Submissions by synne_r (Synne)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Dark December
i]
Dig in deeper with those lips till I am
Firm with bruised kisses,
I want to taste the darkness inside your mouth.
Slap me around with your
Sensuous finger of steam
Wet with feelings;
But we're talking too much
Into each other's teeth,
Let's save some words for the
Silence between our breaths.
I want to push into you
And pull away from myself,
Create a knot of our language and morph
Into your passive aggressive.
[ii]
I'm sewing shut the lips
Succulent of poison's grim tear...
Dig in deeper with those lips till I am
Firm with bruised kisses,
I want to taste the darkness inside your mouth.
Slap me around with your
Sensuous finger of steam
Wet with feelings;
But we're talking too much
Into each other's teeth,
Let's save some words for the
Silence between our breaths.
I want to push into you
And pull away from myself,
Create a knot of our language and morph
Into your passive aggressive.
[ii]
I'm sewing shut the lips
Succulent of poison's grim tear...
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Pyromaniac
Never should a spark be undermined;
You never know when it'll blaze up to sear you its
Dancing naked flames, and blow
Ashes into your blind eyes.
You never see a fire from its humble beginning.
he never said once to burn a hole through my belief;
I only felt the scorching friction of our souls
and said it hurts so good to melt away
as something ignited between us and flared up above our skin
feelings combusting in and out of our mouths-
he should have tasted the charred lips I toasted upon his fire
and whisper
"Never...
You never know when it'll blaze up to sear you its
Dancing naked flames, and blow
Ashes into your blind eyes.
You never see a fire from its humble beginning.
he never said once to burn a hole through my belief;
I only felt the scorching friction of our souls
and said it hurts so good to melt away
as something ignited between us and flared up above our skin
feelings combusting in and out of our mouths-
he should have tasted the charred lips I toasted upon his fire
and whisper
"Never...
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Ghost
Something about this wind feels alive,
The greyer skies
Tastes bluntly of tears in every breeze.
Caressing through the strands of my hair
Like an overbearing lover with a tight embrace;
Kissing dead branches in a reminiscent touch
Trailing cold fingers across the
Body of our dream.
From the foggy puddle between our toes to
Swirl of lonely smoke,
Ashen bricks to the
Anorexic ivy curls-
Everybody's clutching to these moments
Haunting as a smudge of grave.
There's something alive about this
Wind that tastes of death;
Bare, pale and...
The greyer skies
Tastes bluntly of tears in every breeze.
Caressing through the strands of my hair
Like an overbearing lover with a tight embrace;
Kissing dead branches in a reminiscent touch
Trailing cold fingers across the
Body of our dream.
From the foggy puddle between our toes to
Swirl of lonely smoke,
Ashen bricks to the
Anorexic ivy curls-
Everybody's clutching to these moments
Haunting as a smudge of grave.
There's something alive about this
Wind that tastes of death;
Bare, pale and...
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Hooker
i]
I'm tired of being me around you,
you strip
the stranger off of my chest
and expose
the innermost vulnerable parts
groping away comfort as I know it
-it; the wishful thinking
of how I'd like to
be your best punch line and
tie a ribbon around that smirk (as I take over..)
be that vulgar thought and
lie above your goosebumps (as night takes over..)
You take away the personality
and leave my mouth a
Fill In The Blanks
(or is it to leave room for a little something else?)
-as I stutter
dying...
I'm tired of being me around you,
you strip
the stranger off of my chest
and expose
the innermost vulnerable parts
groping away comfort as I know it
-it; the wishful thinking
of how I'd like to
be your best punch line and
tie a ribbon around that smirk (as I take over..)
be that vulgar thought and
lie above your goosebumps (as night takes over..)
You take away the personality
and leave my mouth a
Fill In The Blanks
(or is it to leave room for a little something else?)
-as I stutter
dying...
1345 reads
10 Comments
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