Submissions by kmaaay (KMAY)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
STORY POEM
Published
28th Jan 2013 8:02am
28th Jan 2013 8:02am
Song Bird.
We'll never know what a song bird sings,
Never feel the soft feathers beneath its wings.
What if his song was more a cry,
A plead, a need, a longing for the sky.
We'll never know what the song bird sings as he cries for uncaged freedom to another blossoming spring.
Never feel the soft feathers beneath its wings.
What if his song was more a cry,
A plead, a need, a longing for the sky.
We'll never know what the song bird sings as he cries for uncaged freedom to another blossoming spring.
653 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jan 2013 7:40am
28th Jan 2013 7:40am
Before.
We shared thousands of sickly kisses,
Rich in a despair of hits and misses.
For better for worse,
Pennies poor short of the curse.
Your breath is remorse of a forced desire,
An untouched heart beat still available for hire.
The comfortable silence feels all to safe,
As we deny meaningful words lying awake.
Rich in a despair of hits and misses.
For better for worse,
Pennies poor short of the curse.
Your breath is remorse of a forced desire,
An untouched heart beat still available for hire.
The comfortable silence feels all to safe,
As we deny meaningful words lying awake.
617 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
27th Jan 2013 8:50am
27th Jan 2013 8:50am
You don't want him.
Hah, you're not sad,
Don't pretend you are.
You don't miss him one bit,
Continue to drink your liqueur.
You don't want his love or time,
Don't wish upon a star.
Your happiness isn't at all suppressed,
Your vagina is just depressed.
Don't pretend you are.
You don't miss him one bit,
Continue to drink your liqueur.
You don't want his love or time,
Don't wish upon a star.
Your happiness isn't at all suppressed,
Your vagina is just depressed.
867 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Jan 2013 00:43am
27th Jan 2013 00:43am
Daily
Headbands of windflowers,
And pine cone pendants.
Dreams of Paris,
And a reality to defend it.
And pine cone pendants.
Dreams of Paris,
And a reality to defend it.
660 reads
5 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
27th Jan 2013 00:25am
27th Jan 2013 00:25am
Recurring Nights.
Big pupils and tired eyes,
A combination of artificial divide.
The longing of a good nights sleep,
Is ignored by a substance more elite.
Another nights thrill to complete,
Ashamedly taunts, a shameless defeat.
A combination of artificial divide.
The longing of a good nights sleep,
Is ignored by a substance more elite.
Another nights thrill to complete,
Ashamedly taunts, a shameless defeat.
912 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jan 2013 12:56pm
26th Jan 2013 12:56pm
Wishful Summer
We'll spend the summer cool beneath our favourite tree,
Taking turns lying on each others knees.
We'll watch the flowers grow and the clouds roll past
And tomorrow think about completing todays tasks.
As the nights grow warm, so will our hearts,
The sweat of love will plague our bodies parts.
Under our tree is where you'll find us kiss,
Upon the grass we'll exchange a promise.
Of blushed cheeks and pounding heart beats, of eyes gazing a thousand times over, our hands touching with intentions so sober.
Constellations of stars stuck...
Taking turns lying on each others knees.
We'll watch the flowers grow and the clouds roll past
And tomorrow think about completing todays tasks.
As the nights grow warm, so will our hearts,
The sweat of love will plague our bodies parts.
Under our tree is where you'll find us kiss,
Upon the grass we'll exchange a promise.
Of blushed cheeks and pounding heart beats, of eyes gazing a thousand times over, our hands touching with intentions so sober.
Constellations of stars stuck...
635 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jan 2013 12:45pm
26th Jan 2013 12:45pm
About her.
Do you think about her?
As much as you think about me?
Because I was under the impression,
As if you were to keep guessing.
That it was solely my neck that you caressed.
But I was only in a position to be undressed.
A sorrowed lust, rushed to your fingertips.
That seem to move faster than your quivering lips.
Only to succumb to the suggestion of your hips,
As you tell another girl "you've missed this"
As much as you think about me?
Because I was under the impression,
As if you were to keep guessing.
That it was solely my neck that you caressed.
But I was only in a position to be undressed.
A sorrowed lust, rushed to your fingertips.
That seem to move faster than your quivering lips.
Only to succumb to the suggestion of your hips,
As you tell another girl "you've missed this"
889 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jan 2013 7:04am
25th Jan 2013 7:04am
Worth It?
Ivory skin, about 95 a pound.
Stained of old abrasions and some new found,
Relief, I was almost going to do it.
But I overheard your thoughts, loudly and fluid.
"The cuts were worth it, but you weren't worth it at all"
Stained of old abrasions and some new found,
Relief, I was almost going to do it.
But I overheard your thoughts, loudly and fluid.
"The cuts were worth it, but you weren't worth it at all"
604 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Jan 2013 6:09am
25th Jan 2013 6:09am
Untitled.
The only sex I had even known was intimate, passionate, a desire mutual of both.
But when eliminated, what is sex? Is it even sex? And why is it that the lust of one, can drive a human to forcefully commit such a gallant act habitually shared between two.
Amid an undignified duty and a conceptual blur, victims of lusts education can dare to rebel the divisions adhered, apiece we disregard and merely conform to three acts, love, sex and rape.
It’s funny how the concepts of words become so much clearer when the definition is all you so badly crave.
Because I never really...
But when eliminated, what is sex? Is it even sex? And why is it that the lust of one, can drive a human to forcefully commit such a gallant act habitually shared between two.
Amid an undignified duty and a conceptual blur, victims of lusts education can dare to rebel the divisions adhered, apiece we disregard and merely conform to three acts, love, sex and rape.
It’s funny how the concepts of words become so much clearer when the definition is all you so badly crave.
Because I never really...
738 reads
4 Comments
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