Submissions by juon
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Anyone have a tranq gun to use on the elephant in the room?
along the curve
dipping down below the water,
resurfacing just in time
to see you shine
in the bloody glow
of the setting sun,
rivulets run
along the curve
of your dark skin
as you turn to me
and call out again
that the tide is coming in
it's time to move our things,
build a fire and settle in
I hear you but I'm not really
listening, immersed again
but this time in the dream
I am burning alive in your
liquid heat, the depths
of your eyes
the last undiscovered
reach, they devour me
and I drown...
resurfacing just in time
to see you shine
in the bloody glow
of the setting sun,
rivulets run
along the curve
of your dark skin
as you turn to me
and call out again
that the tide is coming in
it's time to move our things,
build a fire and settle in
I hear you but I'm not really
listening, immersed again
but this time in the dream
I am burning alive in your
liquid heat, the depths
of your eyes
the last undiscovered
reach, they devour me
and I drown...
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You've got a good start
Why did you go and deactivate your account playmistyforme/dedus8? (reagon)
In response to your silly little inbox message I never said I WAS any good. Poetry is only a hobby, which is why I don't spend every waking moment here subjecting others to endless torrents of my crap like you do. Sorry that you failed at bruising my ego.
Regardless of why you've done it you should just keep on deleting until they are all gone.
In response to your silly little inbox message I never said I WAS any good. Poetry is only a hobby, which is why I don't spend every waking moment here subjecting others to endless torrents of my crap like you do. Sorry that you failed at bruising my ego.
Regardless of why you've done it you should just keep on deleting until they are all gone.
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Measure of a man
in the darkness of near dawn
I lie beside you, I have yet to sleep,
still feeling your lips on my skin
as you breathe rythmically next to me
your kiss is incendiary, your body
a work of the finest art
but no matter how incredibly alive
I feel while making love to your body
I've actually fallen so much harder
for your indomitable heart
I lie beside you, I have yet to sleep,
still feeling your lips on my skin
as you breathe rythmically next to me
your kiss is incendiary, your body
a work of the finest art
but no matter how incredibly alive
I feel while making love to your body
I've actually fallen so much harder
for your indomitable heart
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13 Comments
Lets just vomit and call it poetry
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8 Comments
First day on the trails
your eyes stare right through me
intense as could possibly be
as you stand with your gun
held casually at arm's length
across your thighs,
big hands seem to dwarf the stock
and barrel and I can't wait
to get you alone,
so lets get out of here -
away from the clutter of the
suburbs and out into the country,
your first home
I walk behind you on the paths
holding my own in my clunky new
hiking boots, just a bit chilled
and wearing your coat,
the wind tosses your hair across
your face but I can still see
the smile, the...
intense as could possibly be
as you stand with your gun
held casually at arm's length
across your thighs,
big hands seem to dwarf the stock
and barrel and I can't wait
to get you alone,
so lets get out of here -
away from the clutter of the
suburbs and out into the country,
your first home
I walk behind you on the paths
holding my own in my clunky new
hiking boots, just a bit chilled
and wearing your coat,
the wind tosses your hair across
your face but I can still see
the smile, the...
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5 Comments
You don't scare me, bitch
some people deserve every last moment of pain they live in.
murderous thoughts,
hate driven
if any happiness
ever crops up within,
it will surely
be at the expense
of another human being,
such a waste of oxygen
bloating, blatting,
lowdown coward
dreaming of sin
but you're just too weak to commit
you can't imagine
entering the real hell
that waits for you
and your kind, they cry
oh me, poor me
and think if they die
it will end their suffering
but...
murderous thoughts,
hate driven
if any happiness
ever crops up within,
it will surely
be at the expense
of another human being,
such a waste of oxygen
bloating, blatting,
lowdown coward
dreaming of sin
but you're just too weak to commit
you can't imagine
entering the real hell
that waits for you
and your kind, they cry
oh me, poor me
and think if they die
it will end their suffering
but...
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2 Comments
Why is this still going on?
I was told that playmistyforme is ghostvoices, kismit777, dedus8 (and several other profiles as well) and posting things he thinks are triggering for females because he is abusive and trying to cause discomfort to female members.
this is a sad abuse of a great site and I wish something could be done.
also an open statement to the abuser(s): throwing threats into your writing, whichever female you are directing them at it is PATHETIC, you are a weak, sad little boy who can't muster the strength to do something about the issues you have in real life so you resort to writing...
this is a sad abuse of a great site and I wish something could be done.
also an open statement to the abuser(s): throwing threats into your writing, whichever female you are directing them at it is PATHETIC, you are a weak, sad little boy who can't muster the strength to do something about the issues you have in real life so you resort to writing...
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You will get exactly what you deserve.
I was raised in the suburbs, a child of the middle-class all american family and you can judge me for the color of my skin all day long and it means nothing to me because at the end of the day I know that my mother, first generation american though she may be has defied the odds, raised a family while pursuing her own dreams, and my father has been there every step of the way, working just as hard to give us every opportunity. I have never lacked for love a single day of my life and I've taken to heart what my parents taught, work hard, love harder, never give up.
I'm sorry if anyone...
I'm sorry if anyone...
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the coward's avenue
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4 Comments
a serious question:
I was told that playmistyforme is dedus8 (and several other profiles as well) and posting things he thinks are triggering for females because he is abusive and trying to cause discomfort to female members.
how many fake profiles can one lunatic have?
another question: why won't he get the message that a) most people wish he'd just go away and b) he has nothing worthwhile left to say.
how many fake profiles can one lunatic have?
another question: why won't he get the message that a) most people wish he'd just go away and b) he has nothing worthwhile left to say.
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music to my soul
my new love speaks to me
in his mother tongue
and I love the sound
of those syllables
against my neck
especially in the heat
of the moment,
it is music to my soul
he wants to take me
away from the city
to meet his family
and I wish I could
drop everything and go
there is no reason
to hide now, no fear
when he tells me
that he loves me
I hear something different
than I've ever heard
before,
more than the different
syllables, I hear honesty
in those words
my...
in his mother tongue
and I love the sound
of those syllables
against my neck
especially in the heat
of the moment,
it is music to my soul
he wants to take me
away from the city
to meet his family
and I wish I could
drop everything and go
there is no reason
to hide now, no fear
when he tells me
that he loves me
I hear something different
than I've ever heard
before,
more than the different
syllables, I hear honesty
in those words
my...
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2 Comments
maggots, meds and soulrot
27 days of hunger was a fucking metaphor,
there was no bridge
idiot, and whats more
your writing sucks dick
even more often than you do
and holy shit, that's alot
this is all fiction
nary a truth in the lot,
but I am bored with your game
so back to your regularly
scheduled program
of maggots, meds
and soulrot.
there was no bridge
idiot, and whats more
your writing sucks dick
even more often than you do
and holy shit, that's alot
this is all fiction
nary a truth in the lot,
but I am bored with your game
so back to your regularly
scheduled program
of maggots, meds
and soulrot.
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DU Poetry : Submissions by juon