Submissions by oceanic04
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
dreams
we are going to fall down a lot
and we are going to get hurt
and so many different things and wondering and just ponder
think and have thoughts blink on
like stars
an empty building and where am i and i need you
one of many one of many
one
lost in a crowd
lost at sea
lost in thought; reverie
daydreams and there’s something there, over the horizon can you see it?
is it land or an enemy ship?
is it the light at the end of the tunnel or just the train?
a train
and a light-haired girl in white
an indian headdress and two dead deer...
and we are going to get hurt
and so many different things and wondering and just ponder
think and have thoughts blink on
like stars
an empty building and where am i and i need you
one of many one of many
one
lost in a crowd
lost at sea
lost in thought; reverie
daydreams and there’s something there, over the horizon can you see it?
is it land or an enemy ship?
is it the light at the end of the tunnel or just the train?
a train
and a light-haired girl in white
an indian headdress and two dead deer...
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destroyer
i thought he loved me,
but he went with a wandering eye.
i was naive and in love with love.
some would call me desperate,
others would just call me stupid.
he gave me battle scars
and laughed about it.
the very scars he told me not to inflict on myself
when he still "loved" me.
but there were others he "loved".
he tore me apart
piece by piece
and left me in his wake,
destroyed.
but he went with a wandering eye.
i was naive and in love with love.
some would call me desperate,
others would just call me stupid.
he gave me battle scars
and laughed about it.
the very scars he told me not to inflict on myself
when he still "loved" me.
but there were others he "loved".
he tore me apart
piece by piece
and left me in his wake,
destroyed.
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confessions
anxious anxious
my eyes travel nervously around the room
debating
should i?
i know what's in there.
so do the scars.
we know what's hidden in the bottom right-hand bathroom drawer,
cleverly masked in a make-up compact.
it hides my salvation.
it hides what i so terribly need.
it hides my only escape.
i realize how bad i need this.
but first, i weigh the options.
pros vs cons
good vs evil.
i decide to give in.
i already have given in too many times, i might as well...
my eyes travel nervously around the room
debating
should i?
i know what's in there.
so do the scars.
we know what's hidden in the bottom right-hand bathroom drawer,
cleverly masked in a make-up compact.
it hides my salvation.
it hides what i so terribly need.
it hides my only escape.
i realize how bad i need this.
but first, i weigh the options.
pros vs cons
good vs evil.
i decide to give in.
i already have given in too many times, i might as well...
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immoral needs
after school
his backyard
run run run run into the house and
up up up up the stairs until
we both collapse onto his bed
kick shoes off
embrace
my pulse quickens
i need more
leaning over him
looking into those dark dark eyes
i know so well
i bite my lip
he grins
and i go in for the kill
lips meet
quiet
gentle
not enough
i need more
tounges touch
my fingers entwine into his hair
and i ever-so-slighty grind my hips into his
a demand, not a suggestion
he understands
and readily obliges
we turn...
his backyard
run run run run into the house and
up up up up the stairs until
we both collapse onto his bed
kick shoes off
embrace
my pulse quickens
i need more
leaning over him
looking into those dark dark eyes
i know so well
i bite my lip
he grins
and i go in for the kill
lips meet
quiet
gentle
not enough
i need more
tounges touch
my fingers entwine into his hair
and i ever-so-slighty grind my hips into his
a demand, not a suggestion
he understands
and readily obliges
we turn...
905 reads
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