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.
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Sep 2015 1:21am
18th Sep 2015 1:21am
pink slipped and prideless
.....
he pinked slipped our affair
hand up
there's nothing more to say, babe
babe.
i kissed his cold palm
until i was warm and hopeful
but he didn't want that anymore
didn't want me to blow my love
into his passion
my head filling his hand
eating his fingers one-at-a-time
so he squashed my stuff into
my golden tote coach bag
but i was never golden enough:
skinny. curly hair. softskullpress poet type.
now i share an apartment with a former bff
i turned her onto my ex and he took the blonde bait
he fucks...
he pinked slipped our affair
hand up
there's nothing more to say, babe
babe.
i kissed his cold palm
until i was warm and hopeful
but he didn't want that anymore
didn't want me to blow my love
into his passion
my head filling his hand
eating his fingers one-at-a-time
so he squashed my stuff into
my golden tote coach bag
but i was never golden enough:
skinny. curly hair. softskullpress poet type.
now i share an apartment with a former bff
i turned her onto my ex and he took the blonde bait
he fucks...
730 reads
17 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Sep 2015 4:51am
15th Sep 2015 4:51am
you kissed me when i was twelve
..
we have become an overnight obsession
you are my cup of midnight
i'm afraid to drink
dreaming of love is easy magic
when we love we stay children
under a flimsy sheet tent
in the middle of the living room
feeling things we don't know.
now older and skinny of heart,
both broken in untouchable places
we meet again at 7 eleven.
each of us tenet-less.
we try to catch the night
in cupped hands
when all we can do is mourn
can we make a life of this?
...
we have become an overnight obsession
you are my cup of midnight
i'm afraid to drink
dreaming of love is easy magic
when we love we stay children
under a flimsy sheet tent
in the middle of the living room
feeling things we don't know.
now older and skinny of heart,
both broken in untouchable places
we meet again at 7 eleven.
each of us tenet-less.
we try to catch the night
in cupped hands
when all we can do is mourn
can we make a life of this?
...
695 reads
13 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Sep 2015 5:01am
14th Sep 2015 5:01am
gathering noelle
..
the measuring rod is placed
where he has demanded
candles fill the room, breathe
an unnameable scent from forever
she skims his bed, shimmering
and glistening from the slow discipline
he meted out earlier, she becomes
tangled in ties and the longest
pearl necklace, her face is moist,
she moans, murmurs his name the
sound of her soft voice opens his heart
his lips continue to navigate her warm
body, lingering on the tenderest points
does she breathe?
he...
the measuring rod is placed
where he has demanded
candles fill the room, breathe
an unnameable scent from forever
she skims his bed, shimmering
and glistening from the slow discipline
he meted out earlier, she becomes
tangled in ties and the longest
pearl necklace, her face is moist,
she moans, murmurs his name the
sound of her soft voice opens his heart
his lips continue to navigate her warm
body, lingering on the tenderest points
does she breathe?
he...
799 reads
11 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Sep 2015 3:44pm
12th Sep 2015 3:44pm
angel dusting
*
*
my
fingertips glow
inside your love
*
*
*
1025 reads
16 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Sep 2015 3:34pm
12th Sep 2015 3:34pm
After The Red Tent
Marriage tent quivers.
Older bride blushes.
Her hopes high as the
desert sand at dusk ~
She sighs I love you.
*
958 reads
16 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Sep 2015 00:31am
9th Sep 2015 00:31am
3 AM
..
when night parts her legs
it may be too much for a mortal to bear
for night will confess the meaning of mystery
and you will become that
it doesn't matter where you were born,
who you loved or who loved you back
night will tell you things that will splay
your mind and heal the earthly heart
the hush of her cleansing breath on your
flesh, will sigh you into rebirth
Mary will feel your...
when night parts her legs
it may be too much for a mortal to bear
for night will confess the meaning of mystery
and you will become that
it doesn't matter where you were born,
who you loved or who loved you back
night will tell you things that will splay
your mind and heal the earthly heart
the hush of her cleansing breath on your
flesh, will sigh you into rebirth
Mary will feel your...
857 reads
23 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Sep 2015 00:38am
8th Sep 2015 00:38am
If
If I fall
and break
will you pick up my heart
first
please?
or will you watch
while
your little lies
my meanness
our nestled words
held to scald the other
stain my once tender skin.
will you forget the love we
rehearsed in our warm bed
if I fall and break
will you pick up
my heart first?
your mouth says yes
my ears hear maybe
if I fall
and break
don't touch my heart.
*
851 reads
22 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Sep 2015 00:28am
6th Sep 2015 00:28am
My Russian Lover
*
He keeps her tied to him
she must never be more
than a breath away.
The gold love bracelets express
his love and ownership. He becomes
aroused each time they tingle.
His rules:
Do not speak unless spoken to.
One meal per day: Pasta only.
Your hair is my job. Do not touch.
Submit one poem every day.
Immobile. She is fastened to his new
sculpture: neck. arms. waist. Thighs ...
He keeps her tied to him
she must never be more
than a breath away.
The gold love bracelets express
his love and ownership. He becomes
aroused each time they tingle.
His rules:
Do not speak unless spoken to.
One meal per day: Pasta only.
Your hair is my job. Do not touch.
Submit one poem every day.
Immobile. She is fastened to his new
sculpture: neck. arms. waist. Thighs ...
2827 reads
19 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
4th Sep 2015 11:58pm
4th Sep 2015 11:58pm
bread and poetry
......
in the burnt eaves
of her mind
midway on a
journey to
herself
she confesses
to stingy silence
breaking hearts of
tea-stained poets
eating
their tiny verses
their boldly
exposed veins
embossed
on crumbling
papery skin
writing ~
kiss
me
lash
me
so she takes
her
broken steps
trailing blood
back to
the
half-light
in her mind.
.....
in the burnt eaves
of her mind
midway on a
journey to
herself
she confesses
to stingy silence
breaking hearts of
tea-stained poets
eating
their tiny verses
their boldly
exposed veins
embossed
on crumbling
papery skin
writing ~
kiss
me
lash
me
so she takes
her
broken steps
trailing blood
back to
the
half-light
in her mind.
.....
887 reads
16 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2015 1:06am
3rd Sep 2015 1:06am
full
I am full of your church
full from the water in the bowl between your thighs
full of your tongue so cool, so slow, so arrogant
I am ripening
ripening
...
710 reads
12 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2015 00:04am
2nd Sep 2015 00:04am
Violet Strings
......
I.
The keen-eyed puppeteer
is crushed-leaf-fallen.
The slick violet strings he held
are uncontrollable and have
cut into his skin.
Memories.Pulling her strings.
Taut. Dominating her mind, her
body taking this as a sign. followed.
II.
Her whispers and whimpers still bell
inside his head, like a half-forgotten
childhood prayer. His days once
measusred by her bowed head.
Oh! her hair.
He's become obsessed with her
ordinary face, dark wood eyes, lips
the color of blood.
Return. She must....
I.
The keen-eyed puppeteer
is crushed-leaf-fallen.
The slick violet strings he held
are uncontrollable and have
cut into his skin.
Memories.Pulling her strings.
Taut. Dominating her mind, her
body taking this as a sign. followed.
II.
Her whispers and whimpers still bell
inside his head, like a half-forgotten
childhood prayer. His days once
measusred by her bowed head.
Oh! her hair.
He's become obsessed with her
ordinary face, dark wood eyes, lips
the color of blood.
Return. She must....
782 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Sep 2015 11:00pm
1st Sep 2015 11:00pm
the late late poem
once while I
slept his mouth
played riddles in
the well of my being
impossible riddles
without answers
night time taunts
licked my thin
self-esteem
until i
opened up
later,
while scribbling on the web
i come
*
654 reads
10 Comments
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