Submissions by hovaczech
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
This is how I want to write - "Sentence upon sentence Words are the healing lament, For the death of my spirit Has no meaning in the soft fire, Words got me the wound and will get me well, If you believe it" - JDM
Would
Would that you were the air,
so I could breathe you in so deep
I'd hold you near to my heart
because without you I am incomplete
You're the powerful wind lifting the birds ever higher.
Today that breeze carries the delicate perfume of your womanhood and it stirs all my loves desires
Would that you were the whole of the earth,
It’s hard to decide where I would explore first.
From North to South then East to West,
At your perfect ass or your lovely breast
One thing for sure I know before we play,
and thats that I like...
so I could breathe you in so deep
I'd hold you near to my heart
because without you I am incomplete
You're the powerful wind lifting the birds ever higher.
Today that breeze carries the delicate perfume of your womanhood and it stirs all my loves desires
Would that you were the whole of the earth,
It’s hard to decide where I would explore first.
From North to South then East to West,
At your perfect ass or your lovely breast
One thing for sure I know before we play,
and thats that I like...
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Thinking of you
Throughout the day my mind oft drifts away
Focused on tasks I can’t stay
It freely wonders from what I’m supposed to do
For all I want, is to think of you
Thoughts of you always make me smile
Even laugh every once in a while
So when I’m down or feeling blue
All I need is to think of you
Through the times both good and bad
My unconditional love you’ve always had
We’ve always managed to struggle thru
What keeps me going is those thoughts of you
So when were old and your in a home
I will not leave all alone
I'll make sure to...
Focused on tasks I can’t stay
It freely wonders from what I’m supposed to do
For all I want, is to think of you
Thoughts of you always make me smile
Even laugh every once in a while
So when I’m down or feeling blue
All I need is to think of you
Through the times both good and bad
My unconditional love you’ve always had
We’ve always managed to struggle thru
What keeps me going is those thoughts of you
So when were old and your in a home
I will not leave all alone
I'll make sure to...
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Spark
font=Times New Roman]I sit in the early hours of the morning in thought.
I find myself wanting. No, it is more than a mere wanting it is a lustful aching.
It is you that I want, desire and have to have.
It is because you are woman. You are the woman. You are the essence of what it means to be a woman.
You are the one that makes my life better with your love and support.
You make me be more,
feel more,
accomplish more,
love more.
You make me a better person, you make me safe. You make me whole. Without you I am not me....
I find myself wanting. No, it is more than a mere wanting it is a lustful aching.
It is you that I want, desire and have to have.
It is because you are woman. You are the woman. You are the essence of what it means to be a woman.
You are the one that makes my life better with your love and support.
You make me be more,
feel more,
accomplish more,
love more.
You make me a better person, you make me safe. You make me whole. Without you I am not me....
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The Sniper
Chapter One
The rain had begun to taper off but Josef was already soaked through to the bone. He had been slowly, almost imperceptibly working his way through the rubble and ash filled puddles on his belly. What had once been the warehouse for the Isamov tea storage building was now nothing more than a collection of burnt piles of timber and brick, most of which was in the street in front of where the it had once stood.
During the early days of the siege the bombardment of artillery and aerial bombing had laid waste to most of the industrial buildings before it had moved further into...
The rain had begun to taper off but Josef was already soaked through to the bone. He had been slowly, almost imperceptibly working his way through the rubble and ash filled puddles on his belly. What had once been the warehouse for the Isamov tea storage building was now nothing more than a collection of burnt piles of timber and brick, most of which was in the street in front of where the it had once stood.
During the early days of the siege the bombardment of artillery and aerial bombing had laid waste to most of the industrial buildings before it had moved further into...
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