Submissions by queenbrvzi
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Feb 2016 2:46am
25th Feb 2016 2:46am
a golden heart
A heart of gold, with eyes that could kill.
Working hard two weeks for a one hundred dollar bill.
Mattresses and no rails, with seven dollars left to his name...
Ramen was on the menu again, with only his mother to blame.
It was the jokes and the fact that he stood out that made him change,
The way he pictured his future... He didn't want a price range.
That heart was gold though, with a temper so frightening, his veins popped and glowed.
It didn't matter if it was legal or no...
Without a father to show him right, and a mother who always...
Working hard two weeks for a one hundred dollar bill.
Mattresses and no rails, with seven dollars left to his name...
Ramen was on the menu again, with only his mother to blame.
It was the jokes and the fact that he stood out that made him change,
The way he pictured his future... He didn't want a price range.
That heart was gold though, with a temper so frightening, his veins popped and glowed.
It didn't matter if it was legal or no...
Without a father to show him right, and a mother who always...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2016 1:32am
23rd Feb 2016 1:32am
Just Sometimes
Sometimes, only sometimes can I appreciate a stupid man. I don’t mean uneducated or ignorant, but a man who is naive enough to go oblivious to my insecurities.
Go blind to all of the things that I despise looking at in the mirror, the ugly features that seem to stand out so much to me, it’s as if he literally cannot see them.
Now, is this stupidity? Or a man who is madly madly in love? The way this man looks at me, puppy eyes full of love.
A jaw line that drops every time I enter a room. Hands so soft yet so aggressive against my body, it’s as if he’s never felt anything better....
Go blind to all of the things that I despise looking at in the mirror, the ugly features that seem to stand out so much to me, it’s as if he literally cannot see them.
Now, is this stupidity? Or a man who is madly madly in love? The way this man looks at me, puppy eyes full of love.
A jaw line that drops every time I enter a room. Hands so soft yet so aggressive against my body, it’s as if he’s never felt anything better....
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th May 2015 4:10am
26th May 2015 4:10am
speak up
Sometimes I look into his eyes and wonder, what makes him stay by my side? Sometimes I look into his eyes and wish I was blind...Sometimes I look into his heart and feel the love so deep, how could someone so beautiful be in love with me? Sometimes I'm not sure I'm really down to ride... But I am alwayssilent.Sometimes I wish I wouldn't have left the guy with the nice car and full wallet, other times I wish We could pick out my ring and buy it.Sometimes I wish We had more in common, but then I remember that We do... Either way, I am still silent. Sometimes I wish he could read my mind,...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
31st Mar 2015 4:04am
31st Mar 2015 4:04am
Insecurities
Maybe if I didn't text you at 3㏂ you wouldn't assume what you're assuming.
Winking emojis & sexy pictures is what had you thinking.
I stare into old photos searching for a happiness, it's your face that has me drinking.
I'm giving myself away in spite of you, I hate you but I need your approval too.
I'm insecure so I'm usually down for all of the above, I want to feel warm hands explore me, and convince me it's love.
For only a few minutes..
Winking emojis & sexy pictures is what had you thinking.
I stare into old photos searching for a happiness, it's your face that has me drinking.
I'm giving myself away in spite of you, I hate you but I need your approval too.
I'm insecure so I'm usually down for all of the above, I want to feel warm hands explore me, and convince me it's love.
For only a few minutes..
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DARK POEM
Published
31st Mar 2015 4:02am
31st Mar 2015 4:02am
Why him?
A bright mix of a different race.
4 years old sitting present at the court case.
She's cute, but won't amount to anyone's taste.
Police sirens, bright lights, let it be over.
My intoxicated father, the vodka made him slower.
I play alone in hospital rooms.
6 years old watching him inhale shrooms.
Thrown brooms, loud BOOMS, drunk before noon,
Where is my tomb.
Locked doors, grown up poor,
my mother lies unconscious on the floor.
Why him?
My eyes dim, she looks at me and sees only him.
A spitting image...
4 years old sitting present at the court case.
She's cute, but won't amount to anyone's taste.
Police sirens, bright lights, let it be over.
My intoxicated father, the vodka made him slower.
I play alone in hospital rooms.
6 years old watching him inhale shrooms.
Thrown brooms, loud BOOMS, drunk before noon,
Where is my tomb.
Locked doors, grown up poor,
my mother lies unconscious on the floor.
Why him?
My eyes dim, she looks at me and sees only him.
A spitting image...
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