Submissions by whereworthlives
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hello I am the awkward/strange woman. Writing is my escape. In a way the writing release these feelings. Thanks you
f**king A Virgin
Fucking A Virgin”
Expose your love to me
Give it to me raw he said
I need a touch more deeper than hands gliding on skin
Open your heart for only me
Remind me of a thing call honesty
I am tired of open legs begging for me to dive in
Lips telling me I can suck you soo good
I prefer you suck yourself
Give me a short story of your long tale he said
I’ve never regret not swimming into shallow waters
Not easily seduced by skin and curves
If Breast and vagina could speak I’m sure it would say devour me
I taste nothing before knowing it...
Expose your love to me
Give it to me raw he said
I need a touch more deeper than hands gliding on skin
Open your heart for only me
Remind me of a thing call honesty
I am tired of open legs begging for me to dive in
Lips telling me I can suck you soo good
I prefer you suck yourself
Give me a short story of your long tale he said
I’ve never regret not swimming into shallow waters
Not easily seduced by skin and curves
If Breast and vagina could speak I’m sure it would say devour me
I taste nothing before knowing it...
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That Moment
That Moment”’
That moment when you remember something funny and chuckle to yourself
That moment when you reach too far and just figure out you forgotten something
That moment when you check your pocket to feel If your stuffs still there
That moment you lost your money
That moment when you look back and someone is watching you
That moment when someones talking to you and their breath stinks
That moment when you do something embrassing and someone’s behind you
That moment when you pretend not to see someone you don’t like
That awkward moment not...
That moment when you remember something funny and chuckle to yourself
That moment when you reach too far and just figure out you forgotten something
That moment when you check your pocket to feel If your stuffs still there
That moment you lost your money
That moment when you look back and someone is watching you
That moment when someones talking to you and their breath stinks
That moment when you do something embrassing and someone’s behind you
That moment when you pretend not to see someone you don’t like
That awkward moment not...
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The Pitfall
The gaging pitfall of his majesty
king above all in his head
He lives for himself..
Set aside regards for tomorrow
His desire to care has never existed
Yet he sees the darkness as his light
And comfort ..
Forsake him not for the child not nurtured in nature
Provides for himself..
Lay awake never to sleeping at night
Speaking to himself
To always imagine sight from the other side ..
His company keeps him
Insanity if you will or tortured comfort
Escape from the escape to the escape ...
Open doors..feets with no shackles...
king above all in his head
He lives for himself..
Set aside regards for tomorrow
His desire to care has never existed
Yet he sees the darkness as his light
And comfort ..
Forsake him not for the child not nurtured in nature
Provides for himself..
Lay awake never to sleeping at night
Speaking to himself
To always imagine sight from the other side ..
His company keeps him
Insanity if you will or tortured comfort
Escape from the escape to the escape ...
Open doors..feets with no shackles...
627 reads
2 Comments
Drifting
He had gather his things to leave.. a wide sheet containing the emptiest of all his belonging.. without himself within it he's nothing..
509 reads
1 Comment
Under lifes Bridge
Occasionally I consider myself to be the root of a tree .. as I gather myself ,thousand of thoughts miles long have I wonder about life and where I belong.. I belong not.. my need to feel apart of this world ,has made me consider what if I was normal.. would I know what I now know.. All scraps and pieces of a wasted mind concern about images and the attention of all.. I rather not be normal even though I walk alone ..I'm not better than them, but I have come to realize who I now have to be..
685 reads
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Different ones
I have realize the girl sitting alone in the forest. She is me , I am her . She lives within me. They who refuse to see this girl are those who are in whisper of contempt . Their despises of me shall burn their own skin... I've seen who I become to be.. more than this old wrapped up paper under a bed .. they see as no threat , yet I hide behind their misconception .. in my own world I am myself even if I am alone .. my aim shall remain a secret.. to be different in this world is a crime as I am the victim..
820 reads
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