Submissions by runningturtle87
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
If it's not intimate, what's the point?......................
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2012 11:22pm
22nd Jun 2012 11:22pm
She Dances
She comes at it
with her head to the side
letting her earring dangle
flat against her cheek,
and the other one
bangs like a stove pipe
on a broken stone
as she shearingly thistles;
the music
tears through her,
mindlessly pouring
her strewn locks
back and forth
across his face
as he tries to trace
the meter
of her oscillations.
The silence
of her dancing
algorithms
charms the drummer
as he strokes his sticks
and heads the bass
back
into the catacombs;
a lost Sunday
still...
with her head to the side
letting her earring dangle
flat against her cheek,
and the other one
bangs like a stove pipe
on a broken stone
as she shearingly thistles;
the music
tears through her,
mindlessly pouring
her strewn locks
back and forth
across his face
as he tries to trace
the meter
of her oscillations.
The silence
of her dancing
algorithms
charms the drummer
as he strokes his sticks
and heads the bass
back
into the catacombs;
a lost Sunday
still...
740 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2012 11:15am
22nd Jun 2012 11:15am
Avatar
Don't know
if she's real or not,
but damn
that online girl is hot
how she talks
and her avatar
is smoking on
some distant star
with her
I'd go very far
she's my dreamy
Avatar.
Now I'm older
but she's not
pictures need
to change their spot
and recompense
the newest phase
just to keep
that online blaze.
Making changes
in my life
I'm off to college
laptop near…
want to keep
my angel near.
7 years since
first we met
still the same
sweet superstar
a...
if she's real or not,
but damn
that online girl is hot
how she talks
and her avatar
is smoking on
some distant star
with her
I'd go very far
she's my dreamy
Avatar.
Now I'm older
but she's not
pictures need
to change their spot
and recompense
the newest phase
just to keep
that online blaze.
Making changes
in my life
I'm off to college
laptop near…
want to keep
my angel near.
7 years since
first we met
still the same
sweet superstar
a...
668 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2012 11:13am
22nd Jun 2012 11:13am
CyberGirl
CyberGirl
Unlike twisted metal
with titanium stranded pearls
I think the thought that does it right
is dates with CyberGirls.
Not the canned or candied kind,
that promise by the minute,
but one who lets you see her all
and everything that's in it.
With teasing grace and interface
and all that's technotronic
she gets down and all around
she got what's on and on it.
There's no confusing where she's at
or what she's all about,
she answers every question with
a spirit so devout.
Her soul is not...
Unlike twisted metal
with titanium stranded pearls
I think the thought that does it right
is dates with CyberGirls.
Not the canned or candied kind,
that promise by the minute,
but one who lets you see her all
and everything that's in it.
With teasing grace and interface
and all that's technotronic
she gets down and all around
she got what's on and on it.
There's no confusing where she's at
or what she's all about,
she answers every question with
a spirit so devout.
Her soul is not...
854 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jun 2012 12:45pm
21st Jun 2012 12:45pm
Daylilies
I may seem distant
from the ends
of your sweet finger tips
but I swear
that I'm no further
than your tender lips
in May
when lilies bloom
just by the day,
their swollen petals
leaning in the breeze.
That memory
can bring me
to my knees
to pollenate
the legends
of our lost
and thoughtless
spendings.
And then the beds
of newly tossing
shredded weathered
buds
that pass along
their evening song
will seed
year in and out
the lonely stars away.
runningturtle87
from the ends
of your sweet finger tips
but I swear
that I'm no further
than your tender lips
in May
when lilies bloom
just by the day,
their swollen petals
leaning in the breeze.
That memory
can bring me
to my knees
to pollenate
the legends
of our lost
and thoughtless
spendings.
And then the beds
of newly tossing
shredded weathered
buds
that pass along
their evening song
will seed
year in and out
the lonely stars away.
runningturtle87
1080 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Jun 2012 10:59am
21st Jun 2012 10:59am
Vulnerability
Vulnerability
is a price
you have to be
willing to pay
if empathy
is going to be
an effective mode
of intimacy;
to see the pain
of others
and not know it yourself
is like looking
at a wall paper
you will never buy.
But to feel it yourself
is to allow
a simple nod
to stand
for an acknowledgement
that travels deeper
than skin.
The slippery knots unwind
as slithering thoughts
bare the soul
of an experience
that requires
another pint of humility.
...
is a price
you have to be
willing to pay
if empathy
is going to be
an effective mode
of intimacy;
to see the pain
of others
and not know it yourself
is like looking
at a wall paper
you will never buy.
But to feel it yourself
is to allow
a simple nod
to stand
for an acknowledgement
that travels deeper
than skin.
The slippery knots unwind
as slithering thoughts
bare the soul
of an experience
that requires
another pint of humility.
...
882 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Jun 2012 9:47pm
20th Jun 2012 9:47pm
Pearl Drops
If holding fast and hard and tight
is what you wish of me tonight
then I will scale the bedroom window
give you all and see you tremble
Only give me as I please
and tell me that you'll give to me
the tender kiss of one on show
a slowly lasting toe to toe
and then, the best, you will descend
making passes friend by friend
nippled naked naughty curls
licking briskly every pearl.
runningturtle87
is what you wish of me tonight
then I will scale the bedroom window
give you all and see you tremble
Only give me as I please
and tell me that you'll give to me
the tender kiss of one on show
a slowly lasting toe to toe
and then, the best, you will descend
making passes friend by friend
nippled naked naughty curls
licking briskly every pearl.
runningturtle87
1071 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Jun 2012 9:05pm
20th Jun 2012 9:05pm
The Ship Builder's Daughter
Sappho's grace was not her hand
that laid the maiden's spine
but rather t'was her twisted tongue
that made her make her mind.
With mind made up
and maiden made
did Sappho whisper sweet
so ontologically unfolded
she retold it and
began to weep.
True tears of joy they were
that wrinkled on the veil
for when the moment's last impasse
the schooner had set sail.
runningturtle87
that laid the maiden's spine
but rather t'was her twisted tongue
that made her make her mind.
With mind made up
and maiden made
did Sappho whisper sweet
so ontologically unfolded
she retold it and
began to weep.
True tears of joy they were
that wrinkled on the veil
for when the moment's last impasse
the schooner had set sail.
runningturtle87
821 reads
2 Comments
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