Submissions by sooterella
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
you tell me. i've been figuring it out for well over a decade.
insanity vs. reality and how they marry
"my heart says forget me, and my soul says never let me go"
there were words once trapped inside me like a sad,
dreamless genie
these 13 words longed to taste yours
to know by heart your pulse and rhythm, to linger on your bastard tongue, buzzing
breathing in your amber waves, caressing encouraging the sparks of light in you that inspire and play with shadow
these words have dyed my cheeks a pretty prayer filled pink, journeyed to you tangled in the coarse hair of wild horses, braided into the glass hands of sea clouds, in the desperation of...
there were words once trapped inside me like a sad,
dreamless genie
these 13 words longed to taste yours
to know by heart your pulse and rhythm, to linger on your bastard tongue, buzzing
breathing in your amber waves, caressing encouraging the sparks of light in you that inspire and play with shadow
these words have dyed my cheeks a pretty prayer filled pink, journeyed to you tangled in the coarse hair of wild horses, braided into the glass hands of sea clouds, in the desperation of...
896 reads
2 Comments
she took satan as her lover
god flames curdle on my tongue
like gypsy tears
i would light a candle for us,
but it was all in my head
how my body was your temple
and you came to pray
burning us both alive
in your ritual dance
i bookmarked your kiss because
it is my favorite poem
stormy and threadbare
losing its fight against erosion
but still i feel the rasp of your sigh on the back of my thighs
worship is never a small thing
for sluts like me
it's made of caspian salt crusted to peacock lashes, gnashing zipper teeth
fairy hells inside you and...
like gypsy tears
i would light a candle for us,
but it was all in my head
how my body was your temple
and you came to pray
burning us both alive
in your ritual dance
i bookmarked your kiss because
it is my favorite poem
stormy and threadbare
losing its fight against erosion
but still i feel the rasp of your sigh on the back of my thighs
worship is never a small thing
for sluts like me
it's made of caspian salt crusted to peacock lashes, gnashing zipper teeth
fairy hells inside you and...
898 reads
3 Comments
how to be the maze and the minotaur
it amused him to make confetti of my wings and hips
to be the illustrator of my dreams
only to watch my eyelids spasm
as he kept the torch
steady in my hands
the symphony of pain was ribbons
of oasis threading themselves through my ribs,
i wore my hurt like a corset
i couldn't breathe
only blink and smile for everyone
i thought, "this is happiness, being protected
from a long lasting oasis
that will only dry up
and leave me thirsting for more fiction
this is
Truth
life
being loved"
murdered...
to be the illustrator of my dreams
only to watch my eyelids spasm
as he kept the torch
steady in my hands
the symphony of pain was ribbons
of oasis threading themselves through my ribs,
i wore my hurt like a corset
i couldn't breathe
only blink and smile for everyone
i thought, "this is happiness, being protected
from a long lasting oasis
that will only dry up
and leave me thirsting for more fiction
this is
Truth
life
being loved"
murdered...
1146 reads
11 Comments
the tragic necessity of white lies
1099 reads
3 Comments
how to recall my love
i had a dream
you made love to me
in the house of the rising sun
where shadows crept
and spiders wept
as we both came undone
i felt you before i saw you
your talon tasting my pulse
i smiled
and reached behind your neck
to search your spine
for the music i'd left as a moon freckle there so many times before
how i'd played you like my violin
each melody
that rose from me
creating a black diamond star
smoke pours into your mouth
from mine
married with sorrow, grief,
and love
a love you forgot you knew...
you made love to me
in the house of the rising sun
where shadows crept
and spiders wept
as we both came undone
i felt you before i saw you
your talon tasting my pulse
i smiled
and reached behind your neck
to search your spine
for the music i'd left as a moon freckle there so many times before
how i'd played you like my violin
each melody
that rose from me
creating a black diamond star
smoke pours into your mouth
from mine
married with sorrow, grief,
and love
a love you forgot you knew...
995 reads
2 Comments
grumpy teddy bear wizard
921 reads
7 Comments
f**k me. i was the knife
972 reads
5 Comments
going mad
Dear Anne Sexton,
reading you at 4am is like rosary beads on a feverish tummy
I'm writing on graph paper
because I can't find anything else
except pages and pages of beauty
in which to reside
so I write my own
and summon your ghost
i can feel the dying in me collide with the sky
the hard wood against my spine
that bruises in grave lilies
is it true that a man has 3 great loves in his life?
1.
his mother
with breasts like empty flasks
blinking sagely at the hiddenmost cupboards
of regret
regret is a...
reading you at 4am is like rosary beads on a feverish tummy
I'm writing on graph paper
because I can't find anything else
except pages and pages of beauty
in which to reside
so I write my own
and summon your ghost
i can feel the dying in me collide with the sky
the hard wood against my spine
that bruises in grave lilies
is it true that a man has 3 great loves in his life?
1.
his mother
with breasts like empty flasks
blinking sagely at the hiddenmost cupboards
of regret
regret is a...
#AnneSexton
1291 reads
6 Comments
damn, this high is beautiful
1262 reads
8 Comments
how i became you
1036 reads
8 Comments
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