Submissions by shakka (shauna)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Surreal, erotic, fun. Compelled to write poetry, prose, and themed lists. Can't help myself writing defines a large of who I am.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Nov 2015 4:22am
11th Nov 2015 4:22am
starbucks I
......
his shiny cup
filled with au lait
his heart empty.
.......
his shiny cup
filled with au lait
his heart empty.
.......
769 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Nov 2015 4:12am
11th Nov 2015 4:12am
lit
**
grip the light
place your trust in earth and scent
ignite the rumored undertones
sink your heart
into the bread of me
of my love
into the fearful, fullofherself thing
that it is
i cry
suddenly
gulping
become a candle
focused heat
the curve
the blue
of the
flame
is
what
i
want.
***
grip the light
place your trust in earth and scent
ignite the rumored undertones
sink your heart
into the bread of me
of my love
into the fearful, fullofherself thing
that it is
i cry
suddenly
gulping
become a candle
focused heat
the curve
the blue
of the
flame
is
what
i
want.
***
797 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Oct 2015 2:42am
27th Oct 2015 2:42am
love junk
**
what your love
is like {for me}
a retreat from the world
world war 2
three dresses and
two pair of silk stockings
your yourness
a rogue cloud
beneath my skirt
there, a dead baby bird
smashed against the curb
I point and cry
you call me silly
I say "you're just a boy,
you wouldn't understand".
weakness calls you to crush
weakness calls me to learn magic
to learn to kneel in my inevitable errors
[like loving you]
to adopt the song of an orphaned sub
with an itch...
what your love
is like {for me}
a retreat from the world
world war 2
three dresses and
two pair of silk stockings
your yourness
a rogue cloud
beneath my skirt
there, a dead baby bird
smashed against the curb
I point and cry
you call me silly
I say "you're just a boy,
you wouldn't understand".
weakness calls you to crush
weakness calls me to learn magic
to learn to kneel in my inevitable errors
[like loving you]
to adopt the song of an orphaned sub
with an itch...
905 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Oct 2015 00:37am
25th Oct 2015 00:37am
courting patience
**
no one notices
the vacant house
the wall flower, whispered about
by swaying willows
tears become bricks of loneliness
the doors open easily
soft with need
mumurs, why the locked gate?
it isn't right
another family must fill this house
so that I may reclaim my balance
a new family
to be my joy
my dignity
my heart.
***
no one notices
the vacant house
the wall flower, whispered about
by swaying willows
tears become bricks of loneliness
the doors open easily
soft with need
mumurs, why the locked gate?
it isn't right
another family must fill this house
so that I may reclaim my balance
a new family
to be my joy
my dignity
my heart.
***
659 reads
DRUGS POEM
Published
11th Oct 2015 5:04pm
11th Oct 2015 5:04pm
Dewars May Cause Dreams of Burning.
**
tonight I dance with my shadow
the amber drink, half gone
my lipstick forms a heart on the rim
of the thick glass
*
I remember his breath
summer in my mouth
at the tiny bar candles spill all
over themselves and onto the floor
shameless
he writes letters on my skin with candle cum
the sting...the shiver ...he slowly peels off his name
..my mind and body unravel
then the cool ice. slipped inside someplace
hotter than any candle...the command to hold
the...
tonight I dance with my shadow
the amber drink, half gone
my lipstick forms a heart on the rim
of the thick glass
*
I remember his breath
summer in my mouth
at the tiny bar candles spill all
over themselves and onto the floor
shameless
he writes letters on my skin with candle cum
the sting...the shiver ...he slowly peels off his name
..my mind and body unravel
then the cool ice. slipped inside someplace
hotter than any candle...the command to hold
the...
827 reads
20 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
11th Oct 2015 4:43pm
11th Oct 2015 4:43pm
soulmates
_____________
The oxygen tank follows John down the hospital tunnel
a seahorse engaged to his lover, the lover leans in ~
the same seahorse near to him during his days on the streets
chashing whores. His hands behind his back eyes downcast,
women and men unable to resist his thinness, his scent.
Sometimes John feels like a tear on the cracked skin of his mama's
face, slipping in and out of crevices, his sensitive skin burning purple.
His dad was right "you are a sissy, who'll die a thousand times a day."
John was born on...
The oxygen tank follows John down the hospital tunnel
a seahorse engaged to his lover, the lover leans in ~
the same seahorse near to him during his days on the streets
chashing whores. His hands behind his back eyes downcast,
women and men unable to resist his thinness, his scent.
Sometimes John feels like a tear on the cracked skin of his mama's
face, slipping in and out of crevices, his sensitive skin burning purple.
His dad was right "you are a sissy, who'll die a thousand times a day."
John was born on...
1024 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Sep 2015 3:43am
30th Sep 2015 3:43am
I
..
place me anywhere
fill me 'til i cannot move
breasts and waist captured
......
place me anywhere
fill me 'til i cannot move
breasts and waist captured
......
731 reads
SELF POEM
Published
29th Sep 2015 4:14am
29th Sep 2015 4:14am
ordinary people
**
traces of young daydreams
which we never escape
and here we are
sacred in this union
gentle inside the other
quiet and needy
and the neediness
is forgiven
naked on the floor
i build castles in my mind
thick sand in the hour glass
i become an orphan
an orphan never forgives
our memories rule us
we live in a barren culture
always thristy..
your lips my water
your life inside me sustains me
we bang like scoundrels
searching for the other's treasure
I love you ...
traces of young daydreams
which we never escape
and here we are
sacred in this union
gentle inside the other
quiet and needy
and the neediness
is forgiven
naked on the floor
i build castles in my mind
thick sand in the hour glass
i become an orphan
an orphan never forgives
our memories rule us
we live in a barren culture
always thristy..
your lips my water
your life inside me sustains me
we bang like scoundrels
searching for the other's treasure
I love you ...
966 reads
11 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Sep 2015 2:47am
27th Sep 2015 2:47am
blow
****
...to penetrated by a dark myth and leave it and you empty...*
I try to blow you out of my mind
but my mind keeps replaying the way my skin feels under your punishment
how the pain lingers and turns into something I look forward to
my tongue tied in knots to match the velvet ties capturing my wrists
I try to blow you out of my heart
yet my heart beats full of your obsession and the private school you started in me
i recite "i love you and you only" til my tongue is dry and you are sated, ...
...to penetrated by a dark myth and leave it and you empty...*
I try to blow you out of my mind
but my mind keeps replaying the way my skin feels under your punishment
how the pain lingers and turns into something I look forward to
my tongue tied in knots to match the velvet ties capturing my wrists
I try to blow you out of my heart
yet my heart beats full of your obsession and the private school you started in me
i recite "i love you and you only" til my tongue is dry and you are sated, ...
1028 reads
16 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Sep 2015 1:45am
26th Sep 2015 1:45am
once
upon a time
there was a feeble old woman
whose brain had turned bleaker than plath's last hour
language became a poor substitute for ...
who knows?
she couldn't remember enough to write it down in time
before the thief from the other place came in
to forgive her
all the lamps in her house are always on, and she can't
understand why bogart is on every channel in the same suit
as before
when pistols filled women's purses and men ate sharp
silvery things for breakfast
she stops now, listens.
yes her...
there was a feeble old woman
whose brain had turned bleaker than plath's last hour
language became a poor substitute for ...
who knows?
she couldn't remember enough to write it down in time
before the thief from the other place came in
to forgive her
all the lamps in her house are always on, and she can't
understand why bogart is on every channel in the same suit
as before
when pistols filled women's purses and men ate sharp
silvery things for breakfast
she stops now, listens.
yes her...
731 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Sep 2015 3:26am
24th Sep 2015 3:26am
full moon
my poetry feeds me
tonight
here in this room
silence.
your lips make love
to my second heart
flowering
i am an open window
let you and the moon have
your way
within the kiss of one
is the kiss of the other
i hold my pen with
trembling hand
slick as a womb
writing all i have the
courage to share
your hot breath on
my thighs
i open larger
shameless.
there is no love here
only need
lust ...
1072 reads
18 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2015 3:26am
23rd Sep 2015 3:26am
late bloomer
i sweep up my charred heart
and bid farewell to the holy ideals
carved deep inside my lost youth
*
917 reads
13 Comments
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