Submissions by upomeno
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Jul 2017 4:57am
11th Jul 2017 4:57am
Drenched
She wanted to watch
My long strokes
With quick smooth twists
Around the head
Of my hard cock
She said it makes her ache
To see
I had to check
I asked her to lift her skirt
Revealing her mound
And lips begging to be parted
I slid a finger in her pussy
She moaned and sighed
In relief and rapture
I withdrew my finger from her pussy
And into my mouth
I quivered
My long strokes
With quick smooth twists
Around the head
Of my hard cock
She said it makes her ache
To see
I had to check
I asked her to lift her skirt
Revealing her mound
And lips begging to be parted
I slid a finger in her pussy
She moaned and sighed
In relief and rapture
I withdrew my finger from her pussy
And into my mouth
I quivered
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Jul 2017 2:53am
10th Jul 2017 2:53am
Goodbye Kitty
I stood there
Watching you start dinner
In your kitchen
And you were preoccupied with
Giving my house key back.
I had the premonition
That the image of you
Preparing food
Wearing your aquamarine tank top
adorably inside out
And Hello Kitty pajamas
Slightly messy black hair
And ever-present seeing glasses
Would be my last vision of you.
And my heart sunk with dread.
I could not stay anymore
Saturn with his scythe has come to sever
The weeds I have nurtured
And reality has come to deliver ...
Watching you start dinner
In your kitchen
And you were preoccupied with
Giving my house key back.
I had the premonition
That the image of you
Preparing food
Wearing your aquamarine tank top
adorably inside out
And Hello Kitty pajamas
Slightly messy black hair
And ever-present seeing glasses
Would be my last vision of you.
And my heart sunk with dread.
I could not stay anymore
Saturn with his scythe has come to sever
The weeds I have nurtured
And reality has come to deliver ...
998 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Jul 2017 5:45am
9th Jul 2017 5:45am
Liar
In my kitchen of emotions
and thoughts
I will mix one part truth serum
with three parts sugar
If I heat them up to the right temperature
It will dissolve the bitter
They should marry into a sweet flavor
Of obtuse honesty to savor
I have tried offering straight pieces of kale,
cinnamon, cranberries or brussel sprouts
But no one can eat these straight
And their mouths shrivel up and make them pout
As a gourmet chef i create something tasty
For the palette to enjoy and linger
And scrape the bottom of the...
and thoughts
I will mix one part truth serum
with three parts sugar
If I heat them up to the right temperature
It will dissolve the bitter
They should marry into a sweet flavor
Of obtuse honesty to savor
I have tried offering straight pieces of kale,
cinnamon, cranberries or brussel sprouts
But no one can eat these straight
And their mouths shrivel up and make them pout
As a gourmet chef i create something tasty
For the palette to enjoy and linger
And scrape the bottom of the...
642 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
9th Jul 2017 5:22am
9th Jul 2017 5:22am
I Miss that Annoying Bitch
Hounding me at least five times a day
"Do you love me?"
Wanting me to answer in the affirmative.
By the sixth or seventh time I have to say it with anger
YES!!
God dammit!!
And I resume what I was doing
Only to be distracted one more time
For affection
and kisses
and hugs
and getting you water
and getting up again for chocolate.
I can't do this anymore! Where is my time?
Where do I get my sense of self?
I want my creativity to flourish and be supported!
Encouraged!
But not until I get you a cup a tea. ...
"Do you love me?"
Wanting me to answer in the affirmative.
By the sixth or seventh time I have to say it with anger
YES!!
God dammit!!
And I resume what I was doing
Only to be distracted one more time
For affection
and kisses
and hugs
and getting you water
and getting up again for chocolate.
I can't do this anymore! Where is my time?
Where do I get my sense of self?
I want my creativity to flourish and be supported!
Encouraged!
But not until I get you a cup a tea. ...
754 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jun 2017 5:25am
30th Jun 2017 5:25am
Thank you
You are welcome.
I know its been hard. Maybe harder than I expected.
But part of me felt it was necessary.
Because I do love you.
I want you to grow.
Maybe its selfish of me to feel like it has to happen.
Or want it to happen.
That I want to see you aspire to an intelligent, professional and beautifully confident woman.
Maybe thats too fatherly as well.
But I selfishly want that.
So sometimes I want you to find the inspiration in yourself
to examine your insecurities and turn them into strengths.
To bring out your social prowess...
I know its been hard. Maybe harder than I expected.
But part of me felt it was necessary.
Because I do love you.
I want you to grow.
Maybe its selfish of me to feel like it has to happen.
Or want it to happen.
That I want to see you aspire to an intelligent, professional and beautifully confident woman.
Maybe thats too fatherly as well.
But I selfishly want that.
So sometimes I want you to find the inspiration in yourself
to examine your insecurities and turn them into strengths.
To bring out your social prowess...
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ANGER POEM
Published
27th Jun 2017 11:47pm
27th Jun 2017 11:47pm
By the Hair Of Your Ass
You find ways to misinterpret all of my words
As mean and uncaring
Disinterested, unloving
Passive and distant
When you never reconsider
That they are your words
Your petty insecurities
Held on by a single hair of fear
That is appears like the thickest rope
Complaining that life stinks
And full of shit
As everyone dumps their mishaps all over you
So you never have a fighting chance
But if you opened your eyes
You would find
That you are just shitting on yourself
Each time you pull your own hair ...
As mean and uncaring
Disinterested, unloving
Passive and distant
When you never reconsider
That they are your words
Your petty insecurities
Held on by a single hair of fear
That is appears like the thickest rope
Complaining that life stinks
And full of shit
As everyone dumps their mishaps all over you
So you never have a fighting chance
But if you opened your eyes
You would find
That you are just shitting on yourself
Each time you pull your own hair ...
784 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2017 4:54am
23rd Jun 2017 4:54am
Breaking the Sphere of Comfort
The fish swims in its small, glass bowl
Where everything is clear
Chasing the tail of the other fish on the other side
To stop itself from swimming in circles
Periodically
Nibbling from food that falls from above
Over the course of time
It's a fun game
Until you get bloated on repetition
The same food.
In the midst of troubleshooting a way out
In a circular world
Getting out means breaking the glass
Risk making a mess
And letting the water flow everywhere
Unbridled, unbiased
While I flop around gasping...
Where everything is clear
Chasing the tail of the other fish on the other side
To stop itself from swimming in circles
Periodically
Nibbling from food that falls from above
Over the course of time
It's a fun game
Until you get bloated on repetition
The same food.
In the midst of troubleshooting a way out
In a circular world
Getting out means breaking the glass
Risk making a mess
And letting the water flow everywhere
Unbridled, unbiased
While I flop around gasping...
771 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2017 2:25am
22nd Jun 2017 2:25am
Pen & Keyboard
My ball lays on the surface
Rolling smooth to the stream
of the current
Static cling to the next
seemingly relevant point
An exploration, really...
Trying to get beyond this
superficial layer of paper-thin happiness
Pounding the black squares
To penetrate the letters with my fingertips
To force the matter out and splatter a digital screen
Through key strokes and finger manipulation
I hope the depth transcend to a dreamy reality
Cloud-like in its tangibility.
Ideal in its execution.
Earth shaking in its revolution.
Rolling smooth to the stream
of the current
Static cling to the next
seemingly relevant point
An exploration, really...
Trying to get beyond this
superficial layer of paper-thin happiness
Pounding the black squares
To penetrate the letters with my fingertips
To force the matter out and splatter a digital screen
Through key strokes and finger manipulation
I hope the depth transcend to a dreamy reality
Cloud-like in its tangibility.
Ideal in its execution.
Earth shaking in its revolution.
730 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Sep 2016 2:33pm
6th Sep 2016 2:33pm
Is that a storm in the distance or is that just me?
The birds chirping are muted by the vrooms
This usual morning
Neighbors too far away to say howdy
I don't even know their names
As they hop in their four-wheeled bubble
Off to some idea of satisfaction and contentment
A socially responsible thing to do
And I watch
From my dusty barn
Taking the last few puffs of my cigarette
Before doing my own thing
Not caring about the lives of these small towners
While my thoughts drown the audible ambiance
About my place here
This town, this stage of my life
Whether this is my destiny or just...
This usual morning
Neighbors too far away to say howdy
I don't even know their names
As they hop in their four-wheeled bubble
Off to some idea of satisfaction and contentment
A socially responsible thing to do
And I watch
From my dusty barn
Taking the last few puffs of my cigarette
Before doing my own thing
Not caring about the lives of these small towners
While my thoughts drown the audible ambiance
About my place here
This town, this stage of my life
Whether this is my destiny or just...
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Aug 2016 2:40pm
18th Aug 2016 2:40pm
Where is now?
It has come over me
A soft, dark warmth
Rubbing my shoulders
In a soggy mixture of love and disparity
Showing me tenderness
Showing me practicality of basic living
Showing me the Saturnalia of a life
that grieves for no one's death
Mourning over my past
While being suffocated by the future
There is no room for the present
Which was squeezed out of consciousness long ago
When the Gods had split from their union
And keeping the trust with them
So no one can overcome their insecurities
And leaving a path of blood and...
A soft, dark warmth
Rubbing my shoulders
In a soggy mixture of love and disparity
Showing me tenderness
Showing me practicality of basic living
Showing me the Saturnalia of a life
that grieves for no one's death
Mourning over my past
While being suffocated by the future
There is no room for the present
Which was squeezed out of consciousness long ago
When the Gods had split from their union
And keeping the trust with them
So no one can overcome their insecurities
And leaving a path of blood and...
768 reads
7 Comments
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