Submissions by DevilsPoet
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Just a man trying to find his voice in the world.
DRUGS POEM
Published
25th Aug 2015 11:40pm
25th Aug 2015 11:40pm
Junkie dreams
Hush, little junkie, don't get the shakes .
Dealers gonna getya some hashish
And if that hashish won't chill ya out,
Dealers gonna getya baggie full of E
And if that baggie of E makes ya panic,
Dealers gonna getya a rock or two
And if those rocks gets make ya sad,
Dealers gonna getya lill tik-tik
And if that tik-tik pisses ya off,
Dealers gonna getya some brown sugar
And if that brown sugar makes ya vomit ,
Dealers gonna getya a coke named Charlie
And if that coke named Charlie cost to much,
Dealers...
Dealers gonna getya some hashish
And if that hashish won't chill ya out,
Dealers gonna getya baggie full of E
And if that baggie of E makes ya panic,
Dealers gonna getya a rock or two
And if those rocks gets make ya sad,
Dealers gonna getya lill tik-tik
And if that tik-tik pisses ya off,
Dealers gonna getya some brown sugar
And if that brown sugar makes ya vomit ,
Dealers gonna getya a coke named Charlie
And if that coke named Charlie cost to much,
Dealers...
1065 reads
11 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Aug 2015 6:54pm
24th Aug 2015 6:54pm
To the point
Cold wind howling
Beautiful face contorting
Bright steel slashing
RED
Beautiful face contorting
Bright steel slashing
RED
609 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Aug 2015 6:36pm
24th Aug 2015 6:36pm
A crack in the ceiling
Open a Window into my head,
Where you will find sky's are still
a baby blue.
Sun lit rays of light,
still shines upon your hand,
as pristine white puffy clouds
roll by swallowing the light
then regretting the rays of warmth
Back upon the world.
Nature way of playing peekaboo
With us.
Where the sun still shines
You can find me hiding there
Away from this broken world
And all the problems of of day to day life
Don't look at the cracks in my sky
They where never there.
Where you will find sky's are still
a baby blue.
Sun lit rays of light,
still shines upon your hand,
as pristine white puffy clouds
roll by swallowing the light
then regretting the rays of warmth
Back upon the world.
Nature way of playing peekaboo
With us.
Where the sun still shines
You can find me hiding there
Away from this broken world
And all the problems of of day to day life
Don't look at the cracks in my sky
They where never there.
739 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Jul 2015 8:08am
7th Jul 2015 8:08am
~Dial Tone Lover~ Feat: {KinkyVixen666}
1181 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Jul 2015 7:57am
4th Jul 2015 7:57am
~Sophisticated Bitch~
..Sophisticated bitch...hair shiny, perfectly straight nice & neat, tightly pulled up into a bun, not even a strain of hair out of place, no not even one.
Glasses on straight clean as can be not even a smug to be seen.
...Sophisticated bitch...with your black skirt on, no lint or wrinkles, no not even one, no not even a cress to be seen, everything in its right place like when it was brand new.
No tinges of fade on your white button up blouse clean and fresh as though bought brand new.
...Sophisticated bitch...in black high heels long legs smooth as can...
Glasses on straight clean as can be not even a smug to be seen.
...Sophisticated bitch...with your black skirt on, no lint or wrinkles, no not even one, no not even a cress to be seen, everything in its right place like when it was brand new.
No tinges of fade on your white button up blouse clean and fresh as though bought brand new.
...Sophisticated bitch...in black high heels long legs smooth as can...
834 reads
5 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
13th Jun 2015 7:43pm
13th Jun 2015 7:43pm
"Old Pueblo"
Sweltering nights out in my car waiting watching hunting prowling for the Old Pueblo to show his face
Covered in dirt sweat and blood as the moonlit night shows him unto me I awaken from my waiting slumber
I watch as he slowly comes into my view heart pounding sweat beating down my face waiting in silence and anticipation for
this animal creature of the night as he is known to the local people of the southwest "the killer"
I sit waiting hunting prowling for my turn to show the locals that I amigo will put a stop to this animal creature of the night
As the Old...
Covered in dirt sweat and blood as the moonlit night shows him unto me I awaken from my waiting slumber
I watch as he slowly comes into my view heart pounding sweat beating down my face waiting in silence and anticipation for
this animal creature of the night as he is known to the local people of the southwest "the killer"
I sit waiting hunting prowling for my turn to show the locals that I amigo will put a stop to this animal creature of the night
As the Old...
753 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th May 2015 8:09am
25th May 2015 8:09am
In love with a Phoenix
A spark of blue and the smell
of cotton candy, lavender perfume
starts the flame that burns
me to the core of my soul
burning ,burning, burning
into uncontrollable blaze engulfing
ever part of my now frail mind.
Staring into an empty darkness
I fall forward onto a shattered ash
strewn world. Seen only through your amber eyes
Set a flame by your wicked desires
Countless soul's that you have devoured are but a wisp
Of memory to you fire runs though your veins,
Destruction rains in your heart burning all to naught.
From the...
of cotton candy, lavender perfume
starts the flame that burns
me to the core of my soul
burning ,burning, burning
into uncontrollable blaze engulfing
ever part of my now frail mind.
Staring into an empty darkness
I fall forward onto a shattered ash
strewn world. Seen only through your amber eyes
Set a flame by your wicked desires
Countless soul's that you have devoured are but a wisp
Of memory to you fire runs though your veins,
Destruction rains in your heart burning all to naught.
From the...
930 reads
11 Comments
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