Tanka Poem

[AoiEndo]

Experiencing a dry, very dry spell.. I don’t know what’s got into me.. can’t write, don’t want to write…

Maybe don’t resist.. you will come back to yourself

 

[WCSGarland]

What AoiEndo said... don't resist... Bumbu Rum...

 

[AlinaX]

I will brave the room
knowing the chance of treasure
outweighs the slight chance
of being ravished while all
chuckle at my misfortune

ETA: This is an argument I'm making in a thread about consent.

 

[Voboy]

It is hot. Too hot,
Though heat alone can be borne;
Humidity, same.
But the air's endless stillness!
I wish only for a breeze.

 

[Jocelyn_Nicole_Sawyer]

Experiencing a dry, very dry spell.. I don’t know what’s got into me.. can’t write, don’t want to write…

I've been working on the same short story for over a month now... I should set it aside and come back to it later...but I won't. Also, the reason I haven't been very present here-- my sincere apologies

 

[WCSGarland]

I've been working on the same short story for over a month now... I should set it aside and come back to it later...but I won't. Also, the reason I haven't been very present here-- my sincere apologies

When I'm stuck on a story... I throw a Tanka in the thread.

 

[WCSGarland]

The comment's not good,
It's a head scratcher, real weird,
Still, I'm good to go,
False motives have been implied,
I sigh, put pen to paper.

 

[Jocelyn_Nicole_Sawyer]

When I'm stuck on a story... I throw a Tanka in the thread.

Thanks, sounds like truly sage advice. Sadly, I don't have any Bumbu Rum...let's see what kind of inspiration can be derived from a Skinnygirl White Cranberry Cosmo

 

[Jocelyn_Nicole_Sawyer]

My story, "Je T'aime"
Not a Hollywood ending
But how it went down
There's value in retelling
a young girl's awakening

 

[AlinaX]

my alien love
how brightly hued the thick shaft
that presses within
why must I settle for this
simulacrum of hot flesh?

 

[Jocelyn_Nicole_Sawyer]

my alien love
how brightly hued the thick shaft
that presses within
why must I settle for this
simulacrum of hot flesh?

yeah, but... does it like... vibrate? maybe different speeds...different patterns? I think we need to know

 

[AlinaX]

yeah, but... does it like... vibrate? maybe different speeds...different patterns? I think we need to know

No, but more details coming tomorrow.

 

[Voboy]

No, but more details coming tomorrow.

Reply: negative
Like a refused messenger
Thrown back from the gate
And yet? The morning will bring
New word, fuller, more precise.

 

[AlinaX]

Reply: negative
Like a refused messenger
Thrown back from the gate
And yet? The morning will bring
New word, fuller, more precise.

Mmm. Fuller... More...

 

[AlinaX]

an evening with self
red suspenders on TV
I play with new toys
I need my ass well prepared
for when the aliens come

Dildo, Beads and Vintage Porn

 

[_Land]

my alien love
how brightly hued the thick shaft
that presses within
why must I settle for this
simulacrum of hot flesh?

Alina—tell me,
have you named that alien
cock Armageddon—
for the way it ends your world
every time it finds your cunt?

 

[_Land]

an evening with self
red suspenders on TV
I play with new toys
I need my ass well prepared
for when the aliens come

Dildo, Beads and Vintage Porn

Alina—I watch
how your body takes the beads,
slow, deliberate.
Each shift draws something from me
I didn’t know I could feel.

 

[_Land]

Alina—I watch
how your body takes the beads,
slow, deliberate.
Each shift draws something from me
I didn’t know I could feel.

The first pop—your moan
breaks like cunt-slick percussion,
throat open, gutted.
Each bead dragged from your body
milks a sound that begs for cock.

 

[AlinaX]

this armageddon
aimed for a different hole
and will not be shared
hygiene is too important
to risk an end to the world

 

[_Land]

this armageddon
aimed for a different hole
and will not be shared
hygiene is too important
to risk an end to the world

Oh, it’s going in—
but don’t skip the prep, sweetheart.
That ass takes patience.
Lube, love, and slow invasion—
that’s how you end the world right.

 

[WCSGarland]

Our breath becomes one,
Though they synchopate from there,
separately join,
diverge once more, then conspire,
entwine our climax once more.

 

[WCSGarland]

A girl seeks answers,
Is seduced for her troubles,
Embraces her lust,
Now satisfied in body,
Still, her mind remains afire.

Queries unfulfilled,
By the storm of coital bliss,
Her thoughts rebounding,
Girl gathers herself anew,
And returns to her desire.

 

[_Land]

Hate gnaws at the bones
frostbitten by memory—
love, a hearth once lit,
crackles in the silent dark,
ash and ember war for breath.

 

[_Land]

Hate gnaws at the bones
frostbitten by memory—
love, a hearth once lit,
crackles in the silent dark,
ash and ember war for breath.

Love hums through the cracks
where hate once sowed bitter roots—
tender shoots push through,
sun-warmed and unapologetic,
turning graveyards into fields.

 

[puppett]

Little bird hidden
Awaiting the ending squall
Searching for her nest
Sweet dreams of warm nights snuggled
Gentle morning rays of hope