Submissions by lintuoc
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2013 9:56pm
23rd Mar 2013 9:56pm
Microcosm (A bad day)
I’m suffering from terrible pain since diner,
When, on the cheese grater, I scratched my finger.
There, on the metal spikes, my finger I pealed,
And from my thumb’s slashed skin, the blood pearled.
So I am now enduring terrible misery,
As my thumb is swollen from this horrible injury,
And this gash puts me in such a distress,
That I wrote this grave poem; it’s a bitter success.
When, on the cheese grater, I scratched my finger.
There, on the metal spikes, my finger I pealed,
And from my thumb’s slashed skin, the blood pearled.
So I am now enduring terrible misery,
As my thumb is swollen from this horrible injury,
And this gash puts me in such a distress,
That I wrote this grave poem; it’s a bitter success.
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Mar 2013 3:58am
21st Mar 2013 3:58am
I too, am a girl
I’m in love with a girl I saw, nameless.
I wish I could tell the world I love a girl,
Tell her…
Baby bird, you look so sweet, so shy,
Look at me…
I want to see your beautiful face,
Your smile, your lips, that pink, small shy mouth.
I want to hear your voice, the smooth sharp words,
The tones, like waves,
And melt within those thoughts
Expressed.
Kitten, I’m in love with you,
Don’t you see? Don’t you feel?
Smile for me, laugh with me,
Tell me all about those boys you love
Have loved, would love
The ones...
I wish I could tell the world I love a girl,
Tell her…
Baby bird, you look so sweet, so shy,
Look at me…
I want to see your beautiful face,
Your smile, your lips, that pink, small shy mouth.
I want to hear your voice, the smooth sharp words,
The tones, like waves,
And melt within those thoughts
Expressed.
Kitten, I’m in love with you,
Don’t you see? Don’t you feel?
Smile for me, laugh with me,
Tell me all about those boys you love
Have loved, would love
The ones...
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2012 3:04am
23rd Apr 2012 3:04am
The Truth
I try to keep my heart
Away, hidden, folded, and tucked
Neatly in a mental desk drawer,
Far from my thoughts, my soul.
But, on days like these,
Where the burning world hurts our ears
And the weather scorches skin,
I can’t help it: pulling it out, stealing a glance.
A flash. An image. A soft rounded red shape.
With smooth scares almost healed from past storms,
Lost friendships and unforgettable broken love.
And while I look, your voice soothes it, yet makes it bleed,
As you, your eyes, your soul, are leaving, and my heart,...
Away, hidden, folded, and tucked
Neatly in a mental desk drawer,
Far from my thoughts, my soul.
But, on days like these,
Where the burning world hurts our ears
And the weather scorches skin,
I can’t help it: pulling it out, stealing a glance.
A flash. An image. A soft rounded red shape.
With smooth scares almost healed from past storms,
Lost friendships and unforgettable broken love.
And while I look, your voice soothes it, yet makes it bleed,
As you, your eyes, your soul, are leaving, and my heart,...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2012 4:45am
23rd Mar 2012 4:45am
Oral
First, your hair,
Thick and curly,
Ruff yet soft,
Almost crisp to the touch,
And sharp to the sound.
I flirt with my fingers,
Run my pinky along the skin,
Place my hand at the bottom
Then slip it into my mouth.
The ups and downs, so smooth and soft,
My lips tight gliding along its length,
And my tongue swirling at its tip.
And suddenly, I understand,
I’m not scared anymore,
And I feel reconciled
With you body, your sex.
I’m surprised by how easy it is,
The warmth of it in my mouth,
Not hard but not soft,...
Thick and curly,
Ruff yet soft,
Almost crisp to the touch,
And sharp to the sound.
I flirt with my fingers,
Run my pinky along the skin,
Place my hand at the bottom
Then slip it into my mouth.
The ups and downs, so smooth and soft,
My lips tight gliding along its length,
And my tongue swirling at its tip.
And suddenly, I understand,
I’m not scared anymore,
And I feel reconciled
With you body, your sex.
I’m surprised by how easy it is,
The warmth of it in my mouth,
Not hard but not soft,...
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ANGER POEM
Published
17th Mar 2012 10:17pm
17th Mar 2012 10:17pm
Because of an urge
The daughter,
Only two years old,
Growing up in a prison cell because he stole her childhood.
And since no one taught her to laugh, to dance, to sing,
She doesn’t dream.
So her eyes are dull.
The mother was raped by the man and is to serve a twelve-year sentence,
For adultery.
Only nineteen but she cries a lot, her hopes, her life,
Destroyed by that man.
But the mother’s strong.
For her honor, she will marry the one who raped her,
For her daughter, she will suffer through life with a man she loathes.
Yet the mother’s weak,...
Only two years old,
Growing up in a prison cell because he stole her childhood.
And since no one taught her to laugh, to dance, to sing,
She doesn’t dream.
So her eyes are dull.
The mother was raped by the man and is to serve a twelve-year sentence,
For adultery.
Only nineteen but she cries a lot, her hopes, her life,
Destroyed by that man.
But the mother’s strong.
For her honor, she will marry the one who raped her,
For her daughter, she will suffer through life with a man she loathes.
Yet the mother’s weak,...
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ANGER POEM
Published
17th Mar 2012 10:17pm
17th Mar 2012 10:17pm
Under Orders
They were under orders,
this excuse,
to unleash human madness.
Men, all identical, treaded over the city,
to murder, rape, and slaughter Us.
Could it ever be justified?
We fight for our convictions,
how ever wrong or right they may be,
But never should children pay,
the price of insanity.
Them, the future, the young ones,
unable to protect themselves,
to grasp the reasons for it all,
To know why they were still alive.
Why?
When she had looked up,
To that soldier,
The black metal pointed to her face,
And in...
this excuse,
to unleash human madness.
Men, all identical, treaded over the city,
to murder, rape, and slaughter Us.
Could it ever be justified?
We fight for our convictions,
how ever wrong or right they may be,
But never should children pay,
the price of insanity.
Them, the future, the young ones,
unable to protect themselves,
to grasp the reasons for it all,
To know why they were still alive.
Why?
When she had looked up,
To that soldier,
The black metal pointed to her face,
And in...
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Mar 2012 3:08am
16th Mar 2012 3:08am
Sorrow
Outside the clouds,
The water drips,
Tracing those concentric circles,
On the wooden boards of the balcony.
The wind cries and sings,
Violent yet gentle songs:
Like those of my soul for yours.
Because soon,
You’ll be only a shadow of your old self,
One living in my heart and in those eternal yet fading memories
Always remembered in a timeless corner of my mind.
Inside, on my body,
The water runs, soft and unending,
A warmth from the cold metal showerhead,
Opposing time, in little rivers that trace the lines and curves.
My eyes...
The water drips,
Tracing those concentric circles,
On the wooden boards of the balcony.
The wind cries and sings,
Violent yet gentle songs:
Like those of my soul for yours.
Because soon,
You’ll be only a shadow of your old self,
One living in my heart and in those eternal yet fading memories
Always remembered in a timeless corner of my mind.
Inside, on my body,
The water runs, soft and unending,
A warmth from the cold metal showerhead,
Opposing time, in little rivers that trace the lines and curves.
My eyes...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Mar 2012 2:25am
11th Mar 2012 2:25am
Focus
The house is quiet, empty.
And we know we’re lucky:
Today we won’t have to be quiet,
Within our pleasure.
We only have a few minutes,
To satisfy each other,
But already we’re breathless,
From laughing and being together,
From stepping into your room and remembering all the other times when…
Standing,
You hold me to you,
Head tilted forward,
Forehead against mine,
Eyes closed.
I can feel your breath against my lips.
Our game is to hold that way, as long as we can,
Without giving in to kissing.
And...
And we know we’re lucky:
Today we won’t have to be quiet,
Within our pleasure.
We only have a few minutes,
To satisfy each other,
But already we’re breathless,
From laughing and being together,
From stepping into your room and remembering all the other times when…
Standing,
You hold me to you,
Head tilted forward,
Forehead against mine,
Eyes closed.
I can feel your breath against my lips.
Our game is to hold that way, as long as we can,
Without giving in to kissing.
And...
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