Submissions by Darkblossom666
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hi, i'm Karen. Poet on the good days, writer of dribble on the bad!
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Nov 2016 8:09pm
21st Nov 2016 8:09pm
Succubus slut butter wouldn't melt.
I tired of your melancholy accursing
the page in a child's rage,
the swinging pendulum of a
promiscuous prick teasing succubus,
swimming in the pits of
reality displaying sexuality.
Hands stained, morality
lost in translation begging for
any Gods elation.
I tire of this game of condemnation,
send me home to the
flaming pits of my dark lord and
let him breathe fire into my soul,
fuck it create a vortex
let me be swallowed by
a giant black hole i'll sign my
name across the skies in black kohl.
Burn me upon the
stakes in...
the page in a child's rage,
the swinging pendulum of a
promiscuous prick teasing succubus,
swimming in the pits of
reality displaying sexuality.
Hands stained, morality
lost in translation begging for
any Gods elation.
I tire of this game of condemnation,
send me home to the
flaming pits of my dark lord and
let him breathe fire into my soul,
fuck it create a vortex
let me be swallowed by
a giant black hole i'll sign my
name across the skies in black kohl.
Burn me upon the
stakes in...
607 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Sep 2016 11:52am
28th Sep 2016 11:52am
walk away.
You are wrong, i do not need your pity or gentle gloves as you bid good bye, I do not need the echo of your steps as the distance grows, I do not need your empty words, or hesitations. Take flight to your lonesome broken bird and fix upon her wings, may passions grow and her soul define your own in all that is true within you. Do not place your gentle gloves upon my essence. Walk. Do not turn and utter broken promises as you silence me. Walk. Do not think for a moment I need your pity or non exclusive words. Give to her your final breath and all that lays within. You know not what love is,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Sep 2016 2:53pm
27th Sep 2016 2:53pm
A true gift of love.
Your gift to me I shall treasure
until comes the day when I can
rest upon your chest and feel
the beating of our hearts in unison.
My wings will know the essence of life
upon them as I soar through the skies
resting upon clouds as the ascending
sun skips across mountain tops.
I will wander through the storms of existence,
your love my protection. For I see it now,
no longer do I walk alone, with only my shadow.
I will search the darkness for light
and when needed,
call upon...
until comes the day when I can
rest upon your chest and feel
the beating of our hearts in unison.
My wings will know the essence of life
upon them as I soar through the skies
resting upon clouds as the ascending
sun skips across mountain tops.
I will wander through the storms of existence,
your love my protection. For I see it now,
no longer do I walk alone, with only my shadow.
I will search the darkness for light
and when needed,
call upon...
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ANGER POEM
Published
21st Sep 2016 10:54am
21st Sep 2016 10:54am
The yearning soul.
Fuck you, you have an emptiness in your
soul that you fill with a seed of desperation,
go dance with your dark princess may her
cage fall down upon your soul entrapping
you till death calls upon your door.
May your last memories be the yearning
call of regret, may each pause between
the beating of your heart be for love,
and each beat be for her and know that
as you pull your dying breath into your
lungs you will become one with the universe,
one with the haunting memory of what you
left behind. May that become the essence of your...
soul that you fill with a seed of desperation,
go dance with your dark princess may her
cage fall down upon your soul entrapping
you till death calls upon your door.
May your last memories be the yearning
call of regret, may each pause between
the beating of your heart be for love,
and each beat be for her and know that
as you pull your dying breath into your
lungs you will become one with the universe,
one with the haunting memory of what you
left behind. May that become the essence of your...
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Aug 2016 11:05pm
8th Aug 2016 11:05pm
Anger in my soul
..it's me there's anger in my soul right now,
it burns like flaming torches, petrol at the ready.
You would know this, but you rarely see my words.
always so busy chatting with the birds.
There's anger in my soul right now that will not go away.
I scream inside my head, I cry within my heart...actually that's
a lie as we all know my heart is formed of solid ice
that thaws upon your touch only to freeze again as I catch sight,
but everything I try I am still swamped within the dark.
There's anger in my soul right now that demands I hit escape, ...
it burns like flaming torches, petrol at the ready.
You would know this, but you rarely see my words.
always so busy chatting with the birds.
There's anger in my soul right now that will not go away.
I scream inside my head, I cry within my heart...actually that's
a lie as we all know my heart is formed of solid ice
that thaws upon your touch only to freeze again as I catch sight,
but everything I try I am still swamped within the dark.
There's anger in my soul right now that demands I hit escape, ...
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ANGER POEM
Published
28th Jun 2016 10:41pm
28th Jun 2016 10:41pm
what the f**k ever.
Actually, it's not okay, but it's never okay for me to say.
How do I tell you she has you on puppet strings
and her little finger is lonesome.
She needs her allies...sorry did I say allies i mean her
pets, that she can stroke and stroke.
Did she see? Did you purposefully dangle words
for her to examine, to search, to ponder.
Then she came, tip tapping in her power heals
wanting her lap doggy back. And you pounced.
Yeah it's fine, your path is your own that I will
never question, your path is your own,
your choices your own, her little finger...
How do I tell you she has you on puppet strings
and her little finger is lonesome.
She needs her allies...sorry did I say allies i mean her
pets, that she can stroke and stroke.
Did she see? Did you purposefully dangle words
for her to examine, to search, to ponder.
Then she came, tip tapping in her power heals
wanting her lap doggy back. And you pounced.
Yeah it's fine, your path is your own that I will
never question, your path is your own,
your choices your own, her little finger...
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2016 10:57pm
22nd Mar 2016 10:57pm
Freddy and Jason.
Covered in blood I search for the light
as my dreams come alive in the dead of the night.
I feel his sharp nails as he claws at my skin
the veil between sleep is so very thin.
But Fred’s not alone, Jason’s, there too,
and I know in an instant my nightmares are true.
There’s no where to hide there’s no where to go,
covered in blood it’s a dream, oh I know.
But the nails are real, and Jason still comes,
and i’m losing my life as I try to out run.
A small little nick on my porcelain skin,
Freddy is dancing as the knife slips in.
They laugh as they...
as my dreams come alive in the dead of the night.
I feel his sharp nails as he claws at my skin
the veil between sleep is so very thin.
But Fred’s not alone, Jason’s, there too,
and I know in an instant my nightmares are true.
There’s no where to hide there’s no where to go,
covered in blood it’s a dream, oh I know.
But the nails are real, and Jason still comes,
and i’m losing my life as I try to out run.
A small little nick on my porcelain skin,
Freddy is dancing as the knife slips in.
They laugh as they...
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ANGER POEM
Published
21st Mar 2016 9:57am
21st Mar 2016 9:57am
Look up.
I'm not actually sure whether it is my smirk;
or the way the words slip of my tongue,
as though I am having fun.
Or perhaps each syllable that I pronounce
on the days when I pounce.
Maybe it's my eye's that should be blue
but are sometimes grey.
Perhaps these are what tell you that
I do not fucking lie.
So look up.
See what you created.
This thing that you have hated.
That steals away your elation.
I am your fucked up creation.
Stop looking at the floor
as though it were a fucking door.
I wont take this shit anymore....
or the way the words slip of my tongue,
as though I am having fun.
Or perhaps each syllable that I pronounce
on the days when I pounce.
Maybe it's my eye's that should be blue
but are sometimes grey.
Perhaps these are what tell you that
I do not fucking lie.
So look up.
See what you created.
This thing that you have hated.
That steals away your elation.
I am your fucked up creation.
Stop looking at the floor
as though it were a fucking door.
I wont take this shit anymore....
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EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Mar 2016 9:32pm
20th Mar 2016 9:32pm
Before me.
I am consumed by a desire deep down inside of me,
to rip open your soul and play havoc in your heart.
To tear apart your body and rip open your chest so
the crimson blood of life can spill across my naked breast.
I want to ruin you, own you and destroy you in the crumpled sheets
of a single bed beneath the incessant rumbles of a thunderous sky.
I want to taste your blood against my tongue,
to chain you in a darkened room with no where to run.
I want pleasure and pain
and multiple orgasms to drive me insane.
...
to rip open your soul and play havoc in your heart.
To tear apart your body and rip open your chest so
the crimson blood of life can spill across my naked breast.
I want to ruin you, own you and destroy you in the crumpled sheets
of a single bed beneath the incessant rumbles of a thunderous sky.
I want to taste your blood against my tongue,
to chain you in a darkened room with no where to run.
I want pleasure and pain
and multiple orgasms to drive me insane.
...
840 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2016 11:37pm
23rd Jan 2016 11:37pm
No price upon your soul.
Your soft pale pink lips invite me toward you,
they entice me, I sense them against my own,
they draw me into the sexual fantasy.
Your words have become invalid now
as I wear this, desire, like a second skin,
tinted red perhaps. But who truly knows
what a succubus looks like in your eyes.
As my fingers twitch I smell the acidic
scent of your burning flesh. I hear the
deep screams of your soul as it is
torn from your body, the empty vessel
of flesh and bone. The smoke is tainted,
vanilla, jasmine and hints of musk.
There is relief that I...
they entice me, I sense them against my own,
they draw me into the sexual fantasy.
Your words have become invalid now
as I wear this, desire, like a second skin,
tinted red perhaps. But who truly knows
what a succubus looks like in your eyes.
As my fingers twitch I smell the acidic
scent of your burning flesh. I hear the
deep screams of your soul as it is
torn from your body, the empty vessel
of flesh and bone. The smoke is tainted,
vanilla, jasmine and hints of musk.
There is relief that I...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Jan 2016 10:42am
15th Jan 2016 10:42am
The Sexual Flow of Essence.
Dig deeper,
pull yourself within.
Let go
and live a life of sin.
Feel the essence flow
as you finally scream no.
Touch it,
with abandoned desire
let it take over
the long forgotten fire.
Feel the essence flow
as you finally let go.
Feel it
as anticipation grows
thrust upon the spirit
let the sinful fire flow.
Feel the essence flow
as your readiness grows,
feel the essence flow
as you finally let go.
pull yourself within.
Let go
and live a life of sin.
Feel the essence flow
as you finally scream no.
Touch it,
with abandoned desire
let it take over
the long forgotten fire.
Feel the essence flow
as you finally let go.
Feel it
as anticipation grows
thrust upon the spirit
let the sinful fire flow.
Feel the essence flow
as your readiness grows,
feel the essence flow
as you finally let go.
837 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Jan 2016 12:19pm
14th Jan 2016 12:19pm
Thoughts of innocent.
Wandering fingers
thoughts that linger.
Eyes that roam
and lips that moan.
As pleasure comes
and fantasies run
through the dark night.
A battle,
I
cannot
fight.
Warmth against my cold skin,
as our bodies touch in mortal sin.
Gone is the girl
that blushes at the world,
the innocent mind,
the precious find,
As pleasure slips
inside her lips.
A different mask a hidden face,
as fingers trace
where moans do spill
and the mind
lets go at will.
Warm tongue
that runs
across my waiting clit,...
thoughts that linger.
Eyes that roam
and lips that moan.
As pleasure comes
and fantasies run
through the dark night.
A battle,
I
cannot
fight.
Warmth against my cold skin,
as our bodies touch in mortal sin.
Gone is the girl
that blushes at the world,
the innocent mind,
the precious find,
As pleasure slips
inside her lips.
A different mask a hidden face,
as fingers trace
where moans do spill
and the mind
lets go at will.
Warm tongue
that runs
across my waiting clit,...
938 reads
4 Comments
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