opening up a vast spectrum of the most curious natures.
Leaving any who wander vulnerable to...
In a more weak world the most aggressive advantages
don't always deal in what is referred to as "fair consequence."
Being an empire built of sharks, snakes, wolves, and rats-the most basic of beasts-
we really understand the most prehistoric philosophy: survival.
Using it as the first building blocks and the cracked foundation for this society.
Still, one must always reserve all judgements for the most lucrative habits that surprised all by opening up a vast spectrum of the most curious natures.
Leaving any who wander vulnerable to...
670 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jun 2016 11:33am
29th Jun 2016 11:33am
Paranioa
Waned and weary with only toil and trouble
my limbs could only travel this journey tired. .
In my head to in my mind
-which coincidentally were not the same thing-
thoughts seemed to expire from the zealous fear found in your gaping wide darkness of speech.
My serenely spiritual soul's mythical secret shadow sparkled as a jewel:
Boundlessly black but brazenly beauteous by day, but by night,
my mind mentioned masses of decoratively hung ghastly gossip,
secretively shushed into silence
never
ever
...
my limbs could only travel this journey tired. .
In my head to in my mind
-which coincidentally were not the same thing-
thoughts seemed to expire from the zealous fear found in your gaping wide darkness of speech.
My serenely spiritual soul's mythical secret shadow sparkled as a jewel:
Boundlessly black but brazenly beauteous by day, but by night,
my mind mentioned masses of decoratively hung ghastly gossip,
secretively shushed into silence
never
ever
...
602 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Jun 2016 2:59am
29th Jun 2016 2:59am
This Is To Be You
We are made strong when the long voyage is married by a most repulsive
-“Never have I ever”-
(I’m going to take this shot now)
social suicide disguised in your own hand holding the matrimonial loaded gun.
A mile away,
Not far from the place where I buried all my regrets,
was the rough rugged coast of Sicily;
Resting, laying down somewhere beyond the beach,
no longer scrambling about, or searching to do more.
I, on the other hand,
Was startled as though in great Danger.
In the distance,
A hatchet could be...
-“Never have I ever”-
(I’m going to take this shot now)
social suicide disguised in your own hand holding the matrimonial loaded gun.
A mile away,
Not far from the place where I buried all my regrets,
was the rough rugged coast of Sicily;
Resting, laying down somewhere beyond the beach,
no longer scrambling about, or searching to do more.
I, on the other hand,
Was startled as though in great Danger.
In the distance,
A hatchet could be...
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2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jun 2016 2:56am
29th Jun 2016 2:56am
We Explore Our Island
Without the Night,
Many days had been hellishly humid and hot.
Everyone loudly saluted what was to be the rising moon-now secretly vanished from sight on high.
Taking with it all the beauty there was to see of blazing comets and shooting stars
that no longer decorated a now absent, but still longed for. . .
twinkling Night sky.
The lack of air time and cancellation of the most watched reality show,
“Waxing and Waning Nights”, twisted all laws of our modern day science,
Making Lunar phases a thing of myth-quickly replaced with some other...
Many days had been hellishly humid and hot.
Everyone loudly saluted what was to be the rising moon-now secretly vanished from sight on high.
Taking with it all the beauty there was to see of blazing comets and shooting stars
that no longer decorated a now absent, but still longed for. . .
twinkling Night sky.
The lack of air time and cancellation of the most watched reality show,
“Waxing and Waning Nights”, twisted all laws of our modern day science,
Making Lunar phases a thing of myth-quickly replaced with some other...
575 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Jun 2016 2:27pm
27th Jun 2016 2:27pm
You Conquered
b]You linger in the form of bruises.
Routing a roadmap on my body of all your favorite places.
A constant reminder of the fire I wish I could deny but always give into.
Sentencing me to a honorable death of insects:
As i become the doomed moth drawn to your flame.
Your heat is like the sun as it warms me slowly, scorching my skin.
And just like in summer, I can not stay out of those rays.
Leaving me with what I think will be a warm heated glow that we both know is a brilliant burn.
Making all movements a reminder of any time spent with you....
Routing a roadmap on my body of all your favorite places.
A constant reminder of the fire I wish I could deny but always give into.
Sentencing me to a honorable death of insects:
As i become the doomed moth drawn to your flame.
Your heat is like the sun as it warms me slowly, scorching my skin.
And just like in summer, I can not stay out of those rays.
Leaving me with what I think will be a warm heated glow that we both know is a brilliant burn.
Making all movements a reminder of any time spent with you....
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
27th Jun 2016 2:15pm
27th Jun 2016 2:15pm
Divine Musings
In the most unusual manic-panic creep,
wildly lurking behind every corner, the Shadow was about to uncover some ungraspable but still always desired secrets or ideas.
A fantasy,
a darker shade of fantasy:
a fun fetish!
Or perhaps,
Could it simply be foolish fanciful notions?
This fully torqued delusion could be a haunting mirage-a make believe vintage slogan ghost from the generations passed.
That worn out, over-sold “American Dream.”
That life. THE LIFE:
-free from the routine confusion and...
wildly lurking behind every corner, the Shadow was about to uncover some ungraspable but still always desired secrets or ideas.
A fantasy,
a darker shade of fantasy:
a fun fetish!
Or perhaps,
Could it simply be foolish fanciful notions?
This fully torqued delusion could be a haunting mirage-a make believe vintage slogan ghost from the generations passed.
That worn out, over-sold “American Dream.”
That life. THE LIFE:
-free from the routine confusion and...
473 reads
3 Comments
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