Submissions by teewilly
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
A Thousand Times a Day
If I am one to say I love you,
as often as 1000 times a day,
then let me say these words,
and never turn me away.
If you're the one to never whisper,
all the romantic words and such,
then I will understand by your touch.
It takes all kinds of love to survive,
life’s many ups and downs.
For those facing reality,
and the ones like me whose feet never touch the ground.
as often as 1000 times a day,
then let me say these words,
and never turn me away.
If you're the one to never whisper,
all the romantic words and such,
then I will understand by your touch.
It takes all kinds of love to survive,
life’s many ups and downs.
For those facing reality,
and the ones like me whose feet never touch the ground.
#happiness
#love
#hope #emotions
#hope #emotions
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Kansas Avenue
Kansas Avenue sucks
I wish I didn’t live here
Its suburban and clean-looking enough
But do its inhabitants know that it is evil, wanton, duplicitous, insane, dirty, and rude?
Reasonable people do not abide here
There is a lump in my throat,
choking on vomit and
choking back tears.
I pray for the end of days, a flood,
a huge fire and sinkhole
to devour this sin.
I wish I didn’t live here
Its suburban and clean-looking enough
But do its inhabitants know that it is evil, wanton, duplicitous, insane, dirty, and rude?
Reasonable people do not abide here
There is a lump in my throat,
choking on vomit and
choking back tears.
I pray for the end of days, a flood,
a huge fire and sinkhole
to devour this sin.
#hate
#tragedy
#suffering
375 reads
2 Comments
MOTHERWOLF
Her love for me smells like tobacco smoke,
Like junipers from the gin her insides are soaked in,
Like the money she gives me to buy groceries for the week.
Her love is the promise that she’ll continue to work in spite of her hangovers,
And dark nights spent hearing crying, wailing
over the absences of love, worship and
adoration of our fathers that didn’t stay,
And the dry heaves we would hear on nights even darker still.
My mother is my home,
my muse,
my meat,
my sweets and
my crypt.
Like junipers from the gin her insides are soaked in,
Like the money she gives me to buy groceries for the week.
Her love is the promise that she’ll continue to work in spite of her hangovers,
And dark nights spent hearing crying, wailing
over the absences of love, worship and
adoration of our fathers that didn’t stay,
And the dry heaves we would hear on nights even darker still.
My mother is my home,
my muse,
my meat,
my sweets and
my crypt.
#sadness
#dark
#parent
#motherhood
#hell
540 reads
5 Comments
With Abandon
With abandon, I seek you
With abandon, I want you
With abandon, I will find you
With abandon, I will love you
With abandon, I will explore you
With abandon, I will conquer you
With abandon, I will break you
With abandon, I will tire of you
With abandon, I will leave you
With abandon, you will know me.
With abandon, I want you
With abandon, I will find you
With abandon, I will love you
With abandon, I will explore you
With abandon, I will conquer you
With abandon, I will break you
With abandon, I will tire of you
With abandon, I will leave you
With abandon, you will know me.
#regret
#heartbroken
#confusion
#despair
#emptiness
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