Submissions by pocketfullofroses
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I took a hiatus from poetry for about ten years and focused more on short stories. I'm trying to ease my way back into it so be patient with me.
The Bench -Short Story
The bench was deceivingly inconspicuous with its chipped paint and creaky wood. It practically promised that if you sat on it you could enjoy your brown paper bag lunch and watch the pigeons fight over crumbs without any life altering events but sometimes the unexpected happens in the most ordinary of places.
Just as he did everyday, Jonathan Harper sat on the white chipped bench with it’s rusted metal legs and ate his salami on rye, lettuce and tomato but no condiments; that would cause soggy bread. He’d drop crumbs for the pigeons and he counted as he chewed. Twenty-eight,...
Just as he did everyday, Jonathan Harper sat on the white chipped bench with it’s rusted metal legs and ate his salami on rye, lettuce and tomato but no condiments; that would cause soggy bread. He’d drop crumbs for the pigeons and he counted as he chewed. Twenty-eight,...
#PopCulture
1283 reads
15 Comments
The Fall -Short Story
Tumbling through the air, the world flashed by in a whirlwind of color. Reaching out into the howling wind, he hoped to grip onto something, anything to slow him down. His hands flailed frantically with nothing more than air catching between his fingertips. His body gained speed as he plummeted further and further until he was plunged beneath the crashing waves of the ocean.
He broke through the surface; gasping; choking. Arms beating fiercely against the water as he tried to stay afloat. Fear engulfed him as he looked around at the endless stretch of the sea. He desperately needed...
He broke through the surface; gasping; choking. Arms beating fiercely against the water as he tried to stay afloat. Fear engulfed him as he looked around at the endless stretch of the sea. He desperately needed...
#narrative
777 reads
4 Comments
07.18.17-2
A vow is a vow
Despite promises broken
And hearts left for dead
Despite promises broken
And hearts left for dead
#sadness
1053 reads
16 Comments
Nothing More
Swing your axe
Hack away at my soul
Belittle, degrade
Tear me apart
Tell me what you think of me
Wield your dagger
Drag it through my skin
Bitch, slut, whore
Show me who I am
Carve it deep; make it bleed
Pack it with salt
And hear my screams
Now to your knees
Where you can grovel and beg
Spew your toxic apologies
Win me over with your tears
Brainwash me with your touch
Persuade me with your caress
But watch your step
Because I've already begun to realize
I'm better without you; and
You're...
Hack away at my soul
Belittle, degrade
Tear me apart
Tell me what you think of me
Wield your dagger
Drag it through my skin
Bitch, slut, whore
Show me who I am
Carve it deep; make it bleed
Pack it with salt
And hear my screams
Now to your knees
Where you can grovel and beg
Spew your toxic apologies
Win me over with your tears
Brainwash me with your touch
Persuade me with your caress
But watch your step
Because I've already begun to realize
I'm better without you; and
You're...
1288 reads
21 Comments
Drunk With Passion
Drunk with passion, wild and free
A young song with a harmony so absurd
Your nude body a sculpture in my mind
A gentle touch that will never break
All pain built in my body melts away
Impressions of a black death escapes
Turning into dust
Playing the original game
For a fool to love
A rigid thought of what life has been
Intense passion and a raw embrace
Drunk with passion, wild and free
A young song with a harmony so absurd
Your nude body a sculpture in my mind
A gentle touch that will never break
All pain built in my body melts away
Impressions of a black death escapes
Turning into dust
Playing the original game
For a fool to love
A rigid thought of what life has been
Intense passion and a raw embrace
Drunk with passion, wild and free
#love
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#dirty
1200 reads
14 Comments
7.18.17
Hold me closer now
Fill my heart with your poison
Embrace me in lies
Fill my heart with your poison
Embrace me in lies
1025 reads
11 Comments
7.17.17
Sharpen your blade, love
Trace along my trail of scars
And watch as I bleed
Trace along my trail of scars
And watch as I bleed
881 reads
10 Comments
Girl In The Mirror
Reaching out, I touch the fingers of a tiny hand. I gaze into the blue eyes of a childish figure. A smile spreads across her young face. Looking at her, I see a reflection of the child I was not so long ago. It seems the girl in the mirror, I was so fond of, never grew up.
868 reads
12 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by pocketfullofroses
Page: