Submissions by BlackedSoul (Daniella Dravinski)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Let the hatred and darkness in my words surround you...
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Jan 2014 10:09am
9th Jan 2014 10:09am
Eat Me, Drink Me
Your kisses fill me with such pleasure
that I'm instantly breathless and your
body? Knocks me off my feet. Do what
you will, I'll never tell, say what you will,
I'll never feel. Oh the sweet things you
do. Slowly twisting my nipples, kneading
them between your fingers. Dipping into
my soul, slipping into my life with such
purpose and meaning, it's almost like you
want me alive and loving but dearest, you'll
never have me.
Rip my body, take it for yourself, feast on
my flesh, darling. I don't mind, really. Suck ...
that I'm instantly breathless and your
body? Knocks me off my feet. Do what
you will, I'll never tell, say what you will,
I'll never feel. Oh the sweet things you
do. Slowly twisting my nipples, kneading
them between your fingers. Dipping into
my soul, slipping into my life with such
purpose and meaning, it's almost like you
want me alive and loving but dearest, you'll
never have me.
Rip my body, take it for yourself, feast on
my flesh, darling. I don't mind, really. Suck ...
1008 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Jan 2014 12:37pm
5th Jan 2014 12:37pm
Letters To Matthew
I've never felt more alone than when I was
with you. You scared me into submission.
If you didn't get your way, you'd sulk.
Depriving me of love and affection.
Conditional love.
You always wanted us to be perfect, wanted
me to be perfect. Yes sir, no sir, three bags
full, sir. When I stopped dressing up, stopped
wearing make-up. I wasn't giving up. I thought
I could be myself.
As loud as I screamed inside, you never heard.
And if you did, you never listened. You never
understood me and unlike you, I don't need
constant...
with you. You scared me into submission.
If you didn't get your way, you'd sulk.
Depriving me of love and affection.
Conditional love.
You always wanted us to be perfect, wanted
me to be perfect. Yes sir, no sir, three bags
full, sir. When I stopped dressing up, stopped
wearing make-up. I wasn't giving up. I thought
I could be myself.
As loud as I screamed inside, you never heard.
And if you did, you never listened. You never
understood me and unlike you, I don't need
constant...
850 reads
11 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Jan 2014 3:09pm
4th Jan 2014 3:09pm
The Devil's Fruit Part 1
You're a sweet one, just ripe for the
picking. Young one, you're so innocent,
poor darling. No idea what to expect.
You stare at us, wide-eyed and surprised.
You were told never to come here, to this
house of ill-repute but here you are, on
your knees, begging. Pleading. Bleeding.
You want to bite. Bite the Devil's sweet,
sweet fruit.
You pure whore, you get on your knees.
My man wants a threesome, a master and
mistress team with a poor, sweet dear little
pure whore like you to play with, toy with. To
hurt and humiliate, god...
picking. Young one, you're so innocent,
poor darling. No idea what to expect.
You stare at us, wide-eyed and surprised.
You were told never to come here, to this
house of ill-repute but here you are, on
your knees, begging. Pleading. Bleeding.
You want to bite. Bite the Devil's sweet,
sweet fruit.
You pure whore, you get on your knees.
My man wants a threesome, a master and
mistress team with a poor, sweet dear little
pure whore like you to play with, toy with. To
hurt and humiliate, god...
839 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2014 2:49am
3rd Jan 2014 2:49am
Beauty and The Beast
A beautiful woman once asked
me why a gorgeous girl like me
was single, was it choice or
otherwise. I said it was because
I'd been waiting for her to fill the
void beside me. We kissed and
that was the end of it. But now I
realise that the reason I remain
single is because I feel that I'm
not good enough for anyone and
I would hate to burden someone
with my love. That the women
around me are too beautiful and
I'm just a monster. The beast instead
of the beauty. And when I feel this way,
these words are truer than...
me why a gorgeous girl like me
was single, was it choice or
otherwise. I said it was because
I'd been waiting for her to fill the
void beside me. We kissed and
that was the end of it. But now I
realise that the reason I remain
single is because I feel that I'm
not good enough for anyone and
I would hate to burden someone
with my love. That the women
around me are too beautiful and
I'm just a monster. The beast instead
of the beauty. And when I feel this way,
these words are truer than...
609 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
31st Dec 2013 7:12am
31st Dec 2013 7:12am
I Need A Doctor
My words don't flow as easy as they
once did. Half finished stories and
half emotive poems. My words are
empty and meaningless now. Oh
doctor, can't you help me?
Help me get the life back into my
words, the skip back in my stories
and the emotion back in my poems
before I become truly hollow inside,
like the poems I now write.
once did. Half finished stories and
half emotive poems. My words are
empty and meaningless now. Oh
doctor, can't you help me?
Help me get the life back into my
words, the skip back in my stories
and the emotion back in my poems
before I become truly hollow inside,
like the poems I now write.
573 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2013 12:22pm
23rd Dec 2013 12:22pm
No One Can Hear You 6 Feet Under
I might as well be dead and you didn't
even go to my funeral, you twat. I cry,
I scream for help and dare I get it? No,
because you want me to be silenced.
You think ignoring my pleas will silence
them? Well I hope your guilt weighs down
on you like a ton of distorted screams.
Like your trapped under my tears.
I'm already trapped 6 feet under my own
screams and the time I needed help clawing
my way out of a pit of my own problems is
the day you decide to turn your back and
say "Tough". Yeah? Well fuck you too.
even go to my funeral, you twat. I cry,
I scream for help and dare I get it? No,
because you want me to be silenced.
You think ignoring my pleas will silence
them? Well I hope your guilt weighs down
on you like a ton of distorted screams.
Like your trapped under my tears.
I'm already trapped 6 feet under my own
screams and the time I needed help clawing
my way out of a pit of my own problems is
the day you decide to turn your back and
say "Tough". Yeah? Well fuck you too.
641 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Dec 2013 12:24pm
20th Dec 2013 12:24pm
Tell Me
Your bright eyes hold so many
dark secrets, and I want to know
them all. Your arms hold so many
stories. Please, tell me each one.
I want to know everything. Everything
that makes you the way you are.
For years, I've been a misunderstood
shadow, a lost soul bound to earth
but then I met you and you understood.
You knew my story before I could
tell it. You knew, because I'm just
like you. Shying away from love
and life. Dear reaper, dear friend.
Tell me. Tell me everything.
dark secrets, and I want to know
them all. Your arms hold so many
stories. Please, tell me each one.
I want to know everything. Everything
that makes you the way you are.
For years, I've been a misunderstood
shadow, a lost soul bound to earth
but then I met you and you understood.
You knew my story before I could
tell it. You knew, because I'm just
like you. Shying away from love
and life. Dear reaper, dear friend.
Tell me. Tell me everything.
600 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Dec 2013 12:23pm
20th Dec 2013 12:23pm
A Blue-Haired Princess
Blue hair of muslin and a smile of
silk, she's sweeter than a kitten
covered in sugar. Her dreads
weave into a beautiful woman
that truly knows how to love,
how to feel.
Her lazy smile is contagious
and her laugh seeps into your
body and encourages you join
in. Her bohemian style is a sight
for sore eyes. The way she walks,
the way she talks. Poetry, in itself.
silk, she's sweeter than a kitten
covered in sugar. Her dreads
weave into a beautiful woman
that truly knows how to love,
how to feel.
Her lazy smile is contagious
and her laugh seeps into your
body and encourages you join
in. Her bohemian style is a sight
for sore eyes. The way she walks,
the way she talks. Poetry, in itself.
500 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Dec 2013 9:34am
19th Dec 2013 9:34am
My Hands
These hands. They
can tear flesh from
bones with an iron
grip and wipe tears
away with the softest
touch.
These hands have
ripped and torn and
been worked to the
bone and yet, have
felt the softest of
nature, the slightest
of kisses.
These hands can
beat the life out of
someone and caress
tender skin with the
most gentle touch of
all.
These hands have
tasted blood, have
taken life and yet,
can still created
beauty. In my art,
in my words, in my
music.
...
can tear flesh from
bones with an iron
grip and wipe tears
away with the softest
touch.
These hands have
ripped and torn and
been worked to the
bone and yet, have
felt the softest of
nature, the slightest
of kisses.
These hands can
beat the life out of
someone and caress
tender skin with the
most gentle touch of
all.
These hands have
tasted blood, have
taken life and yet,
can still created
beauty. In my art,
in my words, in my
music.
...
629 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
16th Dec 2013 1:02pm
16th Dec 2013 1:02pm
Just Give Me My f**king Toys
I just want to feel the euphoria
I feel when I play with my dreams.
I twitch. Oh fuck, where is he? The
fucker is late. I need it. I begin to
sweat and I can slowly feel the
cramping begin. Fuck! I feel sick.
I was warned to stay away from
this shit. Wished I listend. Now I
hang onto every dosage, each
opium-tainted breath. Ooooh
here he is. He looks around,
hands me the bag. I give him
the wad of cash.
How 'bout a kiss?
No
He grabs me.
Why not?
Fuck off, I feel sick
Nausea sweeping through me. I ...
I feel when I play with my dreams.
I twitch. Oh fuck, where is he? The
fucker is late. I need it. I begin to
sweat and I can slowly feel the
cramping begin. Fuck! I feel sick.
I was warned to stay away from
this shit. Wished I listend. Now I
hang onto every dosage, each
opium-tainted breath. Ooooh
here he is. He looks around,
hands me the bag. I give him
the wad of cash.
How 'bout a kiss?
No
He grabs me.
Why not?
Fuck off, I feel sick
Nausea sweeping through me. I ...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
16th Dec 2013 12:52pm
16th Dec 2013 12:52pm
But Don't Tell Him...
Prick!
Oh yeah, that needle
sinking in deep,
caressing my soul
and playing with my
mind. Just want to
find that low.
Prick!
Oh hit me again,
baby. I pay my way
in kisses. And as
thanks? None of
your business.
Prick!
Yes, this is it.
Tip me over the
edge and out of
reality. My little
pain-killing friend,
my numb-buddy,
my dearest, delusion.
Prick!
I'm in too deep for
this shit. Fuck it.
Just don't tell him.
Oh yeah, that needle
sinking in deep,
caressing my soul
and playing with my
mind. Just want to
find that low.
Prick!
Oh hit me again,
baby. I pay my way
in kisses. And as
thanks? None of
your business.
Prick!
Yes, this is it.
Tip me over the
edge and out of
reality. My little
pain-killing friend,
my numb-buddy,
my dearest, delusion.
Prick!
I'm in too deep for
this shit. Fuck it.
Just don't tell him.
616 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Dec 2013 2:36pm
14th Dec 2013 2:36pm
Angel, Devil or Both?
Hey guys, it's been a while. I'm going through a bit of a rough time right now so entries will be few and very far between but I got this piece down last night. Sorry it's a bit short (Hold the penis jokes back)*
A dark-haired angel walks
the realm between heaven
and hell. Her smile can put
all the wrongs right and stop
wars. Still don't know how a
cherub this cute could stand
the cons of man, the putrid
human race. Her grace makes
all that disappear, bit by bit.
A dark-haired angel walks
the realm between heaven
and hell. Her smile can put
all the wrongs right and stop
wars. Still don't know how a
cherub this cute could stand
the cons of man, the putrid
human race. Her grace makes
all that disappear, bit by bit.
562 reads
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