Poetry competition CLOSED 16th July 2011 3:42am
WINNER
diddi (StephenPaul Summerscales)
diddi (StephenPaul Summerscales)
Dark poem contest
Your complexion is striking,
not pale like mine.
What I would give to tear out your throat,
with these cursed teeth.
And I know you'll let me.
I've been working up to this for weeks,
Bringing you close.
You even showed me the family.
How sweet;
The same as how I imagine your flesh to be.
Vampire?
No, it's Cannibal dear!
This isn't some fairytale,
You're not the love of my life.
Just a fuck session and a much needed meal.
not pale like mine.
What I would give to tear out your throat,
with these cursed teeth.
And I know you'll let me.
I've been working up to this for weeks,
Bringing you close.
You even showed me the family.
How sweet;
The same as how I imagine your flesh to be.
Vampire?
No, it's Cannibal dear!
This isn't some fairytale,
You're not the love of my life.
Just a fuck session and a much needed meal.
Anonymous
Submissive Explicit:
Blasphemous hide
Tans beside blackened bone
Stick to your own vices
Devices twist the skin malign
Burn your inverted crucifixion
Harlots get what they deserve
Demonic in nature you spit out desires
Melding into arcane puddles
Sweat the finer eviscerating details
Guts hang strewn from in between your diaphragm
Sex is submissive explicit
As rough as carpet burnt in hell
Your tongue gets defeated by mixed fluids
Tasting stronger than taking bites full of malevolence
Juicy like your soul damned now...
Blasphemous hide
Tans beside blackened bone
Stick to your own vices
Devices twist the skin malign
Burn your inverted crucifixion
Harlots get what they deserve
Demonic in nature you spit out desires
Melding into arcane puddles
Sweat the finer eviscerating details
Guts hang strewn from in between your diaphragm
Sex is submissive explicit
As rough as carpet burnt in hell
Your tongue gets defeated by mixed fluids
Tasting stronger than taking bites full of malevolence
Juicy like your soul damned now...
[quote]The Heart Reaper said:
Submissive Explicit:
Blasphemous hide
Tans beside blackened bone
Stick to your own vices
Devices twist the skin malign
Burn your inverted crucifixion
Harlots get what they deserve
Demonic in nature you spit out desires
Melding into arcane puddles
Sweat the finer eviscerating details
Guts hang strewn from in between your diaphragm
Sex is submissive explicit
As rough as carpet burnt in hell
Your tongue gets defeated by mixed fluids
Tasting stronger than taking bites full of malevolence
Juicy like your soul damned now...
^ just made winning this thing that much harder XD
Submissive Explicit:
Blasphemous hide
Tans beside blackened bone
Stick to your own vices
Devices twist the skin malign
Burn your inverted crucifixion
Harlots get what they deserve
Demonic in nature you spit out desires
Melding into arcane puddles
Sweat the finer eviscerating details
Guts hang strewn from in between your diaphragm
Sex is submissive explicit
As rough as carpet burnt in hell
Your tongue gets defeated by mixed fluids
Tasting stronger than taking bites full of malevolence
Juicy like your soul damned now...
^ just made winning this thing that much harder XD
Bleeding wrists of the mother
Her suicide marks the end
Of her unborn child’s life
Before it could ever begin
As well as the end
Of her young daughter’s innocence
A witness to her mother’s death
Shaken at the soul
Yet a smile creeps upon her face
She loved to watch her die
And with her driving her mother
To her very death
A new sadist is born
With years to grow upon
A new Ed Gein is coming
Her suicide marks the end
Of her unborn child’s life
Before it could ever begin
As well as the end
Of her young daughter’s innocence
A witness to her mother’s death
Shaken at the soul
Yet a smile creeps upon her face
She loved to watch her die
And with her driving her mother
To her very death
A new sadist is born
With years to grow upon
A new Ed Gein is coming
My grandfather was a biblical man, time stood
still as he preached.
When we came to visit him, he'd go about
politely asking me to leave.
Long to short, parents had to leave for a bit
they couldn't stand to stand.
I had to stay with my grandparents
on their religious grounds.
One night in bed I actually slept, not too often happened
and my grandfather took this chance
to set the record straight.
I was polite at dinner that night, asked them
to pass the bread and butter with please and thank you
but apparently my eyes were a bit too red
for a saintly glow.
still as he preached.
When we came to visit him, he'd go about
politely asking me to leave.
Long to short, parents had to leave for a bit
they couldn't stand to stand.
I had to stay with my grandparents
on their religious grounds.
One night in bed I actually slept, not too often happened
and my grandfather took this chance
to set the record straight.
I was polite at dinner that night, asked them
to pass the bread and butter with please and thank you
but apparently my eyes were a bit too red
for a saintly glow.
Anonymous
I found myself in a perpetual routine.
sitting beside heavily cloaked glass
and chipping grey walls
that, I swore, spoke by the cracks.
The stale air stole my breath,
filling blank throats with venom
and pride.
I painted my roses onto the furniture,
scarlet lilies
on my calves,
and when the paint ran dry,
I slipped up my stockings
to seek the help of a passerby.
sitting beside heavily cloaked glass
and chipping grey walls
that, I swore, spoke by the cracks.
The stale air stole my breath,
filling blank throats with venom
and pride.
I painted my roses onto the furniture,
scarlet lilies
on my calves,
and when the paint ran dry,
I slipped up my stockings
to seek the help of a passerby.
Anonymous
Your Hand
I feel your fingers steely grip
in the mornings amber glow
not too tight at first
we have a ways to go
Then lightly your hand moves
slowly towards my chin
while you gracefully lower your head
as if to drink me in
Stopping mere inches
before fang greets flesh
your lips now so close
I feel your warm breath
As your hand glides
gently back down
one sharp, quick inhale
is the only sound
Adjusting your grip
this time a little tighter
my redness grows deeper
your knuckles grow whiter
Squeezing and pulling upward
your breath becoming hot
with my last conscience whisper
I urge you not to stop
One final time your hand retreats
then squeezing with all your might
slowly inching your fists upward
my juices gather for their flight
Until at my point of no return,
in and out of the darkness of pretend
you release my orgasmic demon
as I lay bound tightly by your sin
I feel your fingers steely grip
in the mornings amber glow
not too tight at first
we have a ways to go
Then lightly your hand moves
slowly towards my chin
while you gracefully lower your head
as if to drink me in
Stopping mere inches
before fang greets flesh
your lips now so close
I feel your warm breath
As your hand glides
gently back down
one sharp, quick inhale
is the only sound
Adjusting your grip
this time a little tighter
my redness grows deeper
your knuckles grow whiter
Squeezing and pulling upward
your breath becoming hot
with my last conscience whisper
I urge you not to stop
One final time your hand retreats
then squeezing with all your might
slowly inching your fists upward
my juices gather for their flight
Until at my point of no return,
in and out of the darkness of pretend
you release my orgasmic demon
as I lay bound tightly by your sin
Separation anxiety
I threw up this morning
Bitter acrid ambrosia
Wafting smell of nausea; introducing
The child I never wanted
My uterus contracts in sympathy
Hot stone ovaries burn dully
Copper penny smell, flat copper taste
Crying in the corner; the way you love me
Your punches drive me into the ground
Deeper into dull pain nausea I swim sink
Warm release but if I close my legs tightly
I may stop this child from leaving me
I threw up this morning
Bitter acrid ambrosia
Wafting smell of nausea; introducing
The child I never wanted
My uterus contracts in sympathy
Hot stone ovaries burn dully
Copper penny smell, flat copper taste
Crying in the corner; the way you love me
Your punches drive me into the ground
Deeper into dull pain nausea I swim sink
Warm release but if I close my legs tightly
I may stop this child from leaving me
I am what you think
I am not what I am
I am what you want
I am just that I am,
(I am, am I, as I am?)
I am that thing
That thing you think
Thinking that thing
I am thinking that,
(That I am, am I?)
I am so confused
I am stabbing you
I am that thing
That thing stabbing;
Stabbing you I am.
I am not what I am
I am what you want
I am just that I am,
(I am, am I, as I am?)
I am that thing
That thing you think
Thinking that thing
I am thinking that,
(That I am, am I?)
I am so confused
I am stabbing you
I am that thing
That thing stabbing;
Stabbing you I am.
Your so caught up in your gruesome matters
Blood splatters across the room.
The doll on the floor of what was left of a little girl
Is now taken place of the bear of a little boy
Yet you thought no one would really know
As for this isn't a show
So nothing is in store
Beside the dead bodies
Left on your wooden floor
Invite your homies tell them to bring more
Of they're little boys and girls
Put on your best show
Just don't let them know
What really going on behind the curtain
Of your gruesome intriguing never ending show.
Blood splatters across the room.
The doll on the floor of what was left of a little girl
Is now taken place of the bear of a little boy
Yet you thought no one would really know
As for this isn't a show
So nothing is in store
Beside the dead bodies
Left on your wooden floor
Invite your homies tell them to bring more
Of they're little boys and girls
Put on your best show
Just don't let them know
What really going on behind the curtain
Of your gruesome intriguing never ending show.
Red Rigor
Here they come , they stagger in their scum
dragging their limbs , where all feeling has gone
slipping in their skin , with a lipless grin
intestinal drooling , from the rot of within .
Menacing and moaning , a grimacing of groaning
red rigor death showing , the dead figures are approaching .
Twisted body beetle , black fisted dripping treacle
dead carcus powered evil , here they come in shells of people .
Cadavers , animate ,through death they live to take
the hours you wont awake ,you cower , capitulate
the hour is getting late ,they scour
cerebal intake
you know it's all over as they eat your skin cover.
Scumbag
Stab stab stab in your fucking back slab
Blood going drip drip drip off lifeless hip
You used and abused and screwed me long enough
Fucking prick, cut off your dick, I'm not sick just slick
I caught you in your sleep, then raped you deep, wanna watch you weep
Watchin' that ass bleed, as I plant my seed with speed
Cutting your throat as I bust my nut in your fucking your butt
You picked the wrong boy as your toy, I used to be real coy
I saw the pictures of each each boy and girl, how you invaded their world
The pain and disdian in their face, same one you made when slain
Revenge is a dish best served with a flood of blood, followed by your bodies thud
As I stand above you, peeling off the penis glove, give you a little shove
Into the hole where your body lays limp and cold
I hope you rest in hell, where the demons dwell
Fuck you, you scumbag piece of shit
Stab stab stab in your fucking back slab
Blood going drip drip drip off lifeless hip
You used and abused and screwed me long enough
Fucking prick, cut off your dick, I'm not sick just slick
I caught you in your sleep, then raped you deep, wanna watch you weep
Watchin' that ass bleed, as I plant my seed with speed
Cutting your throat as I bust my nut in your fucking your butt
You picked the wrong boy as your toy, I used to be real coy
I saw the pictures of each each boy and girl, how you invaded their world
The pain and disdian in their face, same one you made when slain
Revenge is a dish best served with a flood of blood, followed by your bodies thud
As I stand above you, peeling off the penis glove, give you a little shove
Into the hole where your body lays limp and cold
I hope you rest in hell, where the demons dwell
Fuck you, you scumbag piece of shit
