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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2024 8:42pm
23rd Apr 2024 8:42pm
On the set...Take Two!!
#dialogue
#porn
#sex
#ShortStory
#uplifting
31 reads
6 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
12th Sep 2020 8:04am
12th Sep 2020 8:04am
Enheduanna High Priestess of UR
Enheduanna was
the first recorded poet
as well as being
the first known author
but who of us know
she was the
High Priestess of
the sumarion city of UR
she held a high political rank,
while paving the way
for writers today
and is worthy of our praise
the first recorded poet
as well as being
the first known author
but who of us know
she was the
High Priestess of
the sumarion city of UR
she held a high political rank,
while paving the way
for writers today
and is worthy of our praise
#politics
#books
#ShortStory
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
357 reads
8 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
16th Oct 2023 11:15pm
16th Oct 2023 11:15pm
Elizabelle the series
I hear her quietly entering
it is Elizabelle, my vampire girl
seeking in the mortal realm
she observes from afar
tasting the deserts of the season
a fascination she sees
while tending to her studies, she dreams
lilting in the energies
the powers that be surround her
uttering hush now girl, behave yourself
it will not be
a precarious child of the night
she looks about the place
with eyes shining full of hope she spies
touching midnight's visions
she copes with the day
groomed to be an immortal...
it is Elizabelle, my vampire girl
seeking in the mortal realm
she observes from afar
tasting the deserts of the season
a fascination she sees
while tending to her studies, she dreams
lilting in the energies
the powers that be surround her
uttering hush now girl, behave yourself
it will not be
a precarious child of the night
she looks about the place
with eyes shining full of hope she spies
touching midnight's visions
she copes with the day
groomed to be an immortal...
#ShortStory
129 reads
6 Comments
nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
Poem Published
6th Feb 2019 10:45pm
6th Feb 2019 10:45pm
The Third Dead Bird
While driving to work earlier today, I came to a country road where a considerable gathering of birds were basking gleefully on the warm sun-enriched pavement. Hoping they would scatter and fly out of my way, as any wise bird usually does, I didn’t touch the brake. Regrettably, halfway through the flock an unlucky fledgling hit the grill of my car. In the rearview mirror, I saw that I had killed it, as it lay limp amidst its more-fortunate community members.
Returning down that road later in the day, the birds had settled again in my way. I drove cautiously this time as not to harm...
Returning down that road later in the day, the birds had settled again in my way. I drove cautiously this time as not to harm...
#death
#birds
#satirical
#ShortStory
#cars
494 reads
10 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
9th May 2023 00:40am
9th May 2023 00:40am
Be On Guard
A mesmerizing moment,
Like a sudden guess,
Quickly steals away the
Breathing assurance
Of what is true,
As if to believe the
Thief in the night,
Stringing together attention,
Like a bow to
Fire flames from the shadows.
In the after hours,
With no limit,
And a full belly,
Knowing what to say
Philosophizes the aesthetic of
Bringing death to life,
Summoning innuendos
Of trickery, allusion,
Proudly jesting double standards,
With tales of the dragon.
Bestial guts,
Like the sword...
Like a sudden guess,
Quickly steals away the
Breathing assurance
Of what is true,
As if to believe the
Thief in the night,
Stringing together attention,
Like a bow to
Fire flames from the shadows.
In the after hours,
With no limit,
And a full belly,
Knowing what to say
Philosophizes the aesthetic of
Bringing death to life,
Summoning innuendos
Of trickery, allusion,
Proudly jesting double standards,
With tales of the dragon.
Bestial guts,
Like the sword...
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual
#ShortStory
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
212 reads
0 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
26th Aug 2022 3:55pm
26th Aug 2022 3:55pm
Transporter Pt.2
My momma beat my ass cause I stuck my finger up like this, like this
Your girl want to ride me cause she knows I can do it like this, like this
The police wants to question me cause I look like this, like this
But they are scare to stop me cause they know I don't miss, don't miss
I don't want you to get me twisted, with this, that, and the motherfucking other
I can put the cow in reversed and get cream out of motherfucking butter
I'm so much more than another stone cutter
That's why all of these bitches out here are sleeping in the fucking...
Your girl want to ride me cause she knows I can do it like this, like this
The police wants to question me cause I look like this, like this
But they are scare to stop me cause they know I don't miss, don't miss
I don't want you to get me twisted, with this, that, and the motherfucking other
I can put the cow in reversed and get cream out of motherfucking butter
I'm so much more than another stone cutter
That's why all of these bitches out here are sleeping in the fucking...
#ShortStory
255 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
24th Dec 2019 12:57pm
24th Dec 2019 12:57pm
Designated Driver
It was the night before Christmas and all through the house,
All the kids were asleep, except for me and my spouse.
We were wrapping up presents when we heard a noise,
My wife said “what was that? Go check on the boys”.
I checked their bedroom and they were snoring in their beds,
Dreaming of video games and other things in their heads,
“They’re passed out, I don’t know what that could’ve been,
But let’s hurry up because I want some” I said with a grin.
Just then we heard a loud crash right outside the backyard,
It was a...
All the kids were asleep, except for me and my spouse.
We were wrapping up presents when we heard a noise,
My wife said “what was that? Go check on the boys”.
I checked their bedroom and they were snoring in their beds,
Dreaming of video games and other things in their heads,
“They’re passed out, I don’t know what that could’ve been,
But let’s hurry up because I want some” I said with a grin.
Just then we heard a loud crash right outside the backyard,
It was a...
#Christmas
#funny
#ShortStory
488 reads
8 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
6th Dec 2023 2:52pm
6th Dec 2023 2:52pm
String It Up…
In the calling of the winter of discontent
No soul shall smite on Earth soil in the pursuit of relent
The demoness has asked for the calling of her destiny, her devil's due
To the cross as the carcass of her shall hang, the blood drained, unto the rite of her own stew
Upright the garlic cross
Place a garlic crown upon its head and face her to the rising of the Sun
This is a request from the Hebrew Queendom
Make sure you secure the garlic nails
This is what she has asked for to be redeemed back to Hell
Turn the cross...
No soul shall smite on Earth soil in the pursuit of relent
The demoness has asked for the calling of her destiny, her devil's due
To the cross as the carcass of her shall hang, the blood drained, unto the rite of her own stew
Upright the garlic cross
Place a garlic crown upon its head and face her to the rising of the Sun
This is a request from the Hebrew Queendom
Make sure you secure the garlic nails
This is what she has asked for to be redeemed back to Hell
Turn the cross...
#war
#sun
#moon
#spiritual
#ShortStory
206 reads
9 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2021 5:25pm
22nd Dec 2021 5:25pm
Whimsy
It was a wistful longing for the night winds that had me pawing dark sensuality. As my breath condensate in a brume of sooted smoke from the nearby chimneys. And I grinning a grin of a harlequin. As I lit the gaslights, a choir in the distance harken a carol. "O come all ye faithful..."
Beneath my button britches, my manhood twitched, with Old Nick's itch. And with a glint in my monocle, I sauntered to her portal. In hopes to grovel in her skirts.
Forgoing my roguish behavior in spite of myself. While under the thumb of my gin and sweet bouquet of gorse from the meadows....
Beneath my button britches, my manhood twitched, with Old Nick's itch. And with a glint in my monocle, I sauntered to her portal. In hopes to grovel in her skirts.
Forgoing my roguish behavior in spite of myself. While under the thumb of my gin and sweet bouquet of gorse from the meadows....
#ShortStory
#prose
638 reads
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AverageJoe
Poem Published
13th Dec 2019 10:30pm
13th Dec 2019 10:30pm
The Book of Things
They say to me in their awakening,
"You and the world you live in are but a grain of sand upon the infinite shore of an infinite sea."
And in my dream I say to them,
"I am the infinite sea, and all the worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore."
Kahlil Gibran
***
He had dreamed a dream and awoke to the feel of it as real. He lay in stillness with the thought until he could remember every part and then he arose and wrote it down. He kept a book of dreams though these he never showed but only kept and read, and perhaps in the margin later...
"You and the world you live in are but a grain of sand upon the infinite shore of an infinite sea."
And in my dream I say to them,
"I am the infinite sea, and all the worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore."
Kahlil Gibran
***
He had dreamed a dream and awoke to the feel of it as real. He lay in stillness with the thought until he could remember every part and then he arose and wrote it down. He kept a book of dreams though these he never showed but only kept and read, and perhaps in the margin later...
#sea
#water
#ShortStory
#learning
#wisdom
447 reads
2 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2019 2:58am
22nd Feb 2019 2:58am
Through the long grass came a Ghost
Through the long grass came a Ghost
Crowded at my window tonight, your ghosts will have nothing to speak of but love.
Tough the long grass leading to my door is parted, not by you leaving or by you coming here. The same ghost keeps in with my blood, the way
a small name says itself, over and over, one minute it is cavernous to the next, and I cannot locate words enough to tell you your wrist.
On my breast had the same two sounds to it you are a sky over narrow water and the ghosts at my window are a full day until I shed their loss I want to tell...
Crowded at my window tonight, your ghosts will have nothing to speak of but love.
Tough the long grass leading to my door is parted, not by you leaving or by you coming here. The same ghost keeps in with my blood, the way
a small name says itself, over and over, one minute it is cavernous to the next, and I cannot locate words enough to tell you your wrist.
On my breast had the same two sounds to it you are a sky over narrow water and the ghosts at my window are a full day until I shed their loss I want to tell...
#ShortStory
#lover
#passion
571 reads
2 Comments
mysteriouslady
Poem Published
26th Aug 2023 1:37am
26th Aug 2023 1:37am
started here....continued
#ShortStory
109 reads
2 Comments
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