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Indie (Miss Indie)
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leonardo
Twisted Dreamer
United Kingdom
Joined 6th June 2012
Forum Posts: 95

Androgynous, horny,
the halo is so corny.
Innocent yet lewd;
looking awfully rude,
waiting to be screwed?
but is it underage?
It's definately under something;
Just not under-stood.




Imagining
Glynis
Fire of Insight
United States 8awards
Joined 10th Feb 2012
Forum Posts: 270

http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n293/MichaelG_05/crown.jpg
Thy say the Grim Reaper is this tall dark shrouded creature with a scythe
but they’re wrong
I’ve seen the Reaper,
seen the Raven fine hair, the skin of milk and dark angel wings.
I’ve seen the arms, dark, infected, and cracked
the nails of black
and the crown of fire that's no halo.
Yes, I’ve seen the naked body Reaper,
seen this dark seraphim watching me in the corners of my room,
lurking hungrily in the shadows
watching me with absent pearls for eyes
waiting like a ghoul to steal my soul
each time I’ve sliced my wrists
Yes, I've seen the Death Dealer bitch
and her sinister wicked smile
far too many damn times.

SmilesandPretenses
Trevin Michael
Twisted Dreamer
United States 1awards
Joined 30th May 2012
Forum Posts: 114

Lemmy, Ph8t, Leo and Glynis.. Thank you all   Keep them coming! Ive enjoyed them all

drivelicious13
alon aLion
Dangerous Mind
San Marino 10awards
Joined 1st June 2012
Forum Posts: 346

            Sacred and Profane


vivid imagination
or
blasphemous desecration?

transcendant vision
or
artistic indecision?

frozen
which side
is best chosen?

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sacred beauty
angel of destiny
embody earth`s chemistry
pon wings of Ebony

complexion smoothe
serene eyes soothing
goddess of truth
I beg you accept me,
I beg you approve

seductive changeling
marble limbs embracing
the incandescent flaming
of the world you are taming

too bold to disguise
erotic curves of bare thighs
dont forget my passioned cries
embrace me, Phoenix rise

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I get it,
she`s laying her soul bare
but those feet, calves and forearms
need a strong dose of Nair

wait a second,
I dont see boobs!
those legs so close together
is it hiding a salami
like that
"it puts the lotion in the basket" dude?

Oh my God, under its hand,
is that a Rubber Dong?
the kind that horny lesbians
like to strap on?

well,theres nothing wrong with THAT
it's something I like
but If Im turned on when
she`s wearing a dick
doesnt that mean
my sexuality's flipped?

when I thought it was a girl
I practically came
but it could be a guy,
does that mean Im Gay?
why did I visit the museum
instead of the Yankee game?


: > )





Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
United States 68awards
Joined 15th Sep 2011
Forum Posts: 2784

That picture totally reminds me of the main character (Ganzir) of this poem I wrote, which is perfect for this contest...

-][ The Gate of Ganzir ][-

“Ninnghidzhidda aperi portam Ganzir!
Aperuerit portam, Ninnghizhidda, ego intrare!
Est Draco Imperat tibi!”


Somewhere south of all the courts of the gods on high,
Beneath the mountains where the waterfalls do pour…
Rots the ruins of a city in rubble bleak beneath the sky.
There will wait the siblings, the scorpion lady and lord!
Once golden spires and ziggurats did in splendor reign,
Before the fall of a planet when Marduk vented fury…
Upon the children of the Dragon Queen, prideful, vain.
Now all that endures, is this one-time sacred colony…
To think that once I held a court, amidst the opulence!
But hidden there by the ruins beneath those mountains,
The Cavern of the Gate waits silently in awful patience.
It leads to a land oft watered by netherworld fountains.
Kurnugia, Land of No Return, where the dead dwell…
Amidst shimmering sunken cities, eating dust as bread!
It is but one region of the places men think of as Hell…
And its’ queen, is androgynous Ganzir, Lady of Dread.
Bride of the Dragon of Kur, a dead but dreaming god,
High priest of star-born kin who served older powers!
She reigns alone, in her city beneath the soil and sod…
The bride of the dreamer: who waits for the final hours.

Behold the Gate, and the keeper who waits beyond…
The mistress of the key comes to bring forth the flame!
Go not into the depths darkly shimmering, if ever fond,
Of the azure skies above, which will ne’er be the same.
The Lady of the Wand is like unto a horned serpent…
Gatekeeper of the infernal gods’ own sovereign glories.
She holds dominion, over the seven-portal covenant…
Ninnghidzhidda holds the vigil as writ in the lost stories!
When the dead rise, to smell the incense of life again…
She will place her plumed crown aside, and do naught.
We are the lost ones, from a time before time did gain,
From lands beyond the stars, from ages old as thought.
In the company of bright angels and dark, I did survive,
When the powers of divinities waned and waxed loftily.
Now I pen this verse that the elder histories may thrive,
For the gods are forgetful, and they recall but absently!
They choose not to remember, what they have done…
Which the fallen of old cannot easily forgive: nor forget.
The songs of the ancients I know, for them I have sung,
When they were new, and caused archangels to regret.

When the time is come the Dragon of Kur will awaken,
And the queen who waits, will wait no longer to rise up.
The dead will put aside the dust of which was partaken,
To walk in living flesh again, and from new chalices sup.
The Gate of Ganzir will open and Hell shall be emptied,
As she goes forth to claim those who were ever hers…
Only the faithful of Ishtar would by her malice be pitied.
For those she cannot touch by blessing or by vile curse!
Beware the Gate, beware the seven seals that bind it…
For when the seals are broken, judgment shall soon fall.
On another world the line of the queen ruled fair and fit,
The old blood still lives on in mankind, and cannot stall!
The great old one who slumbers knows man’s thoughts,
And even the warlike Nergal could not seize his palace.
There, Ganzir upon a throne of skulls eternally haunts…
With Lilith, as her messenger: heir, to her infernal grace.
I have walked within their halls, sat upon a vacant seat,
Reserved for the Dragon of Kur alone, an honor grand.
There I was welcomed, so warmly the queen did greet,
One much older, than he who slumbers below her land!

Her short black hair and piercing eyes of mirthless dark,
So like Lilith’s, and pale is their skin like whitest ivory…
Beautiful and alien to behold, in that land strangely stark.
Yet the gardens of that place are unsurpassed in beauty!
Words cannot describe the delights of the Elysian Fields.
That there is paradise even in Hell is proof of some love,
Some compassion, that neither relents, nor ever yields…
Between who reigns below, and those who serve above.
The draconic title was mine of old, and with such bias…
Perhaps, I exalt that which others would soon condemn.
Yet I have stood even in Heaven, seen the seas of glass,
I beheld the source of creation whence all things stem…
And there I found no malice left, ‘twixt angels and devils.
Man alone defines with hatred, as did the deities of yore,
Who exiled we whom they understood not, seeing ills…
Where there was merely a desire, for liberty, once more.
The Gate of Ganzir waits to this day, in its’ hidden realm,
Unseen, save by those with the sight, unhindered to flow,
Beyond the ken of mortals: who know not the true ways.
Only illumination can open the paths above and below…
Light beyond the moon and sun, with more blinding rays.

drivelicious13
alon aLion
Dangerous Mind
San Marino 10awards
Joined 1st June 2012
Forum Posts: 346

< misposted,sorry >

lepperochan
Craic-Dealer
Guardian of Shadows
Palestine 67awards
Joined 1st Apr 2011
Forum Posts: 14449


http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n293/MichaelG_05/crown.jpg

Jog On!


Hey you there!
Lady!
jog on!
g'wan!
you're fretting the kids.

shouldn't you be
somewhere else
doing god knows who
with fuck knows what?

I oughta take the brush to you
now shoo!!

can't you even speak?
you freak!

someone call 911!
there's a nut on the run
I think she's diseased
and she's looking at me
in a strange sort of way

she just turned up today
and she won't fucking move

this is your final warning
before i get the hose!

Lady!

jog on!

g'wan!  


leonardo
Twisted Dreamer
United Kingdom
Joined 6th June 2012
Forum Posts: 95

They are the prettiest varicose veins
in the world,
to be envied by every girl;
Fuck:Someones moved the starting line.

IMAGO
Viwe Lugongolo
Thought Provoker
South Africa 1awards
Joined 24th Nov 2010
Forum Posts: 251

sullen angel

are these
the broken wings
that carry
with them
my perversions
along with
the cracks
which you
so eloquently have
been hiding

laceyspacey
Fire of Insight
United States 10awards
Joined 29th May 2012
Forum Posts: 711

The Angel

She watches over me in my dreams
A dark prodigy
She feeds a gaze
That starves my soul.
The winged bug
Sirens in a smile from my face
As she crawls around on the ground after me
A maggot in the gravel and grime
To tell me with this look in her nothing white eyes
That maybe everything isn't as bad as it seems
To tell me maybe everything will be alright.

I trusted in those blank white lies.

This statuesque angel
Overbearing as the path bares on
Blinded,
With black raven wings
Promised me.
Then before my seeing pupils
She transformed
A fawn in it's trickery
To a vulture
With an angry vengeance
With one pray
To pluck out my eyes
For thine own.

Sublime
Fire of Insight
United States 3awards
Joined 30th May 2012
Forum Posts: 481

Streets

That vulgar man
burglar of not only
your virginity
but of your
innocence
as well

You stumble through life
half naked
your feet collecting mud
left behind by your torment
on the streets of your shredded mind

They say you've changed
but they don't know why
you crouch to hide something,
you wear enough eyeliner
to outline a corpse

I guess that's what you're doing,
isn't it.

Outlining a corpse,
disposing your sanity
only to become insane
wandering drunkenly through
the many streets and intersections
that have become of your mentality

Sweet angel
you should have run
when he ravaged you
and when he finished,
placed you right where
you shouldn't have been
in front of those black
raven's wings.

kriticool
Fire of Insight
32awards
Joined 1st Nov 2011
Forum Posts: 596



.:Fallen:.                                                      


porcelain limbs have gone brittle
almost gone; the fragile
these limbs used to be fanciful
the frolicking kept under foot; now
under siege suffering shortness of stealth
masking bad health; barren eyes
revealing hindered perception
no protection, cheapened wings
they’re now fading unable to lift
body crouched, unable to move
land locked, a prisoner to the fade out
wishing to spring but its been too much fall
weighed down by an overdose of winter
now a cherub's grief is leaving smiles as disguise
giving rise to all that’s not right
no likeness or any semblance of light
sepia tones looking to clone the darkness
no truth yet promises are made
made up of what’s unjust
the searing heat without warmth
this carrier of falsehood is crooked
askew is the halo hanging from twin horns
propped & positioned into a queer finality
in this reality what remains will be far removed
at least from what's perfect




…                                                       …


SmilesandPretenses
Trevin Michael
Twisted Dreamer
United States 1awards
Joined 30th May 2012
Forum Posts: 114

Long weekend and need to get caught up on all of your submission. I apologize for the delay but I will it all wrapped up this evening and decide the winner by morning  Thank you all for your insight.. Everything Ive read so far has been Great Ill let you guys know something soon

poet Anonymous

I am bored...sooooo friendly nudge ;)

Devilish
Dangerous Mind
United States 15awards
Joined 24th July 2011
Forum Posts: 1744

Fuck me..

Can you feel it ..
That desire to
create a fire..
In the back of my mind
I see angels
coating while floating
the depths of hell
church bells ring
penatration stings
from the choir that sings
the song
of
just how wrong
I want you to fuck me.
Take me..
Break me
never forsake me
and tonight we shall dine'
on the bones
that roam
this temple of mine..

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