Submissions by DevilsChild
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The Dark Side of Poetry
Random Poem 1
1032 reads
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Tempting
Knee high boots with skintight leggings, flowing up a pin skirt
Low cut top with a holy cross lying upon that open cleavage
Knowing that your religion must be false, just hiding away the devil within
Wish I could become the devil inside that body
-When you glance in my direction, I feel you tempting me
From the corner of my eye there you are, smiling
A ritual we do daily with a “hi” and “how are you today?”
Trying to hold back my desires to just pounce, whenever I see that curvy body
Animalistic hunger that I can’t suppress much longer
-When...
Low cut top with a holy cross lying upon that open cleavage
Knowing that your religion must be false, just hiding away the devil within
Wish I could become the devil inside that body
-When you glance in my direction, I feel you tempting me
From the corner of my eye there you are, smiling
A ritual we do daily with a “hi” and “how are you today?”
Trying to hold back my desires to just pounce, whenever I see that curvy body
Animalistic hunger that I can’t suppress much longer
-When...
1155 reads
13 Comments
The Theory of Relevance
927 reads
11 Comments
I’m Trapped in a Painting
Skies in full blue
With clouds moseying along
The rays of sun beaming down on us
So hot, best to not forget the sun screen
Taking your hand into mine with a basket full of food in my other hand
You, carrying the blanket on your shoulder
Heading to the park where we will sit and talk
Eat some pb&j as we make silly jokes
Silly jokes soon turn into naughty flirts
Resting my hand on your bare leg to push are feelings further
My eyes moving from down those short shorts up to that bright yellow top
You lift my chin up, then we both laugh and...
With clouds moseying along
The rays of sun beaming down on us
So hot, best to not forget the sun screen
Taking your hand into mine with a basket full of food in my other hand
You, carrying the blanket on your shoulder
Heading to the park where we will sit and talk
Eat some pb&j as we make silly jokes
Silly jokes soon turn into naughty flirts
Resting my hand on your bare leg to push are feelings further
My eyes moving from down those short shorts up to that bright yellow top
You lift my chin up, then we both laugh and...
922 reads
19 Comments
King Crimson
passion's hunger has awoken me
for too long I have waited to feast
longing for the feel of a beautiful victim
the need has corrupted my thoughts
I hunt for a lady in the moonlit night
searching for a delicious serving
just when all seemed at a lose
there she is as perfect as can be
slender waist with a shapely bottom
a top that accentuates her chest
short hair with deep blue eyes
who is this girl?... maybe a student?
or just a late night laborer?
doesn’t matter
this is my opportunity to...
for too long I have waited to feast
longing for the feel of a beautiful victim
the need has corrupted my thoughts
I hunt for a lady in the moonlit night
searching for a delicious serving
just when all seemed at a lose
there she is as perfect as can be
slender waist with a shapely bottom
a top that accentuates her chest
short hair with deep blue eyes
who is this girl?... maybe a student?
or just a late night laborer?
doesn’t matter
this is my opportunity to...
#dark
#erotic
#vampires
918 reads
4 Comments
No Love, No Watercolors
hearts that seek love
this used to seem foreign to me
love takes but never gives back
is how I used to think
somewhere between never and forever
there is you
a beautiful gallery of movements
your touch brings out the colors in me
blues, reds, and yellows blend
till nothing makes any sense
maybe you can be the exception
tell me you’ll never leave and mean it
staying when I’m not all stable
leading me with a comforting hand
and telling me what I feel matters
I used to view the world in black and white ...
this used to seem foreign to me
love takes but never gives back
is how I used to think
somewhere between never and forever
there is you
a beautiful gallery of movements
your touch brings out the colors in me
blues, reds, and yellows blend
till nothing makes any sense
maybe you can be the exception
tell me you’ll never leave and mean it
staying when I’m not all stable
leading me with a comforting hand
and telling me what I feel matters
I used to view the world in black and white ...
#love
#FallingInLove
1036 reads
11 Comments
Out of This World (Co-written with Rose)
You beam down from the sky
Encounter of the outer worldly kind
Blue neon hair with flawless skin
Your movements leave me speechless
Walking towards me then caressing my cheek, now I’m breathless
My curiosity has reached its peak
Can I be your new world? And you, my extraterrestrial girl?
Like I was just placed in time this place
delivered from the stars to discover what
we didn't already know with the knowledge
of this lonesome traveler calling out
a sentinel for protection found
sincerity waiting in kind for the briefest...
Encounter of the outer worldly kind
Blue neon hair with flawless skin
Your movements leave me speechless
Walking towards me then caressing my cheek, now I’m breathless
My curiosity has reached its peak
Can I be your new world? And you, my extraterrestrial girl?
Like I was just placed in time this place
delivered from the stars to discover what
we didn't already know with the knowledge
of this lonesome traveler calling out
a sentinel for protection found
sincerity waiting in kind for the briefest...
1189 reads
16 Comments
Hi, Mum!
1062 reads
23 Comments
Late Night At The Office (Co-written with MsRocky)
1269 reads
8 Comments
Shattered
1066 reads
16 Comments
The Outlaws (2015 Bonnie & Clyde) In collaboration with jasmine88
1018 reads
10 Comments
The Artist Curse (Co-written with Dave)
cemetery dreaming
beyond the frustration imagery of being free from my infatuation
monsters in the corner cheering me on
angels of life try to keep me calm
so I start thinking are all artist jaded?
does this make me not an artist?
maybe just a lost thinker…
in one hand I’m trying to hold love
in the other hand I'm courting strangers
enchanted vision
smothers out aggravation
inspiration building inside of me,
needing to burn free
demons have held me down to long
light has blurred the lines of reality
so do...
beyond the frustration imagery of being free from my infatuation
monsters in the corner cheering me on
angels of life try to keep me calm
so I start thinking are all artist jaded?
does this make me not an artist?
maybe just a lost thinker…
in one hand I’m trying to hold love
in the other hand I'm courting strangers
enchanted vision
smothers out aggravation
inspiration building inside of me,
needing to burn free
demons have held me down to long
light has blurred the lines of reality
so do...
#art
1012 reads
15 Comments
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