First DUP Poem

I THOUGHT OF YOU

It was so hot

that july night

i thought of you

with delight

as I lingered

in my bath

it was deserted

in the pool that day

magnolia blossoms

on the surface lay

as you traced a line on me

from my neck

to infinity

and in return

i dived‭

circled you

and with my mouth

touched you

ever so tenderly

in that hidden place

that made you take

me in an embrace

so fierce i gasped

as you with thrusts

rhythmically pushed

my limits

oh but you made me moan

and beg you for more

but you were going

to play with me

for hours yet…or more

the water was conducive

to such tantric poses

we tried things we knew

could not be done on land

and i felt like one of those

ornate beauties

seen only only in

exotic books

we satisfied each other

till we were no more

and this is the memory

that will with me

forever remember

the summer of‭ 2004.

Dedication to a good friend of mine.
She begs for her life as I advance upon her.
She still has no idea I came to this place for the sole purpose of killing her.
She's pressed against the wall now, no more room to back away from me.
I slowly close the gap, knife outstretched, a homicidal grin spreading across my face.
She probably thinks I'm here to rape her. There is a noise.
I turn to the door and her mother is standing there, a scream of utter terror resonating from her open mouth like a siren.
She is quickly dispatched with a small cough from my silenced beretta.
As her already dead mother slumps to the ground, I tell my querry that the same fate awaits her, but in a much more gruesome manner.
She tries to scream, but I pull the gun on her and tell her to shutup or I will blow her brains out right there.
She whimpers, slides to the floor.
I gaze upon her face: snoting, crying, striken with mortal fear, agonizing grief at seeing her mother gunned down in an instant.
I step forward, she scrambles back up the wall.
The look on her face was almost enough to make me turn around and go home satisfied. Almost, but no cigar. I came here to kill the bitch and thats what I plan on doing.
I tell her that unfortunately, my face is the last thing she will ever lay her eyes on.
I'm standing directly in front of her now.
I rear back and slap her as hard as I can.
Then, without warning, I slash her left eye before she can recover.
She fell to the ground and grabbed her profusely bleeding face.
Then with another stab to the side of her head I took away the remainder of her sight.
Dispite my warning she screams like a banshee the entire time.
It's orgasmic.
I push her bed against the door. Now she can flounder around all she wants, there is no way out.
No one can hear her screams but the trees and I.
Certainly not the neighbors that live 2 miles away.
She's crawling now, begging me to stop.
I laugh. I haven't even started yet.
I walk over, purposely, knowing I have all the time in the world, and slowly push my weapon of choice deep into her side.
Her kidney I hope, but then, as long as she's in pain it doesn't really matter.
I turn her onto her back, pull up her shirt, and carve my name into her flawless body. She wails loud enough to wake the dead, she bucks and begs for mercy, but I'm stronger. I get on top of her straddling her body with my legs.
I strangle her, whilst simultaneously driving my knife into her neck, face, and chest. After 20 seconds she stops thrashing.
Then, I look at her body. I derobe and fuck whats left of her.
She insisted on having sex with so many others but never settled on me.
Now I've gotten what I wanted, even though I had to kill her to do it.
And as one last humiliation, I cut slits into her asshole so it can accomodate me while i fuck her in the ass.
She is now my submissive bitch.
FUCK EVERY GIRL WHO HAS EVER SHUNNED ME.

My Shadowland

In this dark, lonely room,
I go to at night;
I write these dark, depressing poems,
Hoping you wont catch a sight;  
 
I call it my shadowland,
Although there are no shadows;
It's actually pitch black,
which is why no one follows;  
 
If there were followers,
I would not hold them captive;
The only thing in captivity,
Is the screams and tears I bleed;
 
My shadowland is indeed spirit free,
If it was not;
My place for drowning out things,
It would not be;
 
In this dark, lonley room,
I go to at night;
I write these dark depressing poems,
Hoping you wont catch a sight;  
 
I dont want you to think of me as bad,
Even though i am what i am;
I dont want to make you sad,
With my broken hearted poems...that make even me cry

Wish I still had it. :/ I miss it.

Touching us
Can your fingers move like mine?
Searching and roaming making me whine,, 
touching my lips felling my thighs,
 my hips will buck when there deep inside,, 
you have no idea how much I wish you where here, 
tasting your flesh
kissing your ear,
your maleness can take my hands place 
but not before I get a good taste,
sliding my tongue along ur shaft,
taking u in hearing u gasp 
Just let me take ur hands and tie u up
lick ur lips then we can fuck. 


Yep my first poem posted here

"Plastic Man"

Noticed and ignored
daydream fantasy
the daily rising
and the setting of the sun

without consciousness
my right eye is blind
i wont survive
my mind is a dramatist

 test test test

 this line should be courier new size 1

 this line should be courier new size 2

 this line should be verdana size 1

 this line should be verdana size 2

 but they're not

 but the one above is

 why did that one work?

 test test test

Waking State Of Emergency

Seasnakes and Earthquakes
Pillows make the dream go faster
This second chance for circumstance is brilliant when it comes to pressure
Lost in a feeling that would be flattered to be mistaken for your entire world
Sipping the wine of life
Snorting a line of wife
The sense is falling out of a whole in my pocket
Whose dread did you bring home, from wherever it did roam, estranged?
Give it back
Unless you don't want returned what you gave in exchange
Typical and Mystical, the cards you were dealt
Played, knowing full-well the consequence,
Retelling the tale of a long since incidence
Still so fresh,
A recollection of its bitter tasting incense
Entranced and locked in by its incessantly lingering competition,
Each piece is slowly stolen away to some phantom kingdom with no agreement of extradition
Lacking only depth and distance,
This persistent illusion has me embattled and strained and robbed of all volition to move in any other direction than the one that leads me to my grave
The Querent plays the Ace of Knaves and is left begging with an empty plate
For shame to all those that have plenty yet aspire none to give

The Glance

Piercing eyes dark in color,

succulent lips full and sexy.

Big broad shoulders and chest so firm,

stomach was ripped and skin was olive.

He pulled me in with one intending glance.

His arms so strong and kiss so soft,

my hands now caress what my eyes once only saw.

Sad Life

Beaten, Neglected, And abused, She doesn't have that much to lose.

Frightened, Scared, Been pushed aside, Left alone just to cry.

Broken, Shattered, And so torn, Wishing that she'd never been born.

Sad, Upset, And full of sorrow, Awaiting the horrors oftomorrow.

The Dribble





The red king fugals at the crippled crunch.

The ravens and crows dream an obscene dream,

Of life and death beyond the painted row.

A house with wheel chairs and padded doors,

And spokes on open mouths.

The clown is bleeding mercury

In the dim growling light.

Blooming glooming waterways of the clustered crawling dark.

Jarred eyes that see only curves and jagged edges.

The crimson king is painted blue.

The queen is the hooker with the broken legs.

The crownless dog that should be king

But is denied royalty by the spaded hearts.

The teddy bears watching and waiting in silent protest.

Ready to open wide the carnel lusting salvation

Of an empty belly on a sleeping baby.

The songs that nurture and sooth

Turn violent in whales of horrible ripping sounds.

The spinning room drips away its pink ghost

And cracks in maniac colors.

The smoky fumes of the laughing teddy bears

Invite a riot in the rest.

The splash of blood.

The riddles of stuffing and

Glassy plastic eyes roll on the floor in final revaluation.

The king looks away

Choking on the seizuring crow.

The dribble of a crying child

Is caught and cut short

In the dark

In the night.

There was a Bird on A wire


There was a bird on the wire
(but he flew away)

I once thought that I had a love for this girl
But it turned out that I was
Just another guinea pig
For her to poke at
Through the glass

A kiss to her lips was meaningful to me
But a useless piece of memory to her
And if the relationship had last
I don’t think we would have got along anyway

Not one tear came from my eye when I realized
That she had no intentions of calling me back
Or talking to me ever again mostly because
She was starting to fade
Like a chocolate stain on a white-t shirt

As I write this poem there is a bird on the wire
Staring at me as if he had something to say
Trying to convey a message of importance
But now he flew away
Much like my relationship

Blood Stained

For a while it eases my agonizing pain  
But the memories sadly still remain.  
It haunts me every night and day  
I doubt it will ever go away.  
I'm alone now with my brand new knife  
Thinking about taking my pitiful life.  
Then more and more I start to lean back  
Until I fall into the swirling clouds as my world goes black.  
Minutes, then hours go by before I awake  
I look at my arm and see my huge mistake.  
Now I try and cover it up with my shirt  
To cover the stripes, the blood, and all the hurt.  
My white shirt is now soaked red and stained  
Feels like half of my body and soul has been drained.  
The battle wages on and on, it never ends  
Through my burning pain I'll lose my angel and friends.  
They won't hear my cries for help, my ever fading screams  
As more of my blood slowly drips and streams.  
And now my pain and fears push her away from me  
I fear that one day she'll be gone and alone is all I'll be.  
Broken and torn I'll be left in the rain  
Trembling on my knees cause I just can't take the pain.  
Now my worst fear has finally come true  
This day had been approaching for awhile, somehow i always knew.  
She's gone now...she's left me to face my battles on my own  
I thought she’d be mine forever, and that I’d never again be alone.  
But here I am by myself, 3 days before I leave to go to Spain  
As if I really needed this shit now, as if I’m not already about to go insane.  
I thought she was different, and now I pay for that mistake with a broken heart  
Because of her I paint new scars, and add a new collection to my blood stained art.  
I’m not sure if she thought it all through, or thought about how much was at stake  
But now it’s too late, because I am now floating out at sea, never again to awake.