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On The Brink ( A Collaboration with Vision_of_insanity)
It's arriving today
Our own extinction
Created with hate
For evil we annihilate
Been digging graves
Under a blood red moon
Until the enemy caves
Falling like a lead balloon
Filling our lungs
With winds of death
Crushing our bones
And burning our flesh
Air raid siren screams
Feeling panic build inside
Acid infested streams
Death rolls in with the tide
Our world is under siege
Because of "their" reign
For those who survive
Nothing but torment, famine and pain...
Our own extinction
Created with hate
For evil we annihilate
Been digging graves
Under a blood red moon
Until the enemy caves
Falling like a lead balloon
Filling our lungs
With winds of death
Crushing our bones
And burning our flesh
Air raid siren screams
Feeling panic build inside
Acid infested streams
Death rolls in with the tide
Our world is under siege
Because of "their" reign
For those who survive
Nothing but torment, famine and pain...
#apocalypse
#philosophical
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7 Comments
Now, but a memory
The sound of her voice begins to fade
As her face of bright happy features dulls into a sepia blur
her smile remains vivid and constant in my minds eye
Skipping every other beat in grief,
my heart…will miss you forever
As her face of bright happy features dulls into a sepia blur
her smile remains vivid and constant in my minds eye
Skipping every other beat in grief,
my heart…will miss you forever
#grief
237 reads
36 Comments
Unprecieved In the ominous woods
A collaboration of two old souls. Co author "Crimson"
the darkness beckons
and I come forth willingly, into the unknown
sensing something forbodeing, I draw back to the shadows
the trees are silent it's eerie
forsake the angels
it's a spell their under
I've always been friend to the trees
today they loom large
the forest smells of copper pennies
an unmistakable tang
withdrawing further, a tree warns
a madman is afoot
with wild eyes and smile that chills
my blood runs cold, as I catch...
the darkness beckons
and I come forth willingly, into the unknown
sensing something forbodeing, I draw back to the shadows
the trees are silent it's eerie
forsake the angels
it's a spell their under
I've always been friend to the trees
today they loom large
the forest smells of copper pennies
an unmistakable tang
withdrawing further, a tree warns
a madman is afoot
with wild eyes and smile that chills
my blood runs cold, as I catch...
#despair
#fear
#horror
87 reads
4 Comments
Seek
If you can't find love
anywhere
Seek it within you
...it shall be there
anywhere
Seek it within you
...it shall be there
#heartbroken
#love
#minimalist #spiritual
#minimalist #spiritual
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36 Comments
Simple Simon reimagined.
Simple Elon met a Comman
Going to the fair
Said Simple Elon to the Conman
Got any jobs to spare?
The Conman said to Simple Elon
Show me first your penny
Said Simple Elon to the Conman
No probs I've got so many.
The Conman said to Simple Elon
You're funny and quite smart
Said Simple Elon to the Conman
What's more I have no heart.
The Conman said to Simple Elon
You're perfect for the job
Said Simple Elon to the Conman
May I suck your knob?
The Conman said to Simple Elon
Of course you...
Going to the fair
Said Simple Elon to the Conman
Got any jobs to spare?
The Conman said to Simple Elon
Show me first your penny
Said Simple Elon to the Conman
No probs I've got so many.
The Conman said to Simple Elon
You're funny and quite smart
Said Simple Elon to the Conman
What's more I have no heart.
The Conman said to Simple Elon
You're perfect for the job
Said Simple Elon to the Conman
May I suck your knob?
The Conman said to Simple Elon
Of course you...
#funny
29 reads
4 Comments
Sensuous Me - Dedication
Sensuous Me is a collection of poems
I guess you would call them an anthology
They are dedicated to who I am and who I was
and sometimes just who I want to be
While my dedication is self-centered,
my sentiment has deeper meaning
These poems are for you, the reader
to get a glimpse of what I'm imagining
God forbid, I become all that I dream
After all the hell, it would be worth it
but I'm not complaining, I'm being Tim
I'm always like this when I'm the poet
Thanks for Reading 👀
Tim...
I guess you would call them an anthology
They are dedicated to who I am and who I was
and sometimes just who I want to be
While my dedication is self-centered,
my sentiment has deeper meaning
These poems are for you, the reader
to get a glimpse of what I'm imagining
God forbid, I become all that I dream
After all the hell, it would be worth it
but I'm not complaining, I'm being Tim
I'm always like this when I'm the poet
Thanks for Reading 👀
Tim...
#SelfDiscovery
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4 Comments
Diary Entry Il: Her Sweet Elixir
I knew it from the beginning,
That it could be love.
Your expression was of ethereal happiness,
Mine conveyed a celestial pause.
But my fear of falling once again
Stems from the taste of bitterness,
Which offered no comfort for my heartache.
And now, I'm dedicated to the proposition,
If I can once more endure the highs and lows of carnal desire.
Even if I may appear aloof, rest assured, I'm over the moon,
Although I don’t have the heart to say,
My life truly began the moment I met you.
That it could be love.
Your expression was of ethereal happiness,
Mine conveyed a celestial pause.
But my fear of falling once again
Stems from the taste of bitterness,
Which offered no comfort for my heartache.
And now, I'm dedicated to the proposition,
If I can once more endure the highs and lows of carnal desire.
Even if I may appear aloof, rest assured, I'm over the moon,
Although I don’t have the heart to say,
My life truly began the moment I met you.
#FallingInLove
#love
#lust
#passion
#romantic
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Spank

#BDSM
#erotic
#sensual
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Blood flows
Her blood flows
the last beats of a heart compose
a symphony of fear that echoes
the moon hangs in hallowed night
a blade glistens in the light
A sexual sacrament
blood and cum, life and death
thrusting through her final breath
dripping our souls upon the altar
licking lips to taste the rapture
His blood flows
rushing through veins it goes
chasing the feeling that grows
the mystical mysteries of life
erotic is the edge of my knife
the last beats of a heart compose
a symphony of fear that echoes
the moon hangs in hallowed night
a blade glistens in the light
A sexual sacrament
blood and cum, life and death
thrusting through her final breath
dripping our souls upon the altar
licking lips to taste the rapture
His blood flows
rushing through veins it goes
chasing the feeling that grows
the mystical mysteries of life
erotic is the edge of my knife
#dark
#death
#erotic
7 reads
2 Comments
भर गयी हैं तेरी महक से मेरी साँसें
मेरी तनहाइयों को यों तू चंदन बना रही हैं !
मेरी तनहाइयों को यों तू चंदन बना रही हैं !
#gratitude
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Rew & Prew
I shall dig you up, my Mother,
then lay my body on your bones
and we shall meld with one another
Mother, we shall birth a clone.
My brain's indeed enough for two
your memories are intact
we shall twin again be Rew and Prue
to regain that which we lack.
So lie still Mother, lie easy,
please do not torment me so
although I feel a little queasy
I've not much further to go.
then lay my body on your bones
and we shall meld with one another
Mother, we shall birth a clone.
My brain's indeed enough for two
your memories are intact
we shall twin again be Rew and Prue
to regain that which we lack.
So lie still Mother, lie easy,
please do not torment me so
although I feel a little queasy
I've not much further to go.
#dark
#funny
#rhyming
49 reads
2 Comments
1st Impression.
I want to write such flippiary.
Titterary and dibberish as such.
Giggerary, tickellish as can be.
To jiggle your chuckle mussels.
Laughtering as your body smiles.
As spasm's of frivolity wave you.
Joviality and rib hurting friggolity.
Till your chuckkle mussels come alive.
You laugh so much holding your ribs.
Unable to speak, It hurts so good.
Sweat breaking out, though ladies glow.
Not wanting it to stop, but cant go on.
As you are struggling to breathe.
Reaching your peak you cry to go on.
Your breath...
Titterary and dibberish as such.
Giggerary, tickellish as can be.
To jiggle your chuckle mussels.
Laughtering as your body smiles.
As spasm's of frivolity wave you.
Joviality and rib hurting friggolity.
Till your chuckkle mussels come alive.
You laugh so much holding your ribs.
Unable to speak, It hurts so good.
Sweat breaking out, though ladies glow.
Not wanting it to stop, but cant go on.
As you are struggling to breathe.
Reaching your peak you cry to go on.
Your breath...
#crush
#lover
#romantic #seductive
#romantic #seductive
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0 Comments
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