Submissions by shadow_starzzz
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
GPO Box 2636, Canberra. ACT. 2601. Australia
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Apr 2016 4:50pm
18th Apr 2016 4:50pm
Queen of Cups
I am she, who tiptoes between his waking moments and the dreams that lie in the depth of him.
He beckons me to place my cursives upon his palate, as I trace his lips with the warmth of my breath to find the letters of my name etched upon them.
Still.
I am the air he inhales, the water in which he was baptised, the earth in which he grasps on to as he allows it to slip through his fingers, unrefined.
I am the source of all that is generated from within the depths of him.
I am personified in all that he expresses as he gazes upon the streaky...
He beckons me to place my cursives upon his palate, as I trace his lips with the warmth of my breath to find the letters of my name etched upon them.
Still.
I am the air he inhales, the water in which he was baptised, the earth in which he grasps on to as he allows it to slip through his fingers, unrefined.
I am the source of all that is generated from within the depths of him.
I am personified in all that he expresses as he gazes upon the streaky...
1010 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Oct 2015 4:04pm
18th Oct 2015 4:04pm
Leftovers
I often wonder what it's like for him, and her, knowing that he once chose me before her.
He settled for her because I wouldn't settle for his infidelities.
In truth, she feasts upon the scraps of my love, and the remnants of me still lingers upon his lips.
This, I know from the dialogues I share with him but what she doesn't know, won't hurt, all that much.
He settled for her because I wouldn't settle for his infidelities.
In truth, she feasts upon the scraps of my love, and the remnants of me still lingers upon his lips.
This, I know from the dialogues I share with him but what she doesn't know, won't hurt, all that much.
792 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Oct 2015 3:14pm
18th Oct 2015 3:14pm
Starburst
His love was choreographed upon the beat on my heart, until I fell into the grooves of his illustrious ways.
The road to contentment was founded upon his barren wastelands, and together we nourish and fuse ourselves upon each other until our hearts merge.
Quenching his parched lips amongst my soft petals as he tenderly seals his love with a kiss, and each day is filled with our effervescent concupiscent desires.
He scribbles his love all over me from head to toe, until his intent is understood, and my heart bursts forth with love.
The road to contentment was founded upon his barren wastelands, and together we nourish and fuse ourselves upon each other until our hearts merge.
Quenching his parched lips amongst my soft petals as he tenderly seals his love with a kiss, and each day is filled with our effervescent concupiscent desires.
He scribbles his love all over me from head to toe, until his intent is understood, and my heart bursts forth with love.
854 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Oct 2015 1:08pm
16th Oct 2015 1:08pm
Crave
I crave the simple things that are often taken for granted when we're with a loved one.
Like, sharing a morning coffee and stolen kisses before work, or absorbing his loving gaze upon me, the kind that reaffirms he's content in his heart & soul, or those moments after early morning sex in which we can still taste the love we both made upon one another's lips, moments before slipping into the shower together for more.
Sighs.
I crave him too much...
Like, sharing a morning coffee and stolen kisses before work, or absorbing his loving gaze upon me, the kind that reaffirms he's content in his heart & soul, or those moments after early morning sex in which we can still taste the love we both made upon one another's lips, moments before slipping into the shower together for more.
Sighs.
I crave him too much...
1039 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Oct 2015 12:52pm
16th Oct 2015 12:52pm
Read My Lips
He stood behind me and said...
"Open your legs, I wanna read your bare lips as if they were an open book, just for me"
His warm breath and forceful tongue danced upon my naked cunt until I blossomed all over him.
Dripping, and aching for more of him to fill me ferociously with his seed.
"Open your legs, I wanna read your bare lips as if they were an open book, just for me"
His warm breath and forceful tongue danced upon my naked cunt until I blossomed all over him.
Dripping, and aching for more of him to fill me ferociously with his seed.
1250 reads
3 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
5th Oct 2015 3:47am
5th Oct 2015 3:47am
Untitled
When he peers into my soul with his piercing eyes, the burn of you resurfaces, and I'm left speechless.
I must learn not to punish him with silence as he is not fully versed in your underlying headfuckery.
He, is a master of fine arts, creatively weaving his threads with good intentions.
You, are everything I despise.
It wasn't always that way.
Being stuck between what is and what was is akin to baring witness to a train wreck with casualties.
I must learn not to punish him with silence as he is not fully versed in your underlying headfuckery.
He, is a master of fine arts, creatively weaving his threads with good intentions.
You, are everything I despise.
It wasn't always that way.
Being stuck between what is and what was is akin to baring witness to a train wreck with casualties.
809 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Oct 2015 3:11am
5th Oct 2015 3:11am
His Perfidy
The weight of him was never crushing, until it became apparent that he wasn't capable of truth.
You can tell the way a man values himself by gazing upon the women he chooses to surround himself with throughout life.
A decent man will always pursue a woman that embodies the essence of him, as he instills trust by being open and transparent.
Then, there are those who love scraping the bottom of the barrel because he lacks integrity, discernment and self respect.
And still, he kneels in the church pew seeking forgiveness for all his known sins, unaware that...
You can tell the way a man values himself by gazing upon the women he chooses to surround himself with throughout life.
A decent man will always pursue a woman that embodies the essence of him, as he instills trust by being open and transparent.
Then, there are those who love scraping the bottom of the barrel because he lacks integrity, discernment and self respect.
And still, he kneels in the church pew seeking forgiveness for all his known sins, unaware that...
700 reads
1 Comment
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
2nd Mar 2015 1:46am
2nd Mar 2015 1:46am
Cold Case
There's no room in her head for all his regrets as she mastered the art of tempering the subtle but cyclonic motions depicting both their insecurity.
Once he slipped into his methodical but contemplative paradigm of analytic process, it's where he'd draw her into his mapping procedure as she was fascinated in how his mind was constructed.
He ticked on a different beat.
Over time, she adopted the same ethicality associated with working the cold cases that kept her awake at night.
They were chronologically archived, and stored in a secure facility.
...
Once he slipped into his methodical but contemplative paradigm of analytic process, it's where he'd draw her into his mapping procedure as she was fascinated in how his mind was constructed.
He ticked on a different beat.
Over time, she adopted the same ethicality associated with working the cold cases that kept her awake at night.
They were chronologically archived, and stored in a secure facility.
...
980 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2015 1:23am
2nd Mar 2015 1:23am
Hedonist
Hedonic lips beckon
me to spill henna
blossoms from my mouth
as he kisses away
the pain associated
with my rainy days.
He was humming canticles
that only I could
recognise
whilst infusing
his fragrance
upon others.
It tore us apart.
me to spill henna
blossoms from my mouth
as he kisses away
the pain associated
with my rainy days.
He was humming canticles
that only I could
recognise
whilst infusing
his fragrance
upon others.
It tore us apart.
944 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Feb 2015 11:43pm
27th Feb 2015 11:43pm
The Library
She sat in the library
cross referencing text.
Its what she does when
she's not at work.
Often she's here
there and everywhere
as her mind finds comfort
in music as she goes
about doing what needs
to be done for
her assessments.
And he is her weakness
she's drawn
to the tenderness
within his heart
like a moth to a flame.
Him.
Whom she'd give her whole
entire heart to if he
told her he felt
the same raging fire
that she felt
in the depths of her.
He.
...
cross referencing text.
Its what she does when
she's not at work.
Often she's here
there and everywhere
as her mind finds comfort
in music as she goes
about doing what needs
to be done for
her assessments.
And he is her weakness
she's drawn
to the tenderness
within his heart
like a moth to a flame.
Him.
Whom she'd give her whole
entire heart to if he
told her he felt
the same raging fire
that she felt
in the depths of her.
He.
...
1266 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Feb 2015 11:14pm
27th Feb 2015 11:14pm
Ciceronian
He is the iridescent Ciceronian
that's capable of holding a heart to ransom
should you be close enough to feel the beating
of his heart as he licks your face and inhales
the scent of your perfume as a reminder that
you're anchored to him and his misery is your
fault as you remind him that love isn't love
if you're spreading yourself thinly.
The love within him glows incandescently
whilst exuding the purity of light
and he gains insight into my flight
and there's meaning behind the
probability and possibility associated with those...
that's capable of holding a heart to ransom
should you be close enough to feel the beating
of his heart as he licks your face and inhales
the scent of your perfume as a reminder that
you're anchored to him and his misery is your
fault as you remind him that love isn't love
if you're spreading yourself thinly.
The love within him glows incandescently
whilst exuding the purity of light
and he gains insight into my flight
and there's meaning behind the
probability and possibility associated with those...
1051 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Feb 2015 3:07am
15th Feb 2015 3:07am
Late
It's late
you're there
and I'm here
I need to feel
you slip inside
me whilst whispering
smut into my ears.
Don't stop
pinching and pulling
on my erect nipples
as you roll them
in unison to the rolling
of our grinding hips
go deeper and harder
as our bones scrape
upon one another.
You execute those studious
perpendicular motions
until I'm sore and sated
trituration explored
as you're about to cum
all over me
whilst kissing me
deep and passionately
as we're joined at the hips...
you're there
and I'm here
I need to feel
you slip inside
me whilst whispering
smut into my ears.
Don't stop
pinching and pulling
on my erect nipples
as you roll them
in unison to the rolling
of our grinding hips
go deeper and harder
as our bones scrape
upon one another.
You execute those studious
perpendicular motions
until I'm sore and sated
trituration explored
as you're about to cum
all over me
whilst kissing me
deep and passionately
as we're joined at the hips...
1588 reads
4 Comments
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