Submissions by Carringten_Genesis (Loves Assassin)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th Nov 2019 6:14pm
28th Nov 2019 6:14pm
SATURDAY NIGHT SERVICE
Chained.
To pussy and drugs, I am a servant.
My mistress, pushed me down on my knees,
Set fire to an alter full of weed.
Then spread her knees and said “worship”.
A diamond eyed nymph,
Raised her whip, before she strikes my skin,
She asked.
“When you stand before thy lord, will it all have been worth it?”
I said.
I know Jesus died for our sins,
Then he rose up again,
to bring all sadness to an end and to shine light on the evil within.
Last Sunday I heard this.
But it’s Saturday night,
We pop pills to find purpose. ...
To pussy and drugs, I am a servant.
My mistress, pushed me down on my knees,
Set fire to an alter full of weed.
Then spread her knees and said “worship”.
A diamond eyed nymph,
Raised her whip, before she strikes my skin,
She asked.
“When you stand before thy lord, will it all have been worth it?”
I said.
I know Jesus died for our sins,
Then he rose up again,
to bring all sadness to an end and to shine light on the evil within.
Last Sunday I heard this.
But it’s Saturday night,
We pop pills to find purpose. ...
#religion
#God
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
#morality
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Nov 2019 9:57pm
26th Nov 2019 9:57pm
Nappy Headed Hoes
Imus and Mcguirk said
“They some rough girls”
“Hardcore hoes”
“Jigaboos, tattooed, nappy headed hoes”
“She looks like, she smells like patchouli oil. Or weed”
All my sisters,
Keep your head up
Don’t ever keep your head down.
You are a black beauty.
It’s ok to cry, let your tears run down.
Feel my warmth, Black beauty.
You’re in my arms now.
Black queen, there’s no safer place.
Don’t you ever be scared, there’s no need to fear.
There’s no better place to be, then in your brown skin now. ...
“They some rough girls”
“Hardcore hoes”
“Jigaboos, tattooed, nappy headed hoes”
“She looks like, she smells like patchouli oil. Or weed”
All my sisters,
Keep your head up
Don’t ever keep your head down.
You are a black beauty.
It’s ok to cry, let your tears run down.
Feel my warmth, Black beauty.
You’re in my arms now.
Black queen, there’s no safer place.
Don’t you ever be scared, there’s no need to fear.
There’s no better place to be, then in your brown skin now. ...
#love
#strength
#courage
#inspirational
#respect
431 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Sep 2019 6:10pm
5th Sep 2019 6:10pm
Vintage Romance
Sunset walks along the Hampton boardwalk, morning breath kisses in the bed, with the last person you hope to wake up next to.
Greeting the new day with breakfast in bed.
Tomorrow was never promised so we lived each day like it was our last.
Picnics in the park, dancing till we were dizzy, laying out in the grass spinning records after the water fights were over.
Never thinking twice, the girls in their onesies and new bikinis, followed the boys into the lake head first, our adult swim turned into skinny dipping.
A cleanse in the fountain of forget and no regrets. ...
Greeting the new day with breakfast in bed.
Tomorrow was never promised so we lived each day like it was our last.
Picnics in the park, dancing till we were dizzy, laying out in the grass spinning records after the water fights were over.
Never thinking twice, the girls in their onesies and new bikinis, followed the boys into the lake head first, our adult swim turned into skinny dipping.
A cleanse in the fountain of forget and no regrets. ...
#happiness
#love
#relationships
#romantic
#FallingInLove
422 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Aug 2019 11:34pm
28th Aug 2019 11:34pm
The Red Room
We loved in phases.
We loved not by first sight, but by first touch.
We touched before we ever spoke, and throughout we remained speechless.
We communicated through kiss, so when we fought, it was a duel between gladiators.
The arena our bedroom.
Red is the wine that fueled our passion.
Red is the light that shines on our future, dark, hazy, but visible.
Red is your lipstick.
Red is a stop sign.
Red is a warning.
Red is a caution.
Red could end up being the blood dripping from broken heart.
As for now, Red is my valentine.
We loved not by first sight, but by first touch.
We touched before we ever spoke, and throughout we remained speechless.
We communicated through kiss, so when we fought, it was a duel between gladiators.
The arena our bedroom.
Red is the wine that fueled our passion.
Red is the light that shines on our future, dark, hazy, but visible.
Red is your lipstick.
Red is a stop sign.
Red is a warning.
Red is a caution.
Red could end up being the blood dripping from broken heart.
As for now, Red is my valentine.
#relationships
#lover
#sensual
#temptation
#obsession
492 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Aug 2019 11:08pm
20th Aug 2019 11:08pm
Beautiful Rose
Beautiful rose, the most beautiful rose in the forest of different colors forever planted in the field of my heart,
The greatest amoung flowers
An angel amoung people, the goddess of my garden,
The endless beauty from the dark brown curls to the roots of which your curvy attractive parts stem from,
A beauty like wine it perfects with time,
The dark brown buds that vision your life, that brings the light shining bright which fuels your smile to perfection, That mesmerizing scent that lingers from your body set off by the soft touch of the spring breeze,
The...
The greatest amoung flowers
An angel amoung people, the goddess of my garden,
The endless beauty from the dark brown curls to the roots of which your curvy attractive parts stem from,
A beauty like wine it perfects with time,
The dark brown buds that vision your life, that brings the light shining bright which fuels your smile to perfection, That mesmerizing scent that lingers from your body set off by the soft touch of the spring breeze,
The...
#love
#lust
#relationships
#FallingInLove
#UnrequitedLove
636 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
20th Aug 2019 10:44pm
20th Aug 2019 10:44pm
Dear Notepad
The one who is most trustworthy.
The one who tells no one, nothing.
The one to whom all my secrets are revealed and kept safe.
To you, guardian of the sanctuary of mind.
To you, keeper of my fragile heart.
To you, whom my last hope is with.
Betray me not, my sad heart can not withstand much more.
Dear notepad, hold me, hold me in your embrace and free me not, your love and loyalty is all I've ever known.
The one who tells no one, nothing.
The one to whom all my secrets are revealed and kept safe.
To you, guardian of the sanctuary of mind.
To you, keeper of my fragile heart.
To you, whom my last hope is with.
Betray me not, my sad heart can not withstand much more.
Dear notepad, hold me, hold me in your embrace and free me not, your love and loyalty is all I've ever known.
#strength
#inspirational
#uplifting
#meditation
#healing
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Aug 2019 00:25am
20th Aug 2019 00:25am
The Lighthouse
Once every week, or every two weeks I'm in a state of peace. My mind is clear, my thoughts are clear, and life is clear. My mind is at ease as is my conscious. There's no despair or uncertainty for everything is certain.
I can take a break from the world, I can let my walls down and laugh. I actually laugh, and smile and indulge in the company of a woman.
Once every week or two weeks in actually in the company of woman.
Tranquility has descended upon me and it be best that I not question it, so I don't. I mean why question it?
I have my tribulations and an unknown...
I can take a break from the world, I can let my walls down and laugh. I actually laugh, and smile and indulge in the company of a woman.
Once every week or two weeks in actually in the company of woman.
Tranquility has descended upon me and it be best that I not question it, so I don't. I mean why question it?
I have my tribulations and an unknown...
#love
#relationships
#romantic
#beauty
#FallingInLove
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EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Aug 2019 11:00pm
19th Aug 2019 11:00pm
House Shoes & Hotel Sheets
#lust
#erotic
#lover
#sensual
#passion
623 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Aug 2019 00:13am
19th Aug 2019 00:13am
Dancing Against The Tide, My Love
Love, I dive head first into insanity, swimming incautiously into its depht.
Free, independent in adventure, but codependent as lovers.
we break the surface insepreable, hand in hand, dancing with the tide, our every stroke.
Guided by the pull of Luna's beat.
She kisses a breath of life into me, powerful enough to resecitate the dead.
Return to the world above we shall not, we will not be bound and gagged by society
or hogtied by expectations of our fathers and mothers.
We are like lost planes and sunken ships, may we navigate our way through the storm. ...
Free, independent in adventure, but codependent as lovers.
we break the surface insepreable, hand in hand, dancing with the tide, our every stroke.
Guided by the pull of Luna's beat.
She kisses a breath of life into me, powerful enough to resecitate the dead.
Return to the world above we shall not, we will not be bound and gagged by society
or hogtied by expectations of our fathers and mothers.
We are like lost planes and sunken ships, may we navigate our way through the storm. ...
#happiness
#love
#strength
#ForbiddenLove
#passion
436 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
18th Aug 2019 11:37pm
18th Aug 2019 11:37pm
Saturday Night Reflections
When you write you are staring at yourself in your purest form, yet it’s on paper as oppose to a mirror. Your soul in written form is and arguably the most frightening of the two. Each time you reread, you experience your flaws, your fears and short comings, over and over again. It’s like a never ending horror film.
But with potential for positive outcome.
Writing is not a safe space, writing can very much be the most uncomfortable, gutting, experience ever.
However if one is willing to grow spiritually, intellectually and personally, then writing can always be the...
But with potential for positive outcome.
Writing is not a safe space, writing can very much be the most uncomfortable, gutting, experience ever.
However if one is willing to grow spiritually, intellectually and personally, then writing can always be the...
#learning
#meditation
#passion
#healing
#wisdom
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Aug 2019 9:46pm
16th Aug 2019 9:46pm
White Noise
A place of nothingness.
A garden where nothing grows.
Thoughts are congested like airless rooms.
Murky memories of you darken my mind
Like black water.
White sky, blurred vision, Fog.
Repeating the same sentence over and over again like the hands on a clock.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Every thought.
Did you ever care, did you ever care?
Tick tock, tick tock
A garden where nothing grows.
Thoughts are congested like airless rooms.
Murky memories of you darken my mind
Like black water.
White sky, blurred vision, Fog.
Repeating the same sentence over and over again like the hands on a clock.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Every thought.
Did you ever care, did you ever care?
Tick tock, tick tock
#sadness
#loneliness
#dark
#heartbroken
#despair
435 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Aug 2019 4:23pm
14th Aug 2019 4:23pm
Strangers
Love no more,
The compassion has vanished.
Your side of the bed feels vacant, but I feel soft hands on me.
She doesn’t touch like you, she doesn’t smell like you.
She doesn’t tie her hair like you, your ghost is a seductive stranger.
I’ll quench my thirst for you through her.
The compassion has vanished.
Your side of the bed feels vacant, but I feel soft hands on me.
She doesn’t touch like you, she doesn’t smell like you.
She doesn’t tie her hair like you, your ghost is a seductive stranger.
I’ll quench my thirst for you through her.
#love
#heartbroken
#breakup
#despair
#hurt
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DU Poetry : Submissions by Carringten_Genesis (Loves Assassin)
