Submissions by DeathnoteWhovian
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Enthusiastic amature... Words and Music are the only ways I can express myself :D
EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Jun 2015 11:44am
10th Jun 2015 11:44am
Sensual attack: P5/5 - sight (dark)
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EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Jun 2015 9:31pm
9th Jun 2015 9:31pm
Sensual attack: P4/5 - smell (dark)
Cigarette smoke lingered on your breath and on your fingertips.
Sweat stained the air with its potent aroma and ghastly origins.
The once safe small of my bedroom, long since forgotten and replaced by whiffs of insecurity and betrayal.
Sweat stained the air with its potent aroma and ghastly origins.
The once safe small of my bedroom, long since forgotten and replaced by whiffs of insecurity and betrayal.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Jun 2015 9:30pm
9th Jun 2015 9:30pm
Sensual attack: P3/5 - Taste (dark)
You also made effort to kiss me ... I couldn't bite. My mouth was full with your tongue and the bitterness of stale cigarettes you once sold as your signature pose.
Half chocked was I after forbidden parts of yours were thrust into my reluctant mouth.
Never before have I been forced to put my mouth to such uses ... To carry the burdened, harshly salted taste of your finish on my once innocent tongue.
Half chocked was I after forbidden parts of yours were thrust into my reluctant mouth.
Never before have I been forced to put my mouth to such uses ... To carry the burdened, harshly salted taste of your finish on my once innocent tongue.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Jun 2015 7:19am
9th Jun 2015 7:19am
Sensual attack: P2/5 - Sound (dark)
As your sharpened nails raked across my bare skin my ears hummed the deceitful tune. How dare they listen to such grotesque defiles.
You stare hungrily over and whisper profanities ... Once more my hearing received them clearly over my tortured sobs, much to my dismay.
You tell me how much I wanted this. How I led you on and drove you to it.
You stare hungrily over and whisper profanities ... Once more my hearing received them clearly over my tortured sobs, much to my dismay.
You tell me how much I wanted this. How I led you on and drove you to it.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Jun 2015 7:18am
9th Jun 2015 7:18am
Sensual attack: P1/5 - Touch (dark)
Your loathed paws traced my curves with nauseating appreciation and awe. Still where they touched does my skin crawl.
Your hot rancid breath burnt my flesh and left scolding wounds - of which I'll never out grow or cease to see.
My body entered and defiled over and over ... To your pure adulterated glee and premeditated anticipation.
Left broken, bloody and burned
Your hot rancid breath burnt my flesh and left scolding wounds - of which I'll never out grow or cease to see.
My body entered and defiled over and over ... To your pure adulterated glee and premeditated anticipation.
Left broken, bloody and burned
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ANGER POEM
Published
8th Jun 2015 7:18pm
8th Jun 2015 7:18pm
The world doesn't care
You're always welcome to scream as loud as you want.
To express yourself
To confess
To beg
But the world doesn't hear you. The world doesn't care. It doesn't want to.
You can bang around and thrash and attack but you'll not be stopped ... Or acknowledged.
You can bleed
You can cry
You can STOP...
To express yourself
To confess
To beg
But the world doesn't hear you. The world doesn't care. It doesn't want to.
You can bang around and thrash and attack but you'll not be stopped ... Or acknowledged.
You can bleed
You can cry
You can STOP...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Jun 2015 8:29pm
6th Jun 2015 8:29pm
Prisoners of lust (Haiku)
Cuffed to harsh metal
Cries piercing and desperate
At my will they stay
Cries piercing and desperate
At my will they stay
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ANGER POEM
Published
4th Jun 2015 11:02pm
4th Jun 2015 11:02pm
Structure of care
As if taking them from me once want enough, you have to do it every week ... Twice to mother.
You throw them at us for an hour then drag them back again.
Staring down at us ... Judging ... Laughing ...
"Its just our job!" You defend hopelessly.
Well they're just my family, but you don't care about that.
As always, you care about your job more than defending yourself appropriately.
As long as the paycheck comes in ... So can the children.
Well Fuck you all and your structure of care.
You throw them at us for an hour then drag them back again.
Staring down at us ... Judging ... Laughing ...
"Its just our job!" You defend hopelessly.
Well they're just my family, but you don't care about that.
As always, you care about your job more than defending yourself appropriately.
As long as the paycheck comes in ... So can the children.
Well Fuck you all and your structure of care.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
4th Jun 2015 7:42pm
4th Jun 2015 7:42pm
Lost Lamb
Each day:
We are carried by large welcoming hands, ready to never let go.
We are held and supported through all the decisions we make.
We are directed when we get lost, even if we have fled from the Sheppard.
Forgive me father for I am far from you, bring me back and help me remember what I am provided with.
Your lost lamb,
Ame
We are carried by large welcoming hands, ready to never let go.
We are held and supported through all the decisions we make.
We are directed when we get lost, even if we have fled from the Sheppard.
Forgive me father for I am far from you, bring me back and help me remember what I am provided with.
Your lost lamb,
Ame
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st May 2015 8:22pm
31st May 2015 8:22pm
"Hello ... Goodbye". It's tearful torment
The restrictions of isolation are always bound to upset the mind and damage the physical being; as proved by myself alone.
You were taken, by no justifiable means. Yet they still dangle you in front of us; two balls of barbed wire replacing the comfort of wool to tease a streetwise but otherwise abandoned alley cat.
Naturally the contact is needed, you're our own flesh, bone and blood - and deserved given the false circumstances at hand.
Though I don't know what pains me the most - knowing you're not where you should be. Or, having to say goodbye after each hour out...
You were taken, by no justifiable means. Yet they still dangle you in front of us; two balls of barbed wire replacing the comfort of wool to tease a streetwise but otherwise abandoned alley cat.
Naturally the contact is needed, you're our own flesh, bone and blood - and deserved given the false circumstances at hand.
Though I don't know what pains me the most - knowing you're not where you should be. Or, having to say goodbye after each hour out...
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DARK POEM
Published
28th May 2015 8:41pm
28th May 2015 8:41pm
Alone and alive, six ft under.
Ever opened your eyes and seen nothing?
Have you ever outstretched your arms and not had the room?
Ever inhaled and not had the oxygen -an empty breath?
No? Your Lucky.
I awoke to darkness. Wished to sleep. I start to wonder Knew where I was. Six ft under.
Mistakes made, I'm not dead.
Burrows before my time. The undertaker lied.
Nails claw at the silk lining of my death bed. Its uneven scrape tearing at my ears reminding me of my confines.
Oh how I wish to see the sun once more. To feel it blaze at my pale skin.
QaMy life I...
Have you ever outstretched your arms and not had the room?
Ever inhaled and not had the oxygen -an empty breath?
No? Your Lucky.
I awoke to darkness. Wished to sleep. I start to wonder Knew where I was. Six ft under.
Mistakes made, I'm not dead.
Burrows before my time. The undertaker lied.
Nails claw at the silk lining of my death bed. Its uneven scrape tearing at my ears reminding me of my confines.
Oh how I wish to see the sun once more. To feel it blaze at my pale skin.
QaMy life I...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
28th May 2015 8:36pm
28th May 2015 8:36pm
Always his (Sub or Dom competition)
Wilting under his being,
bodies close and touching.
His every desire
my loyal promise;
every lustful word
engraved into my flesh,
an eternal reminder
that I am his.
bodies close and touching.
His every desire
my loyal promise;
every lustful word
engraved into my flesh,
an eternal reminder
that I am his.
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