Submissions by waggy (Disillusion_Ment)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am a rank amateur, a Johnny-come-lately to writing. I have no education or experience in the skills of prose or poetry and so will gladly accept all the help and advice that others are willing to share.
Poetic Seduction
It was a meeting long thought about in both of our minds.
Written seduction.
Invoking in you what would be a moment of feeling totally lucid and yet hallucinating.
A moment that was close to becoming real
A short, intimate poem,
gave wings to the desire that hung in the corner of the house
You could not remember
just how good the feeling of being invaded was.
Speaking aloud the words of love
did wonders, sending shivers down through your spine
and then, I was there.
I felt drunk, an overload of all the senses
My hands, the hands that had...
Written seduction.
Invoking in you what would be a moment of feeling totally lucid and yet hallucinating.
A moment that was close to becoming real
A short, intimate poem,
gave wings to the desire that hung in the corner of the house
You could not remember
just how good the feeling of being invaded was.
Speaking aloud the words of love
did wonders, sending shivers down through your spine
and then, I was there.
I felt drunk, an overload of all the senses
My hands, the hands that had...
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Puppetress
The Puppetress pulled the strings of connection.
The fawning courtiers jerked to attention,
craving for the infection of her affections,
Her stage direction demanded perfection,
but her inspection of their erections,
caused the dejection of rejection.
Little boys, vying for the Queen's adoration,
their erotic fixation on her flirtatious narration,
induced the invocation of mass masturbation.
Their demonstration of juvenile ministrations,
went from the elation of veneration
to the amputation of castration.
Snip went the scissors, slash...
The fawning courtiers jerked to attention,
craving for the infection of her affections,
Her stage direction demanded perfection,
but her inspection of their erections,
caused the dejection of rejection.
Little boys, vying for the Queen's adoration,
their erotic fixation on her flirtatious narration,
induced the invocation of mass masturbation.
Their demonstration of juvenile ministrations,
went from the elation of veneration
to the amputation of castration.
Snip went the scissors, slash...
915 reads
5 Comments
Parting
I stood in the rain and watched you walk away, walk out of my life. I wanted to scream out, to ask you not to leave but pride silenced my tongue and the words became chocked and muted. I hated you then, just for a split second, I actually felt hate. But then I realised I hated myself more for not trying harder, for not loving you enough to make you want to stay.
I prayed to all the Gods that you would turn round and look back, but you carried on. The rain became harder as though the sky was weeping at this parting. As you disappeared from my sight I looked up – the stars were going...
I prayed to all the Gods that you would turn round and look back, but you carried on. The rain became harder as though the sky was weeping at this parting. As you disappeared from my sight I looked up – the stars were going...
942 reads
8 Comments
Sensing Fire within Dreams
965 reads
4 Comments
Morning Visions of Oklahoma
1114 reads
1 Comment
Jackhammer Revenge
825 reads
2 Comments
I Hear You
I hear you.
I hear your voice on the edge of the wind,
whispering long, slow words of love.
Phrases of passion, fluttering like leaves
disturbed by a passing breath
I hear you.
I monitor the words you speak to my heart,
syllables of the dreams, lust and desires,
that will one day be ours to share.
I hear you.
I listen to you talking of our bodies entwined
your skin shivering at the thought of my touch
at the thought of our two, becoming one entity.
I hear you.
I eavesdrop on the visions of a thousand...
I hear your voice on the edge of the wind,
whispering long, slow words of love.
Phrases of passion, fluttering like leaves
disturbed by a passing breath
I hear you.
I monitor the words you speak to my heart,
syllables of the dreams, lust and desires,
that will one day be ours to share.
I hear you.
I listen to you talking of our bodies entwined
your skin shivering at the thought of my touch
at the thought of our two, becoming one entity.
I hear you.
I eavesdrop on the visions of a thousand...
892 reads
5 Comments
FooFoo
She lives in a constant state of heightened fear,
tear-tracks cutting lines through the cheap veneer.
Hiding away from life, her soul's in retraction,
Fearing for her sanity because of her own inaction
My soul goes out to her, with her emaciated frame.
I feel so much empathetic love, feel her tortured pain.
I don’t believe she will ever trust me with her given name,
But we walk along the same cliff-top, on the edge of insane
I’m in a far better place than she is currently residing,
even the psych-suits admit that her life is nosediving.
I...
tear-tracks cutting lines through the cheap veneer.
Hiding away from life, her soul's in retraction,
Fearing for her sanity because of her own inaction
My soul goes out to her, with her emaciated frame.
I feel so much empathetic love, feel her tortured pain.
I don’t believe she will ever trust me with her given name,
But we walk along the same cliff-top, on the edge of insane
I’m in a far better place than she is currently residing,
even the psych-suits admit that her life is nosediving.
I...
905 reads
2 Comments
Elemental Love
1711 reads
2 Comments
The First Time
1140 reads
1 Comment
Because...
Because you have the gift to reflect
on what the word 'love' truly means.
Because you know how to imagine and
narrate the most beautiful dreams.
Because you give the world the best
so that they believe in a love that is real.
Because you imagine a more beautiful
future for those that suffer loves ordeal.
Because you write of an earthly paradise
that has never visited your own home.
Because you know the hidden secrets
of the human heart, yet remain alone.
Because you share your boundless enthusiasm ...
on what the word 'love' truly means.
Because you know how to imagine and
narrate the most beautiful dreams.
Because you give the world the best
so that they believe in a love that is real.
Because you imagine a more beautiful
future for those that suffer loves ordeal.
Because you write of an earthly paradise
that has never visited your own home.
Because you know the hidden secrets
of the human heart, yet remain alone.
Because you share your boundless enthusiasm ...
733 reads
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Purging the Hate
I was raised in the slums at the back of beyond,
Assumed the role of nothing, just some cruel bastard's son.
I dreamed of being an Abel but instead became Cain
The kind of kid that proved 'useful' every now and again.
I detest the person that you forced me to become
Regarded as being simple because I remained dumb.
This magpie-child flew in the shallowest of dreams
Eking out an existence on the edge of extremes
Now I return to haunt you, cloaked in perfect disguise
The revelation too late to save you as I materialize.
How do you evade this...
Assumed the role of nothing, just some cruel bastard's son.
I dreamed of being an Abel but instead became Cain
The kind of kid that proved 'useful' every now and again.
I detest the person that you forced me to become
Regarded as being simple because I remained dumb.
This magpie-child flew in the shallowest of dreams
Eking out an existence on the edge of extremes
Now I return to haunt you, cloaked in perfect disguise
The revelation too late to save you as I materialize.
How do you evade this...
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