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.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2015 4:11pm
22nd Aug 2015 4:11pm
Sudden Rhapsody
I drew lines around me and you crossed each one.
Then like a sparrow you fell.
So I scooped you off the streets and
into my danger zone called a heart.
Our relationship held shadows at first.
Each of us closeting your tender stripes of pain.
Then one morning you sang to me in a clear, honest voice.
And all by defenses bottomed out.
I've acquired a taste for you darling.
A songbird that collasped upon my lap, my life.
Our cherished sex is unnameable and fulfilled each night.
Though I may be on top, baby I love you from the bottom
of my...
Then like a sparrow you fell.
So I scooped you off the streets and
into my danger zone called a heart.
Our relationship held shadows at first.
Each of us closeting your tender stripes of pain.
Then one morning you sang to me in a clear, honest voice.
And all by defenses bottomed out.
I've acquired a taste for you darling.
A songbird that collasped upon my lap, my life.
Our cherished sex is unnameable and fulfilled each night.
Though I may be on top, baby I love you from the bottom
of my...
741 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Aug 2015 11:33pm
21st Aug 2015 11:33pm
tangled knots
a heart that's been used
is covered with brambles
searching for her true muse
a heart that's been used
never forgets the abuse
her life in shambles
a heart that's been used
is covered with brambles
...
is covered with brambles
searching for her true muse
a heart that's been used
never forgets the abuse
her life in shambles
a heart that's been used
is covered with brambles
...
595 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Aug 2015 00:37am
21st Aug 2015 00:37am
The Falconer
sitting on the floor at barnes & noble
wearing black cashmere sweater, thigh hi
brown leather boots...the same leather and
color as his dicipline "helper"
she looks up and quickly averts her eyes
scribbles in a slim notebook
biting her lips
...
slowly he primes her
sharpens his pen
his eyes eat her desire
her bowed head, flushed throat
he smiles inside:
introspective poets are
prime submissives
3 months later:
thea is at the proper weight
her lips plump, trained to remain...
wearing black cashmere sweater, thigh hi
brown leather boots...the same leather and
color as his dicipline "helper"
she looks up and quickly averts her eyes
scribbles in a slim notebook
biting her lips
...
slowly he primes her
sharpens his pen
his eyes eat her desire
her bowed head, flushed throat
he smiles inside:
introspective poets are
prime submissives
3 months later:
thea is at the proper weight
her lips plump, trained to remain...
772 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Aug 2015 4:53pm
20th Aug 2015 4:53pm
learning to make love
in the sweetest pith
of my pain
i learn to sleep inside
your obsession
i've developed a desire
for the edge of pleasure
the lingering tattoos
of your poetry
your voice an exquisite
taste in my mouth
holy and undeniable
baptizes me
again
and
again
{pom poem- after Ahavati comment - Ty A.
697 reads
16 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Aug 2015 00:26am
20th Aug 2015 00:26am
on compassion
you
love me
past my endurance
i
eat
stars.
686 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Aug 2015 00:20am
20th Aug 2015 00:20am
my turn
always wanted to be
the lover to end it
the cool one
unbothered by
pleas of lets-make-it-work
collecting tears in a glass vase
I prayed: dear God, make me
David, let me slay the
uber-lover with golden hands,
a mouth to rival Zeus
allow me to pull the sky over lover's
arrogant head become a nightingale
singing my lover into submission
leave love marks wherever I please
until the flesh is abalone shiny
electric, teased to perfection
and one bite on a trembling lip
becomes fatal
...
the lover to end it
the cool one
unbothered by
pleas of lets-make-it-work
collecting tears in a glass vase
I prayed: dear God, make me
David, let me slay the
uber-lover with golden hands,
a mouth to rival Zeus
allow me to pull the sky over lover's
arrogant head become a nightingale
singing my lover into submission
leave love marks wherever I please
until the flesh is abalone shiny
electric, teased to perfection
and one bite on a trembling lip
becomes fatal
...
883 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Aug 2015 11:55pm
18th Aug 2015 11:55pm
note to an ex-lover
breathing
fills me up
with desire
for you
i long for
asphyxiation
fills me up
with desire
for you
i long for
asphyxiation
927 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Aug 2015 11:26pm
17th Aug 2015 11:26pm
When I was Lore
have you ever felt this:
people walking through you
as if you are
a cloud fallen to earth
unanchored and alone
hidden in the murmurs of others
breathing through holes in
the hearts of addicts
addicts can see me and so
can the insane and little
children see everyone
my favorite addict is Oz
thin as a reed and a survivor
she found a gang of sweaters and
leggins and stole a pair of uggs
for me because Strand wants
employees to dress artsy
i love books, they're my small...
people walking through you
as if you are
a cloud fallen to earth
unanchored and alone
hidden in the murmurs of others
breathing through holes in
the hearts of addicts
addicts can see me and so
can the insane and little
children see everyone
my favorite addict is Oz
thin as a reed and a survivor
she found a gang of sweaters and
leggins and stole a pair of uggs
for me because Strand wants
employees to dress artsy
i love books, they're my small...
701 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Aug 2015 00:31am
16th Aug 2015 00:31am
silly love poem
More than your
voice at midnight
Perhaps more than
your hands in my hair
Even more than your
tight fingers on my
pulse points
So much more than
your arrogant tongue
marching everywhere
Your words, oh your words!
words I have dreamed about
since a teen
Tonight the echo scarf
you gave me will be
used quite willingly
...echoes of O inform
all our needs
For more than I can
poem, I long for thee
glaze me with your love
for all the world to see.
voice at midnight
Perhaps more than
your hands in my hair
Even more than your
tight fingers on my
pulse points
So much more than
your arrogant tongue
marching everywhere
Your words, oh your words!
words I have dreamed about
since a teen
Tonight the echo scarf
you gave me will be
used quite willingly
...echoes of O inform
all our needs
For more than I can
poem, I long for thee
glaze me with your love
for all the world to see.
610 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Aug 2015 00:07am
16th Aug 2015 00:07am
ode
the surface is
smooth
beguiling
undertones of
an implied threat
that's exciting
why?
handfulls of
darkness
a willing partner
in my silent
inner-ness
marries me
spills seeds
at my feet
i ripen
into this new
being
seal my sexual
from the first heart
to my other
smaller heart
anxious
frightened
to become known
to shake my leaves
until there are none
denuded
would I rather vanish
than be known?
hush.
little...
smooth
beguiling
undertones of
an implied threat
that's exciting
why?
handfulls of
darkness
a willing partner
in my silent
inner-ness
marries me
spills seeds
at my feet
i ripen
into this new
being
seal my sexual
from the first heart
to my other
smaller heart
anxious
frightened
to become known
to shake my leaves
until there are none
denuded
would I rather vanish
than be known?
hush.
little...
697 reads
7 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
15th Aug 2015 00:18am
15th Aug 2015 00:18am
Some Days : A Dark Story
Sometimes the days play tricks
and end up falling in love with each other;
or just plain acting out
slipping past midnight with another day's
heart, minus their own
Monday's breasts in Tuesday's mouth.
Monday on the heels of Tuesdays 12:01
drags in a garland of rain water blood red
curling leaves
Tuesday's waist length hair threaded with
sticky glitter and tiny children's name tags
they'll wear each others hours while making
love in the eaves of Wednesday's sorrow
who is known around the week as April Showers
while sweet...
and end up falling in love with each other;
or just plain acting out
slipping past midnight with another day's
heart, minus their own
Monday's breasts in Tuesday's mouth.
Monday on the heels of Tuesdays 12:01
drags in a garland of rain water blood red
curling leaves
Tuesday's waist length hair threaded with
sticky glitter and tiny children's name tags
they'll wear each others hours while making
love in the eaves of Wednesday's sorrow
who is known around the week as April Showers
while sweet...
689 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Aug 2015 4:09pm
13th Aug 2015 4:09pm
august
august heat
long walk home
empty hands
long walk home
empty hands
577 reads
10 Comments
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