Submissions by misterrerun
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Mar 2023 6:23pm
21st Mar 2023 6:23pm
sanguine love
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you” - Walt Whitman
on day three, you ask me if I have a favourite word
‘rot’, you declare is yours, as you wait for me to blink;
‘blink’, I say is mine; you smile—as the tea leaves scamper
in the boiling water—probably amused at this declaration of
brazen innocence, another Whitmanesque anecdote that you
will lock in that cellar: that smells of mold, disinfectants,
and old soot; where I dither amid extreme projections:
a limbless...
on day three, you ask me if I have a favourite word
‘rot’, you declare is yours, as you wait for me to blink;
‘blink’, I say is mine; you smile—as the tea leaves scamper
in the boiling water—probably amused at this declaration of
brazen innocence, another Whitmanesque anecdote that you
will lock in that cellar: that smells of mold, disinfectants,
and old soot; where I dither amid extreme projections:
a limbless...
#love
#lust
#PowerOfWords
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EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Mar 2023 7:32pm
20th Mar 2023 7:32pm
f**king on a weekend as a metro train passes by
This morning we should have stopped
after the second time
The patient gave you a negative rating
on the app
But your feral eyes dragged me
To wrest, and thrust you
Back to reality
So I did just that.
I think you will need a new stethoscope
After I yanked it around you neck
As hard as you wanted, while you
Choked on me, your eyes shut
Conjuring up a memory
I don’t wish to know
Now every inch of me smells of the sea
It’s 4 in the afternoon
All the love not...
after the second time
The patient gave you a negative rating
on the app
But your feral eyes dragged me
To wrest, and thrust you
Back to reality
So I did just that.
I think you will need a new stethoscope
After I yanked it around you neck
As hard as you wanted, while you
Choked on me, your eyes shut
Conjuring up a memory
I don’t wish to know
Now every inch of me smells of the sea
It’s 4 in the afternoon
All the love not...
#sadness
#loneliness
#sex #erotic
#sex #erotic
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Mar 2023 10:30am
12th Mar 2023 10:30am
clementine
in my sicksweet, sweat-soaked dreams, clementine recoils,
curling back and forth, undulating like
a mediterranean caterpillar: primal, entrancing;
precariously dangling
from the edge, above the abyss that hums;
she becomes a pulsating question mark,
locks herself; preserving a galaxy
of shrapnel of her soul that would otherwise have shot out
of her, at escape velocity, leaving her different,
like a shape-shifting pollock canvas
she awakens like a byzantine spell,
glides across the linoleum, like a trapeze...
curling back and forth, undulating like
a mediterranean caterpillar: primal, entrancing;
precariously dangling
from the edge, above the abyss that hums;
she becomes a pulsating question mark,
locks herself; preserving a galaxy
of shrapnel of her soul that would otherwise have shot out
of her, at escape velocity, leaving her different,
like a shape-shifting pollock canvas
she awakens like a byzantine spell,
glides across the linoleum, like a trapeze...
#love
#romantic
#lover #FallingInLove
#lover #FallingInLove
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Mar 2023 9:43am
12th Mar 2023 9:43am
The night sky is just a charred world
Last night
We decided to alter
the collision course that
tends to always reset itself
(it did not.)
I yanked you from stale inertia
Your mouth singed mine
as a star bled light
somewhere
(it still is.)
We abandoned civility
because love never
needs a prison
(it is enough.)
As you stripped me of my lies
I tore your garb, chewed
your ribcage
(I heard the plaintive song.)
I bit your heart
and spat
Vesuvius
Last night
I lifted you,...
We decided to alter
the collision course that
tends to always reset itself
(it did not.)
I yanked you from stale inertia
Your mouth singed mine
as a star bled light
somewhere
(it still is.)
We abandoned civility
because love never
needs a prison
(it is enough.)
As you stripped me of my lies
I tore your garb, chewed
your ribcage
(I heard the plaintive song.)
I bit your heart
and spat
Vesuvius
Last night
I lifted you,...
#love
#grief
#lover
#nostalgia
#hurt
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Aug 2022 10:09pm
27th Aug 2022 10:09pm
about prison systems
last night, I went to a friend’s birthday party
amidst the vanishing drinks and conspicuous laughter
between the entwined fingers in the dark and the slow crawl
of quiet desperation, like a timid schoolboy on the first day
i saw the invisible guest, the familiar old ghost in baggy clothes
and, an ill-fitting bespoke hat
from an era no-one remembers
we stop-started our attempts
to ignore each other, until
someone uttered his name
loneliness limped out
to the other room
into
...
amidst the vanishing drinks and conspicuous laughter
between the entwined fingers in the dark and the slow crawl
of quiet desperation, like a timid schoolboy on the first day
i saw the invisible guest, the familiar old ghost in baggy clothes
and, an ill-fitting bespoke hat
from an era no-one remembers
we stop-started our attempts
to ignore each other, until
someone uttered his name
loneliness limped out
to the other room
into
...
#love
#relationships
#honesty #obsession
#honesty #obsession
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Aug 2022 9:40pm
21st Aug 2022 9:40pm
tonight is the night, my love
the hour is here where we shred the veil
and rip the grey shroud of reality till the edge
tonight is the night we birth us, oneness; and will it
into existence, like an angry mob hurling stones
at the first fire
tonight, we welcome the madrigal that seeps
through the tear, the fear: like rivulets of tar
mixed with sacrificial blood and mud from
a fecund land no-one knows of
other than the praying child in a forgotten story
tonight, we eat the raw heart of oblivion,
stake our claim on...
and rip the grey shroud of reality till the edge
tonight is the night we birth us, oneness; and will it
into existence, like an angry mob hurling stones
at the first fire
tonight, we welcome the madrigal that seeps
through the tear, the fear: like rivulets of tar
mixed with sacrificial blood and mud from
a fecund land no-one knows of
other than the praying child in a forgotten story
tonight, we eat the raw heart of oblivion,
stake our claim on...
#happiness
#love
#FallingInLove
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Aug 2022 7:55pm
20th Aug 2022 7:55pm
coming home is not the same as homecoming
you taught me to drink vodka straight from the bottle
that way, there was no excuse, no respite, you said
just a lingering immediacy, a heightened awareness
of the passage of time, elevated by the pain
coursing through the oesophagus, the gut:
sublime, epoch-defining: like the first fall of childhood,
the first time you are left behind after school
or when the whole class laughs at you;
or the first heartbreak
pain is but a soul strengthening recipe, you said
with plaintive eyes on the last day of summer...
that way, there was no excuse, no respite, you said
just a lingering immediacy, a heightened awareness
of the passage of time, elevated by the pain
coursing through the oesophagus, the gut:
sublime, epoch-defining: like the first fall of childhood,
the first time you are left behind after school
or when the whole class laughs at you;
or the first heartbreak
pain is but a soul strengthening recipe, you said
with plaintive eyes on the last day of summer...
#grief
#honesty
#FeelingLost
#denial
#wisdom
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Aug 2022 6:51pm
19th Aug 2022 6:51pm
event horizon
during the midday lull of
a small mountain cafe, in the winter
of 2011, i fucked for the first time
(it was her first time too)
as i hovered around the membrane
of pleasure and pain, a man tried to
see through the glass; struggling to
yank the bolted door open
we giggled and fucked harder: till earth
lost its gravity, i lost my girth and the floor
seemed like an appropriate resting place
(he had come for a free glass of chai)
later, a couple of pigeons kept flying into
the tinted glass...
a small mountain cafe, in the winter
of 2011, i fucked for the first time
(it was her first time too)
as i hovered around the membrane
of pleasure and pain, a man tried to
see through the glass; struggling to
yank the bolted door open
we giggled and fucked harder: till earth
lost its gravity, i lost my girth and the floor
seemed like an appropriate resting place
(he had come for a free glass of chai)
later, a couple of pigeons kept flying into
the tinted glass...
#death
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery #LookingForLove
#SelfDiscovery #LookingForLove
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