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.
EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Jun 2014 3:56pm
16th Jun 2014 3:56pm
Sexual Rambling 002
I crawl and writhe
"more" I whisper "take me higher"
and you carry me
Into new spaces with new doors
And we move together
Into every room and every depth
Reverting back to the human instincts we forgot
Thrusts and buckles
I cry out, it's too much
You press on
Thrusting, moving, carrying
Stripping me of everything
And making me scream
You whisper my name
It rolls of your tonue with such coolness
It sends electricity down my spine
Down my sex
And to my toes
Letting me know who I am
As I fall back to...
"more" I whisper "take me higher"
and you carry me
Into new spaces with new doors
And we move together
Into every room and every depth
Reverting back to the human instincts we forgot
Thrusts and buckles
I cry out, it's too much
You press on
Thrusting, moving, carrying
Stripping me of everything
And making me scream
You whisper my name
It rolls of your tonue with such coolness
It sends electricity down my spine
Down my sex
And to my toes
Letting me know who I am
As I fall back to...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Jun 2014 8:26am
16th Jun 2014 8:26am
My corner
I keep trying
To force together strings of
Cyanide drenched words
About something or other
To do with hating you
But I just can't
I lay here
In my corner
Every fucking night
I sit and play sad songs on my guitar
Hoping to make myself hate you
But I just can't
You saved me
Not from anything big or scary
You didn't kill a lion
You made me stand up for myself for the first time
Even if it was against you
Some days I can get by
And I can go on
And I can make a cup of coffee
And walk out the door and be brave ...
To force together strings of
Cyanide drenched words
About something or other
To do with hating you
But I just can't
I lay here
In my corner
Every fucking night
I sit and play sad songs on my guitar
Hoping to make myself hate you
But I just can't
You saved me
Not from anything big or scary
You didn't kill a lion
You made me stand up for myself for the first time
Even if it was against you
Some days I can get by
And I can go on
And I can make a cup of coffee
And walk out the door and be brave ...
634 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Jun 2014 9:06pm
13th Jun 2014 9:06pm
The butchering
My skin still burns,
Perfect imprint of your hand,
Where you gently carved your way,
Into my flesh,
Beneath my skin,
Into where you could hide away,
Your cravings and desires,
It still burns,
You entered like a fish hook,
Oh so smooth. Easy.
And left like one too,
Leaving a trail of flames,
And so much pain,
Revealing your secrets,
And pouring out mine,
Like the wa you slit my throat,
And out came my lies and sins,
Into a time of losing everything.
Perfect imprint of your hand,
Where you gently carved your way,
Into my flesh,
Beneath my skin,
Into where you could hide away,
Your cravings and desires,
It still burns,
You entered like a fish hook,
Oh so smooth. Easy.
And left like one too,
Leaving a trail of flames,
And so much pain,
Revealing your secrets,
And pouring out mine,
Like the wa you slit my throat,
And out came my lies and sins,
Into a time of losing everything.
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jun 2014 4:15pm
12th Jun 2014 4:15pm
Catharsism II
Darling, let's be honest,
This poem's full of lies,
I miss you,
Well I wish I missed you,
I loved you,
That at least is true,
Darling you know I used to,
But between the sheets,
Doused in lies and blood,
(touch wood)
I won't have to miss you again,
I won't have to force my bones to hold,
What I begged myself to let go,
I hope you choke,
On my lips,
Dripped in the napalm,
You laced your love with.
This poem's full of lies,
I miss you,
Well I wish I missed you,
I loved you,
That at least is true,
Darling you know I used to,
But between the sheets,
Doused in lies and blood,
(touch wood)
I won't have to miss you again,
I won't have to force my bones to hold,
What I begged myself to let go,
I hope you choke,
On my lips,
Dripped in the napalm,
You laced your love with.
467 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jun 2014 7:23pm
7th Jun 2014 7:23pm
Catharsism
don't look at me like that
Please, I will beg,
Please don't look at me like that
I know what that look means
You creep and prowl
Weave your web before my feet
That look temps me
Again and again to step forward
Into you web of discontent
And voids of hate
I just want time to mull it over
but the decision is now or never
How can I turn back without you?
How can I go on with you?
I know what you want, you've taken it before
But I contemplate
And you wait
Knowing with your evil grin
Your bent eyes
That I will make the...
Please, I will beg,
Please don't look at me like that
I know what that look means
You creep and prowl
Weave your web before my feet
That look temps me
Again and again to step forward
Into you web of discontent
And voids of hate
I just want time to mull it over
but the decision is now or never
How can I turn back without you?
How can I go on with you?
I know what you want, you've taken it before
But I contemplate
And you wait
Knowing with your evil grin
Your bent eyes
That I will make the...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Jun 2014 11:47am
7th Jun 2014 11:47am
Look at the ghost your sex made
I miss your possession
I thought I could do better,
I thought giving up your ghost
Would bring me back from the dead
But now I'm a shadow
Hiding in the closet
Where all my mistakes are kept
I wish you were here again
But the way I threw you away
Like I didn't even care
I did darling
I promise
I miss the whispers
And the caresses
I miss the tongues
The teeth
The lips
That made me love you
And gave me what I found to be
The ghost of you and me
*Footnote- This is going in the erotic section, not the normal...
I thought I could do better,
I thought giving up your ghost
Would bring me back from the dead
But now I'm a shadow
Hiding in the closet
Where all my mistakes are kept
I wish you were here again
But the way I threw you away
Like I didn't even care
I did darling
I promise
I miss the whispers
And the caresses
I miss the tongues
The teeth
The lips
That made me love you
And gave me what I found to be
The ghost of you and me
*Footnote- This is going in the erotic section, not the normal...
822 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Jun 2014 11:05pm
5th Jun 2014 11:05pm
I tried to write again (all that came from my pen was you)
It hurts
How you wear a mask
Of pretend caring
And false interest
And then when it's over
You're gone.
How you peel back your skin
Revealing bone
Creating hollow spaces
In my bed
Every night
Every fucking night
before you even let me touch you
Every minute skin brush
Like you're scared
Someone will find
My marks there one day
You crawl backwards in your mind
And hide your real thoughts there
So long as my fingers
Do as you command
There's no real problem
Is there?
It's no harm done
If you get a...
How you wear a mask
Of pretend caring
And false interest
And then when it's over
You're gone.
How you peel back your skin
Revealing bone
Creating hollow spaces
In my bed
Every night
Every fucking night
before you even let me touch you
Every minute skin brush
Like you're scared
Someone will find
My marks there one day
You crawl backwards in your mind
And hide your real thoughts there
So long as my fingers
Do as you command
There's no real problem
Is there?
It's no harm done
If you get a...
553 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jun 2014 7:22pm
4th Jun 2014 7:22pm
I tried to rhyme again
And I'm still where you left me,
Fingers lips and head,
Surrounded by what you left me,
In my daunting lonely bed,
Your side is cold,
And I forced my bones to write,
I started this wishing you were back,
But you only come under the moon's light,
I just now wish that I were back,
But it's a large chance,
I won't ever be needed back,
Do you really need me darling?
Or is it in my head?
In the place where you leave me,
(Every night)
In my daunting lonely bed.
Fingers lips and head,
Surrounded by what you left me,
In my daunting lonely bed,
Your side is cold,
And I forced my bones to write,
I started this wishing you were back,
But you only come under the moon's light,
I just now wish that I were back,
But it's a large chance,
I won't ever be needed back,
Do you really need me darling?
Or is it in my head?
In the place where you leave me,
(Every night)
In my daunting lonely bed.
479 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2014 10:16pm
3rd Jun 2014 10:16pm
sexual rambling 001
Well I'm to go have meaningless sex
Pray I have an orgasm this time
.
.
.
Or that he loves me back, but don't tell him that of course.
Pray I have an orgasm this time
.
.
.
Or that he loves me back, but don't tell him that of course.
673 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2014 9:49pm
3rd Jun 2014 9:49pm
Like this bit's important
I'm in love with a poet,
And he's in love with a poet,
I am not a poet.
See my dilemma?
I'm in love with a lover
Who doesn't love me
Who writes about dancing
and would stand on my feet
I'm in love with a pasifist
I'm a masachist
Not as bad as my ex-anarchist
But a little worse
I think I might stop writing
Poems about you, or maybe
Not
Write me one too
And I'll see what I can do
And he's in love with a poet,
I am not a poet.
See my dilemma?
I'm in love with a lover
Who doesn't love me
Who writes about dancing
and would stand on my feet
I'm in love with a pasifist
I'm a masachist
Not as bad as my ex-anarchist
But a little worse
I think I might stop writing
Poems about you, or maybe
Not
Write me one too
And I'll see what I can do
618 reads
7 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Jun 2014 6:46pm
1st Jun 2014 6:46pm
Well I thought I meant something, obviously not, I mean it's me right? I mean nothing more than that. I hope you burn.
The way you growl my name into my shoulder
Like a primal cadence
Slithering down my spine
and resting on the back of my thighs
Powering them on
In circular motions
Pleasing your satire
Pleasing to whom I belong
You start to whisper
"I love..."
My chest rises, breath holds, body shudders
"Your body"
My chest drops,
Breath releasing in a mournful sigh
My body jerks and fucks harder
I thought so
Nothing hurts more than believing
With everything
and being convinced I meant something
For you to tear...
Like a primal cadence
Slithering down my spine
and resting on the back of my thighs
Powering them on
In circular motions
Pleasing your satire
Pleasing to whom I belong
You start to whisper
"I love..."
My chest rises, breath holds, body shudders
"Your body"
My chest drops,
Breath releasing in a mournful sigh
My body jerks and fucks harder
I thought so
Nothing hurts more than believing
With everything
and being convinced I meant something
For you to tear...
612 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st May 2014 5:31pm
31st May 2014 5:31pm
Wherefor art though David Cameron
You're ego
is bigger
than the dick
David Cameron
used
to fuck us over.
is bigger
than the dick
David Cameron
used
to fuck us over.
480 reads
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