Submissions by miss_masturbation (Ava Renei)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i hurt, therefore i am
EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Feb 2011 00:07am
9th Feb 2011 00:07am
Drowsy Waters
I am a character, quiet with little bones
And I find myself wondering what it must feel like to burn.
I hear everything from the moans e c h o i n g around my chest to the soft sound of yourpalms on my flesh
Then I see your face and all its beauty between my thighs,
I want to be e m p t i e d and s l e e p y with this new scent of you.
I pretend that my heart doesn't beat three times faster or six times s l o w e r than it's supposed to
When you're around
Because I swear I can feel the stars clinging to my ribcage..
2/7/11
And I find myself wondering what it must feel like to burn.
I hear everything from the moans e c h o i n g around my chest to the soft sound of yourpalms on my flesh
Then I see your face and all its beauty between my thighs,
I want to be e m p t i e d and s l e e p y with this new scent of you.
I pretend that my heart doesn't beat three times faster or six times s l o w e r than it's supposed to
When you're around
Because I swear I can feel the stars clinging to my ribcage..
2/7/11
1091 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Feb 2011 00:36am
8th Feb 2011 00:36am
Never Sleep Before 3 a.m.
Empty
Empty
Empty
Empty
With something thick in the middle
Sliding from side to side like a dead rat.
Hollow head and limbs
Like too many organs and not enough b o n e s.
Dead
Dead
Dead
Dead
And it only took twenty minutes
Gutted by some unimaginable spoon-
The sleeping oblivious.
2/4/11
Empty
Empty
Empty
With something thick in the middle
Sliding from side to side like a dead rat.
Hollow head and limbs
Like too many organs and not enough b o n e s.
Dead
Dead
Dead
Dead
And it only took twenty minutes
Gutted by some unimaginable spoon-
The sleeping oblivious.
2/4/11
778 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Jan 2011 00:54am
28th Jan 2011 00:54am
Summary of a She Poet
She has fingers
Ankles
Everything in between.
She cries everyday.
Perpetually,
For no reason at all.
Made of 92 pounds of metal spine,
With a pen resting in her fingers at all hours
As the rose petals plant themselves beneath the skin of her face,
Seeking solace when it is cold.
She knows no one will ever be able to understand her phrase
Or why her eyes are always closed as she mouths some unimaginable comparison.
Because she is like a bird getting closer to the fire, ready to be devoured by the world.
Ankles
Everything in between.
She cries everyday.
Perpetually,
For no reason at all.
Made of 92 pounds of metal spine,
With a pen resting in her fingers at all hours
As the rose petals plant themselves beneath the skin of her face,
Seeking solace when it is cold.
She knows no one will ever be able to understand her phrase
Or why her eyes are always closed as she mouths some unimaginable comparison.
Because she is like a bird getting closer to the fire, ready to be devoured by the world.
991 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Jan 2011 00:51am
28th Jan 2011 00:51am
dEATH OF A mETAPHOR
Why does a paper feel like so many bars
When it is supposed to be the deepest landscape
Where I could run forever
And never tire
Of words,
Phrases,
Or this image-
My insides sprawled across an off white canvas
In-between lines and
Under the influence.
1/24/11
When it is supposed to be the deepest landscape
Where I could run forever
And never tire
Of words,
Phrases,
Or this image-
My insides sprawled across an off white canvas
In-between lines and
Under the influence.
1/24/11
1019 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jan 2011 3:20am
26th Jan 2011 3:20am
Particles
I am a solid
A liquid
And a gas.
A little god
Preconceived in divine and specific structure
In existence eternally
Invisible,
But on display in everything
You love
And hate.
Science discovered me in a clumped physical state of matter
I was among one of the first revolutionary discoveries
But you took me for granted
And replaced me with the String Theory.
A liquid
And a gas.
A little god
Preconceived in divine and specific structure
In existence eternally
Invisible,
But on display in everything
You love
And hate.
Science discovered me in a clumped physical state of matter
I was among one of the first revolutionary discoveries
But you took me for granted
And replaced me with the String Theory.
952 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th Jan 2011 3:19am
26th Jan 2011 3:19am
This is How We Cry
Gut
Gut
Gut
The fish that
Has become meand
Leave my face
Facedown
On the floor where it belongs
Smashed and bruised.
Remove
My bones as cat toys
And feel it as it slips out of a
Tainted meat bag
That was my own personal deformity
All I had.
Rip
Rip
Rip
Your hooks from my mouth;
Boil
The blood that is freefalling from my face.
Broken jaw.
1/25/11
Gut
Gut
The fish that
Has become meand
Leave my face
Facedown
On the floor where it belongs
Smashed and bruised.
Remove
My bones as cat toys
And feel it as it slips out of a
Tainted meat bag
That was my own personal deformity
All I had.
Rip
Rip
Rip
Your hooks from my mouth;
Boil
The blood that is freefalling from my face.
Broken jaw.
1/25/11
774 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jan 2011 4:05am
21st Jan 2011 4:05am
To Write Your Face Across This Page
How do I write your face across this page with nothing but an 8 week old memory ?
I want to make your eyes appear
Like two green kaleidoscopes
That always knew how to say I love you
At just the right times.
But I'll never find the words..
I remember you in every shade of strawberries and cream
And peaches with cinnamon on your cheeks.
Pink roses bloomed between us
Between fingers, necks, and lips
But I only have black and white..
I want to make your eyes appear
Like two green kaleidoscopes
That always knew how to say I love you
At just the right times.
But I'll never find the words..
I remember you in every shade of strawberries and cream
And peaches with cinnamon on your cheeks.
Pink roses bloomed between us
Between fingers, necks, and lips
But I only have black and white..
961 reads
11 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
21st Jan 2011 4:03am
21st Jan 2011 4:03am
You Can Wake Up Now
You have pretended to drown in my arms
Saying my embrace was like the sea
But I'd say it was morphine cloud
From the way your jaw fell slack
And your heart slowed to an obvious white.
Saying my embrace was like the sea
But I'd say it was morphine cloud
From the way your jaw fell slack
And your heart slowed to an obvious white.
859 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
19th Jan 2011 1:33am
19th Jan 2011 1:33am
Eternal
My sex is your supernova
So the nebuli burst forth from my womb
And mother stars within my crevices.
I fondle the v i r g i n moon and
Ashamed, she turns her pale cheek.
Your black holes are my sores
Bleeding gravity.
Silent, I exhale explosions and with my fingertips,
Condense the dust into galaxies,
Spitpolishing all those pretty planets
While digging out commets from my left canthus.
My skins are the empty space
My mind, the inertia of gravity
My eyes, the many suns and stars
My mood swings,...
So the nebuli burst forth from my womb
And mother stars within my crevices.
I fondle the v i r g i n moon and
Ashamed, she turns her pale cheek.
Your black holes are my sores
Bleeding gravity.
Silent, I exhale explosions and with my fingertips,
Condense the dust into galaxies,
Spitpolishing all those pretty planets
While digging out commets from my left canthus.
My skins are the empty space
My mind, the inertia of gravity
My eyes, the many suns and stars
My mood swings,...
816 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
19th Jan 2011 1:27am
19th Jan 2011 1:27am
Acid Trips and Corporate America
The orange molds itself from the inside
It tells me that I am broken.
The mice come,
Running.
Through wormholes and portals I wait
Cutting toothpaste until finally the world isn't so grey.
The storm is speeding towards her and the clouds were never this grey
You seek a place to hide inside
But through wormholes and portals I wait.
We are a machine that is broken
Stitch us up before the blood stops running.
Now your gGod is telling me to come..
"Come"
He is just a spot of anonymous grey
Running.
Inside his...
It tells me that I am broken.
The mice come,
Running.
Through wormholes and portals I wait
Cutting toothpaste until finally the world isn't so grey.
The storm is speeding towards her and the clouds were never this grey
You seek a place to hide inside
But through wormholes and portals I wait.
We are a machine that is broken
Stitch us up before the blood stops running.
Now your gGod is telling me to come..
"Come"
He is just a spot of anonymous grey
Running.
Inside his...
845 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jan 2011 4:23am
18th Jan 2011 4:23am
blue is not a color
Like sacks of blue
We fall with dust into your lap
And beg to be a different concept.
Our voice is a twisted whisper
Resting in the back of our skulls
Keeping the grey one company.
Our fingers lie with paper
And bruises
On the edge of her ribs
And she keeps them there
And uses them
As if they could help her not to feel.
You are an owner of many things
Countless things
Useless things..
And we own a concept
A terrible concept
A blue concept..
We fall with dust into your lap
And beg to be a different concept.
Our voice is a twisted whisper
Resting in the back of our skulls
Keeping the grey one company.
Our fingers lie with paper
And bruises
On the edge of her ribs
And she keeps them there
And uses them
As if they could help her not to feel.
You are an owner of many things
Countless things
Useless things..
And we own a concept
A terrible concept
A blue concept..
822 reads
6 Comments
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