Submissions by miciela
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
11th Jul 2013 2:11pm
11th Jul 2013 2:11pm
.of crosses and bread.
God said I was built for higher altars
for callings other than
savior—-
humility springs faith eternal,
maybe I will finally be unburdened
by this cross of love; I bear
wittness to
heart and hand grasping,
as if by reflex,
perplexed to the nature of touch;
surrendered
There is lesson in my lips,
leven in hips made to battle
the demons; from infancy
we are taught
to serve.
He spoke and said
there are beasts of Babylon
writhing; within me
God said there is Mecca,
holy land promised,
salvation,...
for callings other than
savior—-
humility springs faith eternal,
maybe I will finally be unburdened
by this cross of love; I bear
wittness to
heart and hand grasping,
as if by reflex,
perplexed to the nature of touch;
surrendered
There is lesson in my lips,
leven in hips made to battle
the demons; from infancy
we are taught
to serve.
He spoke and said
there are beasts of Babylon
writhing; within me
God said there is Mecca,
holy land promised,
salvation,...
631 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th May 2013 7:21pm
17th May 2013 7:21pm
.time.zoned.
I want you;
zoned.
in and out of time,
can be like nerve endings
sadly, served cold.
Okay,
so I’m a little nervous
don’t let the sashay fool;
hardy hands that hide
in kangaroo pockets
eyes lined behind figure 8 aviator lens
anxious to tilt the pendulum
in my favor.
Forgive me,
but all I want is 4 hours
to trespass rooftops
glancing over at the oceans
on the other side of your walls.
That was forward,
I meant 4 hours to figure out why
you can be so much rose water
and why...
zoned.
in and out of time,
can be like nerve endings
sadly, served cold.
Okay,
so I’m a little nervous
don’t let the sashay fool;
hardy hands that hide
in kangaroo pockets
eyes lined behind figure 8 aviator lens
anxious to tilt the pendulum
in my favor.
Forgive me,
but all I want is 4 hours
to trespass rooftops
glancing over at the oceans
on the other side of your walls.
That was forward,
I meant 4 hours to figure out why
you can be so much rose water
and why...
990 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th May 2013 6:42pm
15th May 2013 6:42pm
.of soot, and sand.
Too conscious of the quiet;
like ghosts,
the night robbed all of the blue from this room,
intrudes with narrowed eyes
and talons fingering my chest bone,
tracing the shape of desire
with outstreched palm.
So much is revealed
in the heavy black,
black alleyways of my aching body,
so much silence; lies
contorted,
with only air for tears.
like ghosts,
the night robbed all of the blue from this room,
intrudes with narrowed eyes
and talons fingering my chest bone,
tracing the shape of desire
with outstreched palm.
So much is revealed
in the heavy black,
black alleyways of my aching body,
so much silence; lies
contorted,
with only air for tears.
790 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th May 2013 4:21pm
15th May 2013 4:21pm
.morning.
you crashed into my journal,
'in the temple of my familiar',
all juniper,
salacious and saffron,
basquine,
clad in nothing but tidal force,
bearing truth seeking missile.
You must know,
you have a mouth fit for roses,
and there is ancient fibonacci sequined
in the pentameter of your spine.
'in the temple of my familiar',
all juniper,
salacious and saffron,
basquine,
clad in nothing but tidal force,
bearing truth seeking missile.
You must know,
you have a mouth fit for roses,
and there is ancient fibonacci sequined
in the pentameter of your spine.
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th May 2013 9:07pm
14th May 2013 9:07pm
sunday, before morning.
I sat there, Stella in hand...
you looked at me,
eyes full of religion.
You stroked my hand beneath the table
as you exchanged plesantries with the floor manager,
you stroked the top of my hand,
traced my fingers,
my wrist
releasing a tender femininity
light like dawn breeze
lifting [me] off the ocean
I closed my eyes.
I closed my eyes
and tasted the salt of your mouth
you looked at me,
eyes full of religion.
You stroked my hand beneath the table
as you exchanged plesantries with the floor manager,
you stroked the top of my hand,
traced my fingers,
my wrist
releasing a tender femininity
light like dawn breeze
lifting [me] off the ocean
I closed my eyes.
I closed my eyes
and tasted the salt of your mouth
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th May 2013 9:05pm
14th May 2013 9:05pm
curtain.call
hope heaven helps them.
helps them forget that their skin,
will always remember
the larseny of longing,
the curtain call that fades to black,
black evenings spent alone in his room,
with nothing to show for this desire
but the show itself
he reliquishes the ink,
yet covers the pink of his soul
with with her lips.
helps them forget that their skin,
will always remember
the larseny of longing,
the curtain call that fades to black,
black evenings spent alone in his room,
with nothing to show for this desire
but the show itself
he reliquishes the ink,
yet covers the pink of his soul
with with her lips.
635 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
8th May 2013 3:26pm
8th May 2013 3:26pm
Subterfuge
Masked;
warm felted leather
laced up; tightly
inhaling seconds worth of air
brushed softly,
dusting up firmly planted legs
hips width apart
tide turning oceans crest into bodies of revelry
rebeliously,
the room overcomes the scent of timid jasmine blooms
a slave to the oak,
leather,
and steely cool of desire
bowing to the soft sting of tempestous ardor,
devoured,
cowering in desperation
acquiescing to the burgeoning beckon
resonating between every coveted call to the senses
to taste...
suspense is in season...
warm felted leather
laced up; tightly
inhaling seconds worth of air
brushed softly,
dusting up firmly planted legs
hips width apart
tide turning oceans crest into bodies of revelry
rebeliously,
the room overcomes the scent of timid jasmine blooms
a slave to the oak,
leather,
and steely cool of desire
bowing to the soft sting of tempestous ardor,
devoured,
cowering in desperation
acquiescing to the burgeoning beckon
resonating between every coveted call to the senses
to taste...
suspense is in season...
688 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th May 2013 2:34pm
8th May 2013 2:34pm
.gnissik.
Kisses, never do what they’re meant to
What they’re meaning to—lean into
And out,
of forward embraces
Free falling
Falling freely in love with
You.
And it's you,
Not the man in the mirror,
Mirroring shards of broken persona
That personally predicts that path
That propels itself into sordid spirals
spiraling
outwardly
downward
to a
grinding
push-start
then
stop-start
-ing
me up again
and again,
I’ve lent you the keys to this vehicle
knowing good and well that you don’t...
What they’re meaning to—lean into
And out,
of forward embraces
Free falling
Falling freely in love with
You.
And it's you,
Not the man in the mirror,
Mirroring shards of broken persona
That personally predicts that path
That propels itself into sordid spirals
spiraling
outwardly
downward
to a
grinding
push-start
then
stop-start
-ing
me up again
and again,
I’ve lent you the keys to this vehicle
knowing good and well that you don’t...
867 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th May 2013 3:52am
8th May 2013 3:52am
Tempest
Word endings;
Madness
I can bottle the sands of time (spent)
Hearts lent;
In debt
From [Sorry I’m] Late fees.
Lately,
The smell of summer trees
Fogs my current state of apathy
Aptly;
It’s raining
So the heavens cry for me
Staccato; your stilettos
Echo
Goodbyes
In syncopation,
I am released.
You are as beautiful as a tempest
Crashing through the ocean waves
Loving the earth; in your way,
this is love,
clawing my heart with
sweet passionate destruction.
Madness
I can bottle the sands of time (spent)
Hearts lent;
In debt
From [Sorry I’m] Late fees.
Lately,
The smell of summer trees
Fogs my current state of apathy
Aptly;
It’s raining
So the heavens cry for me
Staccato; your stilettos
Echo
Goodbyes
In syncopation,
I am released.
You are as beautiful as a tempest
Crashing through the ocean waves
Loving the earth; in your way,
this is love,
clawing my heart with
sweet passionate destruction.
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SELF POEM
Published
8th May 2013 3:43am
8th May 2013 3:43am
The Massacre
Sometimes,
I wonder what they all must think of me.
Sometimes,
I wonder if I can face hearing
the sound of splitting glass,
raining on tender skin
as they each describe the massacre
the mending
the brutal disasters we lived; like paupers,
distressed,
lost and found
wanting,
everything
and loving nothing purer
than this sin.
I wonder,
If I could see the light
Though such darkness,
If the sooty sound
Of pain,
Would go down
Raw, bleeding throats
As easy as this.
I wonder what they all must think of me.
Sometimes,
I wonder if I can face hearing
the sound of splitting glass,
raining on tender skin
as they each describe the massacre
the mending
the brutal disasters we lived; like paupers,
distressed,
lost and found
wanting,
everything
and loving nothing purer
than this sin.
I wonder,
If I could see the light
Though such darkness,
If the sooty sound
Of pain,
Would go down
Raw, bleeding throats
As easy as this.
740 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th May 2013 5:37pm
7th May 2013 5:37pm
Kemi's Song
Standing,
legs holding back
the floodgates,
she girds the oceans
with tender heart
and undulating hip
the poet in the window
doe eyed like sweet seduction
brightly painted; fingertips
make
heaven cry
angelic tears
with larksong for lips
perchance she be poem
personified
kiss
by
kiss
by
kiss
legs holding back
the floodgates,
she girds the oceans
with tender heart
and undulating hip
the poet in the window
doe eyed like sweet seduction
brightly painted; fingertips
make
heaven cry
angelic tears
with larksong for lips
perchance she be poem
personified
kiss
by
kiss
by
kiss
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th May 2013 4:09pm
7th May 2013 4:09pm
Pusher
Red pill,
blue pill
the serenity from the sex
will
be the death of me.
And I--
ain’t
yo’
pusher babe
all this hungering,
clawing for the divinity
bequeathed upon waistlines
defined
as composite numerical signs
mi madre gave birth to lips that sing
under rain showers
and soft slender fingers
playing harmonious sound for hours
this music bestoweth power
and it surrounds strong
sun kissed bodies like breath.
Take your loveless,
pathless pathos
and...
blue pill
the serenity from the sex
will
be the death of me.
And I--
ain’t
yo’
pusher babe
all this hungering,
clawing for the divinity
bequeathed upon waistlines
defined
as composite numerical signs
mi madre gave birth to lips that sing
under rain showers
and soft slender fingers
playing harmonious sound for hours
this music bestoweth power
and it surrounds strong
sun kissed bodies like breath.
Take your loveless,
pathless pathos
and...
913 reads
5 Comments
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