Submissions by kittiewoe (Lilly)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm not vulgar, I am no sex obsessed. I am people obsessed, I am movement obsesses, I am body obsessed.I like to feel pain, especially from a lover, it makes me human. It makes me feel alive, it makes me remember what I am.I am not a sadist.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2015 00:26am
3rd Jan 2015 00:26am
Dominic.
Please darling, my darling,
Cast some light upon your intricacies,
Let me see into your eyes, and walk amongst your veins,
Let me greet your hot breath like an old friend,
Let me sleep in the crook of your arm,
Even begging in my knees you shrug me off,
I just want to make sure you're real, can't you see that?
But you can't, and you won't,
In a way I'm glad,
If you say no,
There's no way for me to accept.
Cast some light upon your intricacies,
Let me see into your eyes, and walk amongst your veins,
Let me greet your hot breath like an old friend,
Let me sleep in the crook of your arm,
Even begging in my knees you shrug me off,
I just want to make sure you're real, can't you see that?
But you can't, and you won't,
In a way I'm glad,
If you say no,
There's no way for me to accept.
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Aug 2014 9:06pm
12th Aug 2014 9:06pm
Please?
Lips graze over smooth marble moments,
Up and down like you wanted,
My muse remains still, fragile nd still,
Unmoved and unaware of my bleeding desire,
Fingertips chase those long forgotten urges,
And I find myself wondering if you will ever wake,
If only to find me where you left me,
You're still there. Stuck. Bound.
Clouded glass eyes look through me as I move over your form,
Looking for something, anything. A breath?
A sign you know that I'm here.
But you don't want to know.
You don't want to entertain the idea.
But then you remember......
Up and down like you wanted,
My muse remains still, fragile nd still,
Unmoved and unaware of my bleeding desire,
Fingertips chase those long forgotten urges,
And I find myself wondering if you will ever wake,
If only to find me where you left me,
You're still there. Stuck. Bound.
Clouded glass eyes look through me as I move over your form,
Looking for something, anything. A breath?
A sign you know that I'm here.
But you don't want to know.
You don't want to entertain the idea.
But then you remember......
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Jul 2014 11:29pm
31st Jul 2014 11:29pm
I'm still missing you
I still can't quite force my body,
To fill the space you left between my sheets,
I know in my head that I shouldn't want you back,
But the goosebumps that appear on my skin at the utterance of your name,
Continue to betray me,
To fill the space you left between my sheets,
I know in my head that I shouldn't want you back,
But the goosebumps that appear on my skin at the utterance of your name,
Continue to betray me,
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Jul 2014 8:36pm
13th Jul 2014 8:36pm
even though there is light there will always be a shadow
whats the point?
594 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Jul 2014 1:54pm
12th Jul 2014 1:54pm
Oh who cares
Don't talk to me about fucking love,
Do you even know what it is?
Don't you know what it's like to lay in bed at night,
Rocking your thoughts
Back and fourth
Replaying those beautiful moments over and over
And you do the same with the tragic ones
But they stick for longer
Don't even try to say you loved me
You felt me
There was always a difference
You craved me, yes you wanted me, but didn't love me
You left when I got pregnant
You fucking left me
I was sat crying on the bathroom floor
Slicing open my thighs with a razor
And...
Do you even know what it is?
Don't you know what it's like to lay in bed at night,
Rocking your thoughts
Back and fourth
Replaying those beautiful moments over and over
And you do the same with the tragic ones
But they stick for longer
Don't even try to say you loved me
You felt me
There was always a difference
You craved me, yes you wanted me, but didn't love me
You left when I got pregnant
You fucking left me
I was sat crying on the bathroom floor
Slicing open my thighs with a razor
And...
636 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
6th Jul 2014 11:08pm
6th Jul 2014 11:08pm
My baby died
Abortions.
Everyone made out like they were so easy
So simple.
No one tells you that your decision becomes a ghost.
No one tells you that you love your child.
The pain of wanting to protect it.
And then the pain of murdering it.
Murdering him.
My baby boy.
Everyone made out like they were so easy
So simple.
No one tells you that your decision becomes a ghost.
No one tells you that you love your child.
The pain of wanting to protect it.
And then the pain of murdering it.
Murdering him.
My baby boy.
593 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
27th Jun 2014 10:53pm
27th Jun 2014 10:53pm
Who's actually gonna read this? Show of hands?
738 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Jun 2014 10:26pm
27th Jun 2014 10:26pm
Piss off
You know why I do what I do?
I let boys hit me instead of hurting myself.
Sex to me is a way of self harm.
It hurts more.
I let boys hit me instead of hurting myself.
Sex to me is a way of self harm.
It hurts more.
610 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2014 5:11pm
22nd Jun 2014 5:11pm
Cyanide and Love sick musings
You spit out the words close to my little ear,
Like you want it to mean something,
But you know it doesn't,
You trickle down my spine with every syllable,
Every utterance becoming part of me,
And you claim my soul,
I cling onto the thought of you and your false love,
I cling with my teeth, and the pressured white of my fingers,
And you claim my mind,
You've poisoned me and what's worse is I let you,
I didn't understand what you could do,
But it will always come to this,
In the end
Like you want it to mean something,
But you know it doesn't,
You trickle down my spine with every syllable,
Every utterance becoming part of me,
And you claim my soul,
I cling onto the thought of you and your false love,
I cling with my teeth, and the pressured white of my fingers,
And you claim my mind,
You've poisoned me and what's worse is I let you,
I didn't understand what you could do,
But it will always come to this,
In the end
571 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Jun 2014 11:29am
20th Jun 2014 11:29am
Killer
Fingertips brush against electric thoughts
Impaling my could-have-beens
I saunter towards my cowardly killer
And kiss the space he left in my bed
I fall back into my could-have-beens
As I stumble into a transe...yes
He does want! he does want! he does want!
Me
To belong to him
I allow myself to trickle down his mind
And rest in the spaces inbetween the others
I knew it would come to this, but don't despair
I devote myself to my killer beyond compare
Impaling my could-have-beens
I saunter towards my cowardly killer
And kiss the space he left in my bed
I fall back into my could-have-beens
As I stumble into a transe...yes
He does want! he does want! he does want!
Me
To belong to him
I allow myself to trickle down his mind
And rest in the spaces inbetween the others
I knew it would come to this, but don't despair
I devote myself to my killer beyond compare
629 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Jun 2014 10:56pm
19th Jun 2014 10:56pm
Six Words
The hollow hell
Of your exit
Of your exit
612 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Jun 2014 4:33pm
16th Jun 2014 4:33pm
Click
The soft click of the door is what makes my heart go.
It's the click that tells me what you're thinking
The mornings are hardest
I won't do it tonight
I won't let him control me
And then the blanket of regret covers the sky
And the sanctuary of the sun disintergrates
And I'm left alone, without choice
I'm not strong enough to walk away
And the door clicks as you saunter towards me
Removing shirt, belt, pants...
And you step before me as I remove my skin
and step into your web of "Let's fuck a whore"
And you do
My...
It's the click that tells me what you're thinking
The mornings are hardest
I won't do it tonight
I won't let him control me
And then the blanket of regret covers the sky
And the sanctuary of the sun disintergrates
And I'm left alone, without choice
I'm not strong enough to walk away
And the door clicks as you saunter towards me
Removing shirt, belt, pants...
And you step before me as I remove my skin
and step into your web of "Let's fuck a whore"
And you do
My...
790 reads
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