Submissions by rain1courtel (RainC)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Nov 2015 4:06am
12th Nov 2015 4:06am
WET WORDS
2076 reads
28 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Nov 2015 6:57pm
11th Nov 2015 6:57pm
"IF" ( Mental Diary)
I never claimed to be the perfect flower for him
but, if I were anything less than an exquisite bloom
his lips should have informed me
If the intimacy I was meant to finance
diminish in value with each uncertain inhale,
and the overwhelming worth of romance’s assets
never recoup from life’s insufferable trails,
then I can truly say love came with a price
that I couldn’t afford
*I’m venting, bear with me ...*
How could I hold his hand and walk by his side,
when my wrists were tied?
My availability...
but, if I were anything less than an exquisite bloom
his lips should have informed me
If the intimacy I was meant to finance
diminish in value with each uncertain inhale,
and the overwhelming worth of romance’s assets
never recoup from life’s insufferable trails,
then I can truly say love came with a price
that I couldn’t afford
*I’m venting, bear with me ...*
How could I hold his hand and walk by his side,
when my wrists were tied?
My availability...
1549 reads
28 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Nov 2015 1:30am
5th Nov 2015 1:30am
Intricate~
Fondness trailing the shift and bend in his words
caught me unprepared
I thought I’d lost the expertise to analyze what he meant
in-between the stitching of his sensual syllables
suggesting he still loves what reality hates.
Dividing out sections of unrestricted desire,
for me to partake in.
I can sense his pledge to live on
get filled-up on,
the fullness of my...
Nutritional Essence
*but I’m not sure how much of me he can govern*
I confess that I’m a handful on everyday basis
So I urge him to acquire me...
caught me unprepared
I thought I’d lost the expertise to analyze what he meant
in-between the stitching of his sensual syllables
suggesting he still loves what reality hates.
Dividing out sections of unrestricted desire,
for me to partake in.
I can sense his pledge to live on
get filled-up on,
the fullness of my...
Nutritional Essence
*but I’m not sure how much of me he can govern*
I confess that I’m a handful on everyday basis
So I urge him to acquire me...
1396 reads
34 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Nov 2015 7:46pm
1st Nov 2015 7:46pm
Can You See ME?
When I scribe from my core with my
metaphoric seeds,
did you yield to actually breathe in the substances,
and get lit off the read?
Or did you take a little sniff of my scented prose
not realizing the intellectual side of me
was design for you to slowly peruse,
while another script is conceived
in hopes you’d receive...
a contact high; via reading comprehension?
Persuaded by multicolored thoughts
eruption of the mind~
I tend to go cognitively blind,
purposely…
because, I need a clean canvas to create ...
metaphoric seeds,
did you yield to actually breathe in the substances,
and get lit off the read?
Or did you take a little sniff of my scented prose
not realizing the intellectual side of me
was design for you to slowly peruse,
while another script is conceived
in hopes you’d receive...
a contact high; via reading comprehension?
Persuaded by multicolored thoughts
eruption of the mind~
I tend to go cognitively blind,
purposely…
because, I need a clean canvas to create ...
1507 reads
49 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Oct 2015 4:29am
24th Oct 2015 4:29am
Anonymous
.in her words, she wrote...
I tried to brush the lust off my shoulders
define what we had,
but the definition grew bolder
changing the meaning with each passing day
~My heart was gentle….
knowing rough would make things complicated.
You should have walked away from love’s limitations,
understanding the reality of what we had….
came with no guarantees
.....instead,
You choose to love me
but....
don’t misconstrue...
I tried to brush the lust off my shoulders
define what we had,
but the definition grew bolder
changing the meaning with each passing day
~My heart was gentle….
knowing rough would make things complicated.
You should have walked away from love’s limitations,
understanding the reality of what we had….
came with no guarantees
.....instead,
You choose to love me
but....
don’t misconstrue...
1986 reads
46 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Oct 2015 9:08pm
15th Oct 2015 9:08pm
Push Past The Ache
I hate misery kissed your cheek
changing your smile into a grimace,
and all that’s left behind....
is shard emptiness breathing in a soul, already wounded
….and I hate life has continuity with strife
striking you with pain strong enough to bring down the goliath’ in you
your david’ size struggles are much smaller than you think
don’t allow the light within to perish
don’t give in and surrender to darkness
even the Sun with its majestic power,
has had its shine taken by the tiniest clouds...
only to return with...
changing your smile into a grimace,
and all that’s left behind....
is shard emptiness breathing in a soul, already wounded
….and I hate life has continuity with strife
striking you with pain strong enough to bring down the goliath’ in you
your david’ size struggles are much smaller than you think
don’t allow the light within to perish
don’t give in and surrender to darkness
even the Sun with its majestic power,
has had its shine taken by the tiniest clouds...
only to return with...
1158 reads
46 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
4th Oct 2015 00:07am
4th Oct 2015 00:07am
Beautiful Death ~ this isn’t poetry, its real shit…
.the tears were fighting to come out but I did my best to yield them….
16 hours earlier
She was smiling. Her weak voice was proclaiming her love for each of her children. One by one she kiss them….. Rubbed them…. Hug them, said her ‘I love you’s’, stating she would see them later tonight, then she trailed off to sleep; semi-unconscious, she’d been doing that all day long. This scene had become familiar, though this day she had many, many visitors. Her hospice room filled with maybe 20 family and friends. We all were there for the same reason; to say goodbye. I kissed her...
16 hours earlier
She was smiling. Her weak voice was proclaiming her love for each of her children. One by one she kiss them….. Rubbed them…. Hug them, said her ‘I love you’s’, stating she would see them later tonight, then she trailed off to sleep; semi-unconscious, she’d been doing that all day long. This scene had become familiar, though this day she had many, many visitors. Her hospice room filled with maybe 20 family and friends. We all were there for the same reason; to say goodbye. I kissed her...
1345 reads
18 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Sep 2015 9:31pm
24th Sep 2015 9:31pm
When Words Fail....
Words hurl heedlessly, as if
vocal jabs can’t rupture a heart
and cause a soul to bleed
You should taste your salty sentiments,
sweeten your words before they disrupt the air.
Malicious words can expose you;
revealing an ugly internal you
So,
don’t be so reckless with them, like they
don’t dull the sparkle from a smile that once was
because….
a poisonous tongue can spit words
that sound like death,
leaving residue of it’s wrongdoing
and no amount of I’m...
vocal jabs can’t rupture a heart
and cause a soul to bleed
You should taste your salty sentiments,
sweeten your words before they disrupt the air.
Malicious words can expose you;
revealing an ugly internal you
So,
don’t be so reckless with them, like they
don’t dull the sparkle from a smile that once was
because….
a poisonous tongue can spit words
that sound like death,
leaving residue of it’s wrongdoing
and no amount of I’m...
1298 reads
38 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Sep 2015 6:42am
18th Sep 2015 6:42am
Scent of Truth
He could sense my love on fire
even before he inhales the smoke
intimacy ablaze trying to suppress intensity
never to inflame, but to keep it burning….
keep him yearning
while observing the sweltering bit of sparkle
adopting his carbonated space.
Lust grabs hold
the need unfold
and all that is needed is
a French kiss to steal my breath,
the only time I’m content with no air.
I can feel his stare,
he can smell my need
succumbing to every single dirty deed...
even before he inhales the smoke
intimacy ablaze trying to suppress intensity
never to inflame, but to keep it burning….
keep him yearning
while observing the sweltering bit of sparkle
adopting his carbonated space.
Lust grabs hold
the need unfold
and all that is needed is
a French kiss to steal my breath,
the only time I’m content with no air.
I can feel his stare,
he can smell my need
succumbing to every single dirty deed...
1869 reads
38 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Sep 2015 8:26pm
11th Sep 2015 8:26pm
He Never Left Me
I thought my pen left me….
Thought he packed up before night could
kiss the lips of early sunrise
suitcase suffused with empty pages
My uninspired phases
of having no tales to tell, no stories to sell
just nude thoughts sheathed in confusion,
resting in the bottom of a dried inkwell
I thought my quill walked away
felt he overstayed his stay
leaving me alone amidst my mental chaos
where agony thrived and sanity attempted poetic- suicide
Confining me, subliminally
in a cage that...
Thought he packed up before night could
kiss the lips of early sunrise
suitcase suffused with empty pages
My uninspired phases
of having no tales to tell, no stories to sell
just nude thoughts sheathed in confusion,
resting in the bottom of a dried inkwell
I thought my quill walked away
felt he overstayed his stay
leaving me alone amidst my mental chaos
where agony thrived and sanity attempted poetic- suicide
Confining me, subliminally
in a cage that...
1486 reads
53 Comments
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