Submissions by Blake25
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The universe is your canvas
DARK POEM
Published
10th Jan 2013 8:39am
10th Jan 2013 8:39am
Consumed by the Dark
In a dimly-lit corridor,
a young boys
dark angel stands
before him, beckoning
him, like a temptress,
with arms wide
open.
Clothed in absolute
vile, yet blessed
with a frame that evokes
images of a Greek
Goddess, she's
the hell-on-heels
who takes
as she pleases.
Her eyes are
the window to
his soul, and
her heart is the place
where he takes refuge,
oblivious to the...
a young boys
dark angel stands
before him, beckoning
him, like a temptress,
with arms wide
open.
Clothed in absolute
vile, yet blessed
with a frame that evokes
images of a Greek
Goddess, she's
the hell-on-heels
who takes
as she pleases.
Her eyes are
the window to
his soul, and
her heart is the place
where he takes refuge,
oblivious to the...
779 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Jan 2013 10:25pm
7th Jan 2013 10:25pm
Fifty Shades of Me in You
2513 reads
14 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Jan 2013 11:02pm
5th Jan 2013 11:02pm
Boiling Point
Thoughts consume, eradicating my mind...
Body... Soul...
Save me from me.
Body... Soul...
Save me from me.
1438 reads
16 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2013 11:37pm
3rd Jan 2013 11:37pm
Voodoo Doll
Young, vibrant, and
so full of life, Justina
was everything her friends
wanted to be.
Her brown curls flowed
elegantly past her
shoulders, and the
ripped-jean shorts
rode up her ass, like
nobody's business.
Very well rounded,
indeed, for she was
the captain of the
cheerleading
squad, vice president,
and a member of the
homecoming committee.
She had it all, not
that she worked for it or
anything. She had a rich Daddy
that bought her everything. Souped-
up Beamer, Louis...
so full of life, Justina
was everything her friends
wanted to be.
Her brown curls flowed
elegantly past her
shoulders, and the
ripped-jean shorts
rode up her ass, like
nobody's business.
Very well rounded,
indeed, for she was
the captain of the
cheerleading
squad, vice president,
and a member of the
homecoming committee.
She had it all, not
that she worked for it or
anything. She had a rich Daddy
that bought her everything. Souped-
up Beamer, Louis...
823 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2013 1:17am
2nd Jan 2013 1:17am
X's, O's, and Bloody Roses
Your vibe is majestic, I
love drowning in you.
And the window to your
soul is like
a portal to
Never Ever Land. Young, full of
life, and so enchanting,
it brings light to a
dull and crowded room.
You're the angel in my nightmare,
and I'm the non-parallel sided trapezium
that you can't seem to fit in a conglomerate of
beautifully designed squares, which doesn't bother you-
you love me anyway.
Like a unique gem, you hold me so dear
to your heart, yet hide me from
the rest of the...
love drowning in you.
And the window to your
soul is like
a portal to
Never Ever Land. Young, full of
life, and so enchanting,
it brings light to a
dull and crowded room.
You're the angel in my nightmare,
and I'm the non-parallel sided trapezium
that you can't seem to fit in a conglomerate of
beautifully designed squares, which doesn't bother you-
you love me anyway.
Like a unique gem, you hold me so dear
to your heart, yet hide me from
the rest of the...
825 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Dec 2012 1:01am
21st Dec 2012 1:01am
Cheers to all the friends I have lost
All the great minds I
have come to
know are now consumed
by the unoriginal.
I choose not to look, for
the looks on their dying
faces seem very
pitiful.
Pen in hand, I work
endlessly, knowing
these words will
carry me out of the
middle world, a place
where I have failed
the people who
see through me.
I'm sorry, but a working
class hero is not something
I wish to be.
My friends think it's
unacceptable, but...
have come to
know are now consumed
by the unoriginal.
I choose not to look, for
the looks on their dying
faces seem very
pitiful.
Pen in hand, I work
endlessly, knowing
these words will
carry me out of the
middle world, a place
where I have failed
the people who
see through me.
I'm sorry, but a working
class hero is not something
I wish to be.
My friends think it's
unacceptable, but...
904 reads
13 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Dec 2012 00:06am
20th Dec 2012 00:06am
Never to be seen
With eyes that are fifty
shades of dark and blue,
she is beautifully complex,
without reason.
Each day is a new day,
new mood, and different
color.
Black being
the feeling of hurt
and spite, and blue
being the warm sensation
that causes her to feel
cherished and loved.
Each word that escapes
her hidden desire...
shades of dark and blue,
she is beautifully complex,
without reason.
Each day is a new day,
new mood, and different
color.
Black being
the feeling of hurt
and spite, and blue
being the warm sensation
that causes her to feel
cherished and loved.
Each word that escapes
her hidden desire...
916 reads
12 Comments
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