Submissions by mileaftermile
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Aug 2012 9:26pm
8th Aug 2012 9:26pm
BEG STEAL OR BORROW
I will beg steal or borrow, just to keep you for
one more tomorrow. I don't give a fuck what
others say, we could live a life time in
that one day.
I will beg steal or borrow, rather then live a life
of sorrow. We could take a long walk before we
shower, dive deep between your legs that smell
of a flower.
I will beg steal or borrow from death, calling out
your name with my last breath. I love your eyes,
the joy of your tender thighs.
one more tomorrow. I don't give a fuck what
others say, we could live a life time in
that one day.
I will beg steal or borrow, rather then live a life
of sorrow. We could take a long walk before we
shower, dive deep between your legs that smell
of a flower.
I will beg steal or borrow from death, calling out
your name with my last breath. I love your eyes,
the joy of your tender thighs.
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Aug 2012 12:24pm
4th Aug 2012 12:24pm
LOST HOPE
The voice in my head, telling me I'm better off dead.
It will only take one bullet in a gun, that will get the
job done.
I lost all hope, why not end it all with a rope. A dark
voice saying I can jump off a bridge, maybe a rocky
ridge.
I have so many ways to end my life, I can cut myself
with a knife. I didn't know to commit suicide, it was
hard to decide.
I have so much sorrow, I don't want to put this off
till tomorrow. Hey that woman looked at with a big
smile, death can wait awhile.
It will only take one bullet in a gun, that will get the
job done.
I lost all hope, why not end it all with a rope. A dark
voice saying I can jump off a bridge, maybe a rocky
ridge.
I have so many ways to end my life, I can cut myself
with a knife. I didn't know to commit suicide, it was
hard to decide.
I have so much sorrow, I don't want to put this off
till tomorrow. Hey that woman looked at with a big
smile, death can wait awhile.
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Jul 2012 7:38pm
31st Jul 2012 7:38pm
DEAD man WALKING
I am a dead man walking among the living, existing
without hope of her forgiving. There was to much
trust lost, now forsaken at great cost. I walk around
with a blank look on my face, wishing I could just
disappear without a trace.
My sky is full of gray clouds of rain, falling like the
tears of my pain. I yearn for the sunlight, there's
nothing to keep me warm or hold me tight. I'm
a dead man walking, I speak to deaf ears when I'm
talking.
The sands of the hour glass are not in my favorable
time, for the act of deception was my crime. I...
without hope of her forgiving. There was to much
trust lost, now forsaken at great cost. I walk around
with a blank look on my face, wishing I could just
disappear without a trace.
My sky is full of gray clouds of rain, falling like the
tears of my pain. I yearn for the sunlight, there's
nothing to keep me warm or hold me tight. I'm
a dead man walking, I speak to deaf ears when I'm
talking.
The sands of the hour glass are not in my favorable
time, for the act of deception was my crime. I...
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Jul 2012 6:53pm
7th Jul 2012 6:53pm
DARK of NIGHT
In the dark of night, my soul filled with fright.
I can feel the warm wetness covering my body
as I lay in my blood and the cold of the mud.
I think its not that bad if I can still feel the pain,
then once again it starts to rain. I think of who I
have done wrong, wished I said I sorry before I'm
dead and gone.
In the dark of night, trying to make things right. I
scream and yell, I don't want to go to hell. I can
feel death now coming near, I shivered with fear.
I drank one for the road before I got in my car, I
didn't get that far from...
I can feel the warm wetness covering my body
as I lay in my blood and the cold of the mud.
I think its not that bad if I can still feel the pain,
then once again it starts to rain. I think of who I
have done wrong, wished I said I sorry before I'm
dead and gone.
In the dark of night, trying to make things right. I
scream and yell, I don't want to go to hell. I can
feel death now coming near, I shivered with fear.
I drank one for the road before I got in my car, I
didn't get that far from...
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Jul 2012 6:25pm
6th Jul 2012 6:25pm
PIGMENTATION
My identity is deeper then the pigmentation of my
Skin, there is this brown soul within.
We walk these lands forsaken, our heritage taken.
There were demons of blue eyes, bringing sickness
and death with there lies.
We worked hard under the sun, now our children
die the way of the gun.
The pigmentation of our skin is brown, on the street
dying in our blood we drown. We bury our race and
tip beers, mothers make the sign of the cross and
shed tears.
We must adapt to this new world order, or we will be
always treated like we just...
Skin, there is this brown soul within.
We walk these lands forsaken, our heritage taken.
There were demons of blue eyes, bringing sickness
and death with there lies.
We worked hard under the sun, now our children
die the way of the gun.
The pigmentation of our skin is brown, on the street
dying in our blood we drown. We bury our race and
tip beers, mothers make the sign of the cross and
shed tears.
We must adapt to this new world order, or we will be
always treated like we just...
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DARK POEM
Published
30th Jun 2012 11:43pm
30th Jun 2012 11:43pm
WORDS
These words written of a dying poet, I'm sick
and no it. My words of love and hate spoken,
poor hearts broken. The words in my head
are like dark demons of insanity, some nice
and others full of profanity.
I look back on my life, wonder why I couldn't
keep a wife. Maybe filled with to much pried,
little or none tears cried. My plea is to some
day write a beautiful book, making everyone
take a second look.
I write so many words of being forsaken, to
many lifes being taken. I want to try and write
of happiness and hope, less killing...
and no it. My words of love and hate spoken,
poor hearts broken. The words in my head
are like dark demons of insanity, some nice
and others full of profanity.
I look back on my life, wonder why I couldn't
keep a wife. Maybe filled with to much pried,
little or none tears cried. My plea is to some
day write a beautiful book, making everyone
take a second look.
I write so many words of being forsaken, to
many lifes being taken. I want to try and write
of happiness and hope, less killing...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Jun 2012 9:09pm
30th Jun 2012 9:09pm
WETNESS
My demented thoughts of lust, thirst for your wetness
is just. I taste your nectar as you lift one leg, I'm on my
kness as if to beg. I push your panties to one side, I'm
yearning to thrust my penis deep inside.
I flick your clit as you shiver, climax I will soon deliver.
You drop your panties of lace, pulling me up to your
face. We now bare in skin, let my fantasies begin. We
look into eachothers eyes for a moment brief, you
moan for relief.
I'm fully erect, with your lips there's cum you detect.
You push me to the bed on my back, then like...
is just. I taste your nectar as you lift one leg, I'm on my
kness as if to beg. I push your panties to one side, I'm
yearning to thrust my penis deep inside.
I flick your clit as you shiver, climax I will soon deliver.
You drop your panties of lace, pulling me up to your
face. We now bare in skin, let my fantasies begin. We
look into eachothers eyes for a moment brief, you
moan for relief.
I'm fully erect, with your lips there's cum you detect.
You push me to the bed on my back, then like...
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Jun 2012 4:21am
29th Jun 2012 4:21am
TEARFUL EYE
I look down to hollowed hands, another love
slipping away like grains sand
Why think of what we had I suppose, is that
the way life gose
I stand here without a dry eye, my heart hurting
like I'm about to die.
One day you will feel lonely too, when that some
one wonderful has left you too.
I'm contemplating how I want to die, feeling the
gloom with a tearful eye..
slipping away like grains sand
Why think of what we had I suppose, is that
the way life gose
I stand here without a dry eye, my heart hurting
like I'm about to die.
One day you will feel lonely too, when that some
one wonderful has left you too.
I'm contemplating how I want to die, feeling the
gloom with a tearful eye..
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EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Jun 2012 2:10am
28th Jun 2012 2:10am
PINK panties of LACE
I lay in bed and think of you in your pink panties and lace,
putting a smile on my face. My penis pulsating in my hand,
I grab for the lotion on the nightstand.
My hips move in lust, as my manhood feels like it's about to
bust. My mind wonders off as I moan of 69, how you taste
of a vintage wine. The pleasured you swallowed, then your
wet pussy followed.
The movement of your sensual hips, you taste your nectar
on my lips.Yern my pink panties and lace desire, next time
I hope she wears red lace and lights my fire. I relieve myself
of all...
putting a smile on my face. My penis pulsating in my hand,
I grab for the lotion on the nightstand.
My hips move in lust, as my manhood feels like it's about to
bust. My mind wonders off as I moan of 69, how you taste
of a vintage wine. The pleasured you swallowed, then your
wet pussy followed.
The movement of your sensual hips, you taste your nectar
on my lips.Yern my pink panties and lace desire, next time
I hope she wears red lace and lights my fire. I relieve myself
of all...
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