Submissions by BlackedSoul (Daniella Dravinski)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Let the hatred and darkness in my words surround you...
ANGER POEM
Published
11th Nov 2014 6:07am
11th Nov 2014 6:07am
King Nothing the II *Inspired by Metallica and Pantera*
The king
of judgemental,
is nothing but a
small child in
disguise.
And a king like
you needs a
special sort of
crown. One made
of all the knives
...
of judgemental,
is nothing but a
small child in
disguise.
And a king like
you needs a
special sort of
crown. One made
of all the knives
...
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Nov 2014 2:45pm
9th Nov 2014 2:45pm
I'm Going Under...
No reason,
to open my eyes.
No reason,
to get out of bed.
No reason,
to think.
No reason,
to feel.
No reason,
to love.
You took that from me
when you left.
You took more than you
knew.
You took more than just
your possessions.
You took my smile.
My laugh.
My battered heart.
My soul.
A connection that ran deep,
severed.
A love so strong,
shattered.
A heart, my heart, for you,
broken.
How can something so...
to open my eyes.
No reason,
to get out of bed.
No reason,
to think.
No reason,
to feel.
No reason,
to love.
You took that from me
when you left.
You took more than you
knew.
You took more than just
your possessions.
You took my smile.
My laugh.
My battered heart.
My soul.
A connection that ran deep,
severed.
A love so strong,
shattered.
A heart, my heart, for you,
broken.
How can something so...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2014 4:36pm
22nd Jun 2014 4:36pm
Dirty Little Secret
Tip-toeing out the back door.
Ripped panty-hosed feet light
on the floorboard. Make it out
before she sees. You act so
innocent. Your filthy little whore,
slinking my way out the back,
like the filthy rat I am.
Every week. It's the same old
shit. Sneak on out, high heels
in hand, cunt still dripping cum,
dirty dress hitched up. Sneaking
on out. Make up smeared, bra
lost. Pray she doesn't hear me.
Lipstick ruined, knickers stuffed
in the hem of my nylons. Don't
make a sound. The scent of my
perfume lingers, my impish...
Ripped panty-hosed feet light
on the floorboard. Make it out
before she sees. You act so
innocent. Your filthy little whore,
slinking my way out the back,
like the filthy rat I am.
Every week. It's the same old
shit. Sneak on out, high heels
in hand, cunt still dripping cum,
dirty dress hitched up. Sneaking
on out. Make up smeared, bra
lost. Pray she doesn't hear me.
Lipstick ruined, knickers stuffed
in the hem of my nylons. Don't
make a sound. The scent of my
perfume lingers, my impish...
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Jun 2014 10:36am
19th Jun 2014 10:36am
No Matter What, She's Still an Angel (Dedication to Emma, a close friend)
Her scars show more
stories than she'd ever
tell you. Her smile has
been shattered and
broken, just like her
halo. Her soul has
more holes in it than
a pair of old fishnets.
She's perfect in every
way. No matter what
they say. She's beautiful,
sweet and charming, no
matter what they do to
her. She is who she is.
She's been through Hell
and back. She's been
broken, beaten, her white
feathery wing were ripped
off long ago. She also
happens to be my reason
for picking myself up off
the ground...
stories than she'd ever
tell you. Her smile has
been shattered and
broken, just like her
halo. Her soul has
more holes in it than
a pair of old fishnets.
She's perfect in every
way. No matter what
they say. She's beautiful,
sweet and charming, no
matter what they do to
her. She is who she is.
She's been through Hell
and back. She's been
broken, beaten, her white
feathery wing were ripped
off long ago. She also
happens to be my reason
for picking myself up off
the ground...
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2014 2:54pm
2nd Jun 2014 2:54pm
Biting the f**king Hand that Feeds
After listening to too much Nine Inch Nails*
Everyone’s perfect little girl.
Size 8 bleach blonde Barbie doll.
This is what you want.
And this is what I’m not.
I try and try again.
To be a somebody.
To be the perfect girl you all want me to be.
Yeah you just keep tearing holes in my stockings.
Yes sir, no sir.
Just vomiting up my last meal, sir.
Just the way you like me.
Oh I’ll knock ‘em dead!
But, they all seem to laugh at me trying to be a big shot.
Outcast by society for not being a someone. ...
Everyone’s perfect little girl.
Size 8 bleach blonde Barbie doll.
This is what you want.
And this is what I’m not.
I try and try again.
To be a somebody.
To be the perfect girl you all want me to be.
Yeah you just keep tearing holes in my stockings.
Yes sir, no sir.
Just vomiting up my last meal, sir.
Just the way you like me.
Oh I’ll knock ‘em dead!
But, they all seem to laugh at me trying to be a big shot.
Outcast by society for not being a someone. ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd May 2014 1:50pm
2nd May 2014 1:50pm
Daisy Chains and Pot
Those were the days. Sitting in
my overgrown backyard. Getting
stoned to Zeppelin and the Doors.
Your laugh, ringing through the
garden. Your smile, brighter than
the Summer sun. We'd make
daisy chains and lie in the soft
grass and talk.
I remember once you said you
cared and you made that promise
in the form of purple daisy chains.
I still think about those times every
now and then. They're what get me
through a hard day, through long
nights. The thought of your kisses,
your touch, your soul tickling mine.
The the sun, the...
my overgrown backyard. Getting
stoned to Zeppelin and the Doors.
Your laugh, ringing through the
garden. Your smile, brighter than
the Summer sun. We'd make
daisy chains and lie in the soft
grass and talk.
I remember once you said you
cared and you made that promise
in the form of purple daisy chains.
I still think about those times every
now and then. They're what get me
through a hard day, through long
nights. The thought of your kisses,
your touch, your soul tickling mine.
The the sun, the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Apr 2014 10:19am
28th Apr 2014 10:19am
Conflicted
These emotion,
they feel wrong. Like the
churning tides of Mother
Nature's wrath. It doesn't
feel right to lust after
another after you picked
me up and found the gem
underneath the rot and
ruin that is my mind, my
body.
I'm tormented by love and
lust. In your arms, I'm the
princess every girl wants
to be, with the prince they'd
kill to be with and yet, when
I gaze into her eyes, she takes
me to places I've never been
before. Nirvana, euphoria.
My darkness evanesces. My
pain dissipates. All by looking...
they feel wrong. Like the
churning tides of Mother
Nature's wrath. It doesn't
feel right to lust after
another after you picked
me up and found the gem
underneath the rot and
ruin that is my mind, my
body.
I'm tormented by love and
lust. In your arms, I'm the
princess every girl wants
to be, with the prince they'd
kill to be with and yet, when
I gaze into her eyes, she takes
me to places I've never been
before. Nirvana, euphoria.
My darkness evanesces. My
pain dissipates. All by looking...
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5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Apr 2014 6:05am
26th Apr 2014 6:05am
Home?
It's funny.
I sit here, almost 28 years young.
Cigarette in hand. My leopard print,
thigh length dressing gown grazing
my upper thighs and revealing that
there's nothing but flesh and bone
underneath. Looking through the
smoky haze at the half empty bottle
of Jim Beam next to me. Left half of
my face, slowly swelling. Cum still
dripping from one well-used and
abused hole. Feeling empty, like
when you've drank your last drop of
vodka and there's nothing left to
numb your pain. So you know, usual
shit.
And yet,...
I sit here, almost 28 years young.
Cigarette in hand. My leopard print,
thigh length dressing gown grazing
my upper thighs and revealing that
there's nothing but flesh and bone
underneath. Looking through the
smoky haze at the half empty bottle
of Jim Beam next to me. Left half of
my face, slowly swelling. Cum still
dripping from one well-used and
abused hole. Feeling empty, like
when you've drank your last drop of
vodka and there's nothing left to
numb your pain. So you know, usual
shit.
And yet,...
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2014 12:09pm
23rd Apr 2014 12:09pm
X
Oh god what is happening?
I'm being torn in half and I
have no way of stopping it.
This isn't me. This can't be
real. Two halves of my soul
fighting a bloody battle to
the death. Which one will
die first? Please just kiss
and make up. I can't handle
this. I'm torn between myself
and I don't know what to do.
Please just stop and calm down.
No you're gonna fucking pay
for depriving me of what I want
Can't we talk like sane humans?
You lost your sanity a while ago,
whore.
Don't call me that. You know I'm
nothing like...
I'm being torn in half and I
have no way of stopping it.
This isn't me. This can't be
real. Two halves of my soul
fighting a bloody battle to
the death. Which one will
die first? Please just kiss
and make up. I can't handle
this. I'm torn between myself
and I don't know what to do.
Please just stop and calm down.
No you're gonna fucking pay
for depriving me of what I want
Can't we talk like sane humans?
You lost your sanity a while ago,
whore.
Don't call me that. You know I'm
nothing like...
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ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2014 11:59am
23rd Apr 2014 11:59am
You f**king c**t
I want to break both of your
skulls against one another.
Like two ripe watermelons.
You should have listened to
me. Oh, you're so hellbent
on fucking her? Fuck her. I
dare you. Go ahead. But
don't expect me to be here
when you've had your fill,
you fucking man whore.
You ok, honey?
Oh of course. You'd rather
fuck other women and leave
me here wondering. But that's
ok. I'd better be fucking used
to it by now. I feel my inner
peace deteriorating which
each lie you tell me. With each
rancid kiss you leave on my ...
skulls against one another.
Like two ripe watermelons.
You should have listened to
me. Oh, you're so hellbent
on fucking her? Fuck her. I
dare you. Go ahead. But
don't expect me to be here
when you've had your fill,
you fucking man whore.
You ok, honey?
Oh of course. You'd rather
fuck other women and leave
me here wondering. But that's
ok. I'd better be fucking used
to it by now. I feel my inner
peace deteriorating which
each lie you tell me. With each
rancid kiss you leave on my ...
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ANGER POEM
Published
24th Mar 2014 11:13am
24th Mar 2014 11:13am
Untitled
For you, my love, I want the little
red thing, beating in your chest
to pump it's way out. Ripping
through your skin as if it were
only parchment. I want to see your
toxic essence pouring out of your
chest cavity. And with your dying
breath, I want to hear you beg for
forgiveness, my sweet.
red thing, beating in your chest
to pump it's way out. Ripping
through your skin as if it were
only parchment. I want to see your
toxic essence pouring out of your
chest cavity. And with your dying
breath, I want to hear you beg for
forgiveness, my sweet.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Feb 2014 11:37am
27th Feb 2014 11:37am
The Fallen One
Sweet, innocent, Jezebel.
How did you get so messed
up in this world of sinners?
From a Mormon family, oh
honey, how'd you end up
a masochist in my possession?
Mine, to defile your sweet,
tender skin. You lips, mine
to bruise. Your body, is mine.
And you love every second of
it.
Not sure how you fell from
grace, sweet angels. But let
me guide the way into a life
worth living, baby.
How did you get so messed
up in this world of sinners?
From a Mormon family, oh
honey, how'd you end up
a masochist in my possession?
Mine, to defile your sweet,
tender skin. You lips, mine
to bruise. Your body, is mine.
And you love every second of
it.
Not sure how you fell from
grace, sweet angels. But let
me guide the way into a life
worth living, baby.
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