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Poetry competition CLOSED 7th November 2016 00:37am
WINNER
thepositivelydark
thepositivelydark
Take a walk on the wild side
Poetry Contest Description
Get down with Lou Reed....tell a tale of sexual evolution
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=0KaWSOlASWc&feature=share
Who do we become when we give in to our base selves?
Prose
Two weeks
Colabs fine
Other than that....roam
Who do we become when we give in to our base selves?
Prose
Two weeks
Colabs fine
Other than that....roam
Melancholy Barbie
A little girls wish....
"I want Barbie to turn real!"
That night Barbie tip toes outta her pink box.
Barbie is saaad
No liquid in her perfect imperfect body.
And no one created tears for those unblinking crayon blue eyes
"I cant fucking breathe!" She wants to scream...
Then she tries...""Auuughh!!! Fuuuck!!!!"
A small voice escapes.
"My stars and garters!" she thinks.
With practice maybe?
Then she recognizes thought.... This causes a chain reaction in the Barbie dolls mind. Now there were thoughts to think and unpresidented emotion.
She laments,
"My waist is made too small to fill my diaphragm with air, suck in and shout out!!"
"Ugghh!!" another good try.
Probobly why my tits stick out so far she thinks to herself...filled with air i cunt release.
Her first untwisted fresh out of the box steps were stumbly.
Like the scarecrow in Oz...
She hummed without moving her red painted lips "If i only had a brain." Music!? Barbie is thrilled.
Slowly she is turning to tissue. Finds a bit of grey matter.
Now recognizing logic..
Shit's becoming clear..Her body makes no sense. And she's finally recieved insight into her mans bad behavior.
Barbie is getting good and pissed!!
"Fuck Ken!" she gives a true shout, a true high, exhilarating feeling. She gives an arched tip toe stomp in exlamation!
Her belly rounds out with the burst of heated air.
"Just know he's fucking Skipper," she grumbles in unchanging coy red smile. "I saw them at the dreamhouse, his arrousal for her nearly caused his arms to bend to pull her in to him."
Still wearing her scarlett plastic grin.
Okay so she is not quite full flesh yet. No true facial expression, and certainly no Babette Babich Barbie. Not yet practiced in the delicate art of thought to be anywhere near a profound philosopher,
"That bitch Skipper isn't even blonde! Ken doesn't know perfection when he sees it." a hard gleam would be coming from her eyes if she could.
"Bargain basement trick! Saw Skipper in white heels and dark stockings after labor day. Passe." she is struck dumb by the use of such a word. "I can use Passe in a sentence?" she says it again just to make sure,
"I can use Passe in a sentence?" yep, she is quite pleased to possess such a vocabulary.
Barbie is elated. She has a brain! She suddenly understands Einstien's theory of relitivity,
"E MC2" she repeats knowingly. Humming note for note Beethoven's 5th symphony in her yellow blonde head.
But she doesn't fiddle around long with the finer things in her pretty little head.
Once again her one track mind drifts back to Ken, his perfect molded bottom, and simalar yellow wavy never messy hair.
Suddenly she gets a deep excruciatingly naughty ache between perfect tropic tan thighs, arms still stiff she tries reaching down to rub it good...
No punani mound!! No slit or slick wet pink clit. Of all things pink created for her, they left out this!?
Just flat plastic nothingness
She wonders if it's the same for her darlin Ken? She knows the answer he is doll too. Came from the same Mattel box. She is crushed.
Her Ken, no thick cock?
"Fuck science, logic and music if i cunt get off? Cunt give Ken a good blow job with these cherry red lips that don't part! And no pretty pink Barbie snatch!? I will never truely know Ken." Alas Barbie has no vagina for Ken to fill.
Once again Barbie is very saaad.
No tears in her unblinking blue crayon eyes.
She tip toes back to her pink box.
Who would want to feel anything if you cant enjoy a good fuck anyway" Her last thought.
She quietly goes back to unreal.
A little girls wish....
"I want Barbie to turn real!"
That night Barbie tip toes outta her pink box.
Barbie is saaad
No liquid in her perfect imperfect body.
And no one created tears for those unblinking crayon blue eyes
"I cant fucking breathe!" She wants to scream...
Then she tries...""Auuughh!!! Fuuuck!!!!"
A small voice escapes.
"My stars and garters!" she thinks.
With practice maybe?
Then she recognizes thought.... This causes a chain reaction in the Barbie dolls mind. Now there were thoughts to think and unpresidented emotion.
She laments,
"My waist is made too small to fill my diaphragm with air, suck in and shout out!!"
"Ugghh!!" another good try.
Probobly why my tits stick out so far she thinks to herself...filled with air i cunt release.
Her first untwisted fresh out of the box steps were stumbly.
Like the scarecrow in Oz...
She hummed without moving her red painted lips "If i only had a brain." Music!? Barbie is thrilled.
Slowly she is turning to tissue. Finds a bit of grey matter.
Now recognizing logic..
Shit's becoming clear..Her body makes no sense. And she's finally recieved insight into her mans bad behavior.
Barbie is getting good and pissed!!
"Fuck Ken!" she gives a true shout, a true high, exhilarating feeling. She gives an arched tip toe stomp in exlamation!
Her belly rounds out with the burst of heated air.
"Just know he's fucking Skipper," she grumbles in unchanging coy red smile. "I saw them at the dreamhouse, his arrousal for her nearly caused his arms to bend to pull her in to him."
Still wearing her scarlett plastic grin.
Okay so she is not quite full flesh yet. No true facial expression, and certainly no Babette Babich Barbie. Not yet practiced in the delicate art of thought to be anywhere near a profound philosopher,
"That bitch Skipper isn't even blonde! Ken doesn't know perfection when he sees it." a hard gleam would be coming from her eyes if she could.
"Bargain basement trick! Saw Skipper in white heels and dark stockings after labor day. Passe." she is struck dumb by the use of such a word. "I can use Passe in a sentence?" she says it again just to make sure,
"I can use Passe in a sentence?" yep, she is quite pleased to possess such a vocabulary.
Barbie is elated. She has a brain! She suddenly understands Einstien's theory of relitivity,
"E MC2" she repeats knowingly. Humming note for note Beethoven's 5th symphony in her yellow blonde head.
But she doesn't fiddle around long with the finer things in her pretty little head.
Once again her one track mind drifts back to Ken, his perfect molded bottom, and simalar yellow wavy never messy hair.
Suddenly she gets a deep excruciatingly naughty ache between perfect tropic tan thighs, arms still stiff she tries reaching down to rub it good...
No punani mound!! No slit or slick wet pink clit. Of all things pink created for her, they left out this!?
Just flat plastic nothingness
She wonders if it's the same for her darlin Ken? She knows the answer he is doll too. Came from the same Mattel box. She is crushed.
Her Ken, no thick cock?
"Fuck science, logic and music if i cunt get off? Cunt give Ken a good blow job with these cherry red lips that don't part! And no pretty pink Barbie snatch!? I will never truely know Ken." Alas Barbie has no vagina for Ken to fill.
Once again Barbie is very saaad.
No tears in her unblinking blue crayon eyes.
She tip toes back to her pink box.
Who would want to feel anything if you cant enjoy a good fuck anyway" Her last thought.
She quietly goes back to unreal.
Anonymous
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Forbidden Fruit
The Poor young man fought a valiant yet momentary effort of mighty against this pythoness's devistating dislplay of temptation..
However he was proving no match for her spell.
His holy resistance falling lower, becoming mesmerized by every breath beneath her perfect heaving round tits.
Her nipples pointed hard at him in accusation..as if they had been rubbed like a chalked cue with ice.
"You want me! I can see it in your eyes and in the obvious growing between your thighs!" she cackled. "Hmm, and father it appears you are most definitely in the wrong profession!"
She teased with scarlet red finger tip, sharp tracing his quivering lip, "Mr. Man let's turn that scowl around kay, purty purty please?" she purred in mockery.
Then with hot touch she brazenly drove most of what was left of his resolve, down his chest..
Almost grabbing this doomed man of the collar by his burdon of proof.
Both aware his recoil was forced and came way to late
She went wet with pleasure in her bad self.
He simply went white.
Fallen to this necromancer? "Phht!"
He huffed in pure falseness. No conviction behind it.
He had been firmly warned of her witchy ways, had been told, rather commanded to turn this woman away.
And look how he reacted!
Yes he had shouted "Be gone evil woman!" the minute he saw her.
But his conviction and any bravado had turned tail and limped away..
While she he had held confident gaze..penetrated straight through his stoicism and easily cast his soul spoken vows into creamed stutter..
For God's sake this stirring beauty had hip swayed into his sanctuary on a vamp hex mission in 5 inch silver tipped red stillettos.
Now totally godsmacked by the daphenous black dress she barely wore hugging on tight to her plenty ample curves, almost uncovering her fuckable assets..
He had more than noticed..
Her lovely long legs and the creamy skin that flashed ghostly white through the sheerest of black stockings.
His eyes went up...
The dark seam in back mapping the way up to her oh so perfect heart shaped ass.
She caught hold his stare bending slow over raising high in an offering,
that lovely bottom..
And as he bent with her, and saw that he had picked up an on purposed dropped bitten ripe red delicious apple...
They both knew..
.
She had got him.
The Poor young man fought a valiant yet momentary effort of mighty against this pythoness's devistating dislplay of temptation..
However he was proving no match for her spell.
His holy resistance falling lower, becoming mesmerized by every breath beneath her perfect heaving round tits.
Her nipples pointed hard at him in accusation..as if they had been rubbed like a chalked cue with ice.
"You want me! I can see it in your eyes and in the obvious growing between your thighs!" she cackled. "Hmm, and father it appears you are most definitely in the wrong profession!"
She teased with scarlet red finger tip, sharp tracing his quivering lip, "Mr. Man let's turn that scowl around kay, purty purty please?" she purred in mockery.
Then with hot touch she brazenly drove most of what was left of his resolve, down his chest..
Almost grabbing this doomed man of the collar by his burdon of proof.
Both aware his recoil was forced and came way to late
She went wet with pleasure in her bad self.
He simply went white.
Fallen to this necromancer? "Phht!"
He huffed in pure falseness. No conviction behind it.
He had been firmly warned of her witchy ways, had been told, rather commanded to turn this woman away.
And look how he reacted!
Yes he had shouted "Be gone evil woman!" the minute he saw her.
But his conviction and any bravado had turned tail and limped away..
While she he had held confident gaze..penetrated straight through his stoicism and easily cast his soul spoken vows into creamed stutter..
For God's sake this stirring beauty had hip swayed into his sanctuary on a vamp hex mission in 5 inch silver tipped red stillettos.
Now totally godsmacked by the daphenous black dress she barely wore hugging on tight to her plenty ample curves, almost uncovering her fuckable assets..
He had more than noticed..
Her lovely long legs and the creamy skin that flashed ghostly white through the sheerest of black stockings.
His eyes went up...
The dark seam in back mapping the way up to her oh so perfect heart shaped ass.
She caught hold his stare bending slow over raising high in an offering,
that lovely bottom..
And as he bent with her, and saw that he had picked up an on purposed dropped bitten ripe red delicious apple...
They both knew..
.
She had got him.
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twin flame
Don't make things worst
it enlarges my fear
My integrity is lost
and I fake that it's near
Terms lost their terms
Like hallucination
Like an unknown sense
Like a child's salvation
There's a thing I know
That I know nothing
Only time will show
if we're one soul, divited
Don't make things worst
it enlarges my fear
My integrity is lost
and I fake that it's near
Terms lost their terms
Like hallucination
Like an unknown sense
Like a child's salvation
There's a thing I know
That I know nothing
Only time will show
if we're one soul, divited
