Tainted Love

If anyone wants to check out my own example of a twisted love story, you can find it here... http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/42041-prized-a-short-story/

My Desperate Town    

I found a hair clip today
tears refill an old
windy bay
I'm alone so cold
no longer can I hold
the morning of a new day .

The time we spent
has left to bigger dent
the feelings left behind
your smile and laugh
of its own kind
you moved the matter
the cells of a scatter
that make up my
shattered mind
of a no better .

We sit together
frozen in pictures
coats of leather
laughing in stitches .

The earth unkind
buries me to hellish heights
all the kings charge and remind
me of the gone knights .

As the bird flies
I rub my hydrated eyes
please god give me
a pleasant  surprise .
bring Natalie back
and light up the down
to replace the black
of my desperate town .

Portraits You Love And Hate  

There's always someone
or something
that hinders everything
no-alls who know nothing
about anything .

My world is suffering  
a replay starts buffering
then I start thinking  
no not this again .

Slow is never rushed
fast is always pushed
if you jump the gun , what's done is done
it's under carpet to brush
I know how ego's crush
but mine is big enough
so don't worry , I can take many
hits of wrong disgust
my mind is sure enough
the times are slow and rough
a quick start line , empty bottles of wine
and outside in the buff .

Pictures and fixtures
depictions
and scriptures
portraits you
love and hate
just some of the mixtures .

Castigate , emancipate
me ,  yourself  
from I who waits
redeem from hell
those golden plates
and times of swell
it's not to late

and you know too well
this is our fate .

thank you Diddi

You May Be Numb But I Am Not

You drink
till you pass out
 and I am left
  to peel the bottle
   from your hand  

You smoke weed
and your body
 is on chill

I take care
of everything
 while your  
  in another land

And really...
my sobriety  
 you don't  
  understand

You take pills
 like candy
  but in the end
   they are
    bitter sweet

You may  
not be able
 to see it
  but  
   you cant
    even function  
     properly

Your  
addictions
 are to
  numb  
   Your pain

But  

In
the
 end

The pain
 has been  
  passed to me

“The Truth of Lies”
by:  Eric L. Boddie

I hope that you finally realize
That there is only one thing I truly despise
Which is the leading cause of most of our cries
Which also sets me apart from other guys
Who only want what is in between your thighs
And to leave your heart feeling victimized
But it should be evident through all my tries
That my aim was to leave you neither shocked nor surprised
To find that your heart had been burglarized
For I entered your soul through the beauty in your eyes
Not knowing you lacked the ability to compromise
Or could it simply be that you are a master of disguise
Searching for a way to bring about my demise
Because in all of our discussions, I received no honest replies
Only to uncover the heartache that the truth denies
Even through the times you witnessed my nature rise
Now do you understand what this really implies
You touched me in my heart, where the greatest love lies
But hid your true self from me so nothing great could arise
When all you had to do was simply improvise
Giving in to the moment instead of what honesty defies
I chose the moment, you chose otherwise
Maybe we should come together in an attempt to revise
Our current situation so we can once again be on the rise
Because the thought of you is the only constant when I fantasize
And when you speak, don’t think that I don’t empathize
But in the game of my life, you were drafted to be the franchise
I wanted to be your big fish, but you made me one of the small fries
And through deception, you darkened my blue skies
I mean, what can you expect when the truth dies
But a condition of the heart that will never revitalize
Because nothing can sooth the pain created by lies

To want but not be wanted
To trust but not be trusted
To feel but not be felt
To lust but not be lusted

To speak but not be heard
To see but not be observed
To reach but not be touched
To deliver but not be served

To follow but never lead
To try but never succeed
To give but never receive
To hunger but never feed

To listen but never hear
To rap but never rhyme
To lose but never win
To seek but never find

To wake up missing everything
Not knowing where you lost it
The source of my greatest stress
And guess what, you caused it

“Stress”
by:  Eric L. Boddie

Looks Are Deceiving

Our relationship
like a winter wonderland
a layer of white sparkly beauty
until you go outside and all is cold
and a closer look reveals frostbite

Your anger
never saw it coming
but when It came
wow
thunder in your voice
strikes of lightning
from your hands

Remorse
long beautiful drives
lovely scenery
colorful flowers and trees
constant apologies
I had your un divided attention
Temporarily

Courage
the sun peaking over
the clouds of grey
pushing through the rain
I left for brighter days

I could not take the pain

At one time
we were happy
or
So I thought


 

Hanging hinge

Can't latch the hatch as            
pupil peeks and seeks into the            
interior shadow of anterior            
The released unreleased realtiy            
rampant in ruins            
can you find it?            
The procrastinating sabotage            
           
Disdained and drifted away
from flurry fixtures            
of the timbered frame.            
Blessed hunger swallows the florence            
of perceptive spectacle.            
Parochial and polished porch            
of patriarchal gear            
where            
Bakers and breakers bake their            
cake in the same            
hot spelt oven.            
Door claims your knock            
and culpable yearn paitently calculates            
the traces of your reserved footsteps            
perhaps you may return!            
           
Deals plaguing the market            
and berries bouncing
on bland bank            
Reporting rivery skirts            
and vacancy recycled
for fresh army              
while radical leveller            
trims the temper              
and finally i            
configured the discrepancy            
surely it was not you.

Insulin for immortal insanity

My swollen eyelids refused to unlock
as your lack leaked
through my dampened mind
crippling my fortitude
the sunlight crept through  
the fragile white curtains,
blinding light forced
my chocolate brown eyes to open
I dragged my will again
to sustain the distinct day,
My life is reduced to
A packet of readymade noodles
lying in a supermarket
with printed directions to its customers
(to comply with the terms and conditions
for renting a birth on the earth),
A transparent electromagnetic wave  
following the protocol of breathe,
 
A classy coffin without a corpse
I banged those bare walls
bloated my tears  
as it carried the aura of
the sepia pigmented memories.
My intangible being is entrapped
in the confined bubble of time and space.
Crawling the cobweb of Maya
I unfold the path of higher consciousness
sinking my insanity in an immortal suit
and realizing that every relationship is
just a mirage to an oasis of love within the soul.

THE SICKIE IN ME

The sickie in me just came out

I am emailing a man who is in jail

Pretty soon he will be out on probation

My roommate thinks I am crazy in my choice of men

But this is the sickest I have gotten

I am going to the jail when he is let out

Taking him home when my roommate moves out

Taking a chance that no normal person would

Because I am attracted to men who are no good


I bring him home and feed him well

He is disoriented, I can tell

He has been in jail for so long

Being free is stranger than being locked up

All is well for the first three months

Nobody wants to hire an ex-con

I come home one day to find

He is in bed with a girl of 14

Statutory rape is what it is

She is jail-bait - gives me a cheshire smile

I throw him out and tell him never to come back


Nothing happens for two months...a good surprise

Come home one day to find

He is on my bed...out of his mind

Drug stuff all over....cocaine, LSD, ecstasy

He looks like a monster and I turn to run

He catches me and looks at me

Like the monster has emerged at last

He is reliving his past


As he ties me up and rapes me rough

As he beats me while calling me names

He injects me with some of the stuff

After that they had to tell me


My mother could not reach me

Went to my apartment

Found me nearly dead from lack of blood

They took me to intensive care

The removed my uterus and fixed my fistula

The sick fuck had places broken glass

In my vagina and cut my anus

Beat me so badly, when I saw the photos

I looked worse than Rhianna, worse than you can imagine

Plastic surgery fixed that only to the extent

That they could fix my body but not my mind


Fortunately my parents were rich

I spent two years in a fancy place for mental health

Refusing to talk or leave my bed

They rehabilitated me as they had learned

What to do with PTSD with the servicemen in our wars

So there is no safety for women, I did find

We are crazy to think there is real rehabilitation

Of prisoners kept in our expensive jails

We are wasting money on them, which could be used for the poor

Why do prisoners have rights and the homeless have none?

MY BOYFRIEND IS MY MASTER I

just turned eighteen
my boyfriend is my master
he broke me down
now i know my place
he is the master, i am his slave
inside me is a vaginal dilator
i wear all the time
every week he adjusts it
now it is time
he ties me to the bed
with my pussy very exposed
he is going to experiment

his friend jeff wants to have a look
he fingers me
spreads me wide
we have got to spread her wider
she is too tight

paul comes in, looking for a fight
starts whipping my pussy
until i cry, then comes the novocaine
to take away the pain
he pushes himself inside
with such force
he fucking my tonsils
he is hung like a horse

he is finished, jeff comes again
inspects my pussy
rubs cream on it
very gently and puts in a toy
its the largest dildo i have ever seen
he showed it to me, see the prickles
shoves it in, turning it around
no mercy for me, this is pain
drives it in harder, still does not stop
start shrieking, duct tapes goes on mouth
is there no end to this?
not for a while, looking at me cum
my boyfriend gives me a smile

have you ever had two guys at once
i shake my head, paul and chuckie
stand, erect in hand
paul is to my left, chuckie to my right
each hold a labia and forces penises in
this is worse, worse than sin
calls for recruits, two more guys
one hold my left leg, one hold my right
they are spreading me and holding me tight
paul and chuckie are both thrusting
feel like being cut into two
the tempo beats faster
up and down, in an out
heaving breathing, jabbing up and down
i am fainting from pain
when the pleasure starts to sprout
it is wonderful - this pain that does not stop
they keep going, i am over the top
my head is spinning, my pussy is leaking
this is the best torture i can get
you know i love you baby
you know you want more
i nod my head and lie back
hope that they use me this way again

So true. Reply to Tainted Love

Tainted
So tainted that I can’t enjoy what I have for missing what I had
The tainted love once was too blind to see the love that is real and in front of me
Darkness taints the light
Hate taints the love
Thank God we don’t miss out on the blessings from above
God doesn’t always give us what we want because it ‘s not always what we need
Tainted I am, yes indeed

>datchic45<

Indie said:thank you Diddi

You're welcome