Submissions by Egoist
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Dec 2012 8:43pm
20th Dec 2012 8:43pm
Just Disappear
You beat me to a bloody pulp
and left me bruised and scarred
from the inside out.
You crushed my dreams of love
and alienated my heart from the
rest of the world.
I was your bitch, your dog that
you made eat dirt, and you were my
master who I loved despite all that
cruelty.
I ran away from you in a split moment
of courage, ran into the arms of my
first female partner.
You stalk me like a shadow, a bad
memory I will never forget, one I can
never leave behind.
Not until I am dead.
You made me pay...
and left me bruised and scarred
from the inside out.
You crushed my dreams of love
and alienated my heart from the
rest of the world.
I was your bitch, your dog that
you made eat dirt, and you were my
master who I loved despite all that
cruelty.
I ran away from you in a split moment
of courage, ran into the arms of my
first female partner.
You stalk me like a shadow, a bad
memory I will never forget, one I can
never leave behind.
Not until I am dead.
You made me pay...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Dec 2012 6:32am
11th Dec 2012 6:32am
Tomorrow
I don't care how it happens
just as long as it does.
Please don't end it without
a word in those tears of yours
that you shed in silence.
It pains me, thinking of you
curled in your bed, crying
and cutting yourself to shreds.
I don't care how it happens,
as I said, just please promise
I'll wake up tomorrow and you
won't be dead.
just as long as it does.
Please don't end it without
a word in those tears of yours
that you shed in silence.
It pains me, thinking of you
curled in your bed, crying
and cutting yourself to shreds.
I don't care how it happens,
as I said, just please promise
I'll wake up tomorrow and you
won't be dead.
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ANGER POEM
Published
6th Dec 2012 9:09pm
6th Dec 2012 9:09pm
Annoying People Like You
It's people like you that really
know how to push my buttons in every
wrong way possible.
Your arrogance and belief to be so
correct and right makes me want to
rip your vocal chords out of your
throat bare handed.
Really, your existence is so annoying
and such a bother, I really just want
you to go commit suicide or something
productive for once.
It's annoying people like you that really
make me blood-thirsty.
know how to push my buttons in every
wrong way possible.
Your arrogance and belief to be so
correct and right makes me want to
rip your vocal chords out of your
throat bare handed.
Really, your existence is so annoying
and such a bother, I really just want
you to go commit suicide or something
productive for once.
It's annoying people like you that really
make me blood-thirsty.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Dec 2012 5:36am
5th Dec 2012 5:36am
Whispers
The room is dark and nearly silent
excluding the heavy breaths that
are intermingling.
Soft moans of pleasure, grunts of
force behind the thrust of hips that
pierce me deeper and deeper with the
attached spear.
I can't move, my hands are cuffed to
the bedposts.
My voice is trapped behind a red little
ball in my mouth, lodged between my lips
which are clenching it tighter and tighter
with increased pleasure.
You're gasping, forcing yourself deeper
and deeper, my body trembling in a sick
mixture of pleasure and...
excluding the heavy breaths that
are intermingling.
Soft moans of pleasure, grunts of
force behind the thrust of hips that
pierce me deeper and deeper with the
attached spear.
I can't move, my hands are cuffed to
the bedposts.
My voice is trapped behind a red little
ball in my mouth, lodged between my lips
which are clenching it tighter and tighter
with increased pleasure.
You're gasping, forcing yourself deeper
and deeper, my body trembling in a sick
mixture of pleasure and...
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ANGER POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2012 5:37am
3rd Dec 2012 5:37am
Don't
You try to hold me back as
the world is throwing daggers
at the weak spots in my body.
You grip my wrist and scream
at me to stop.
You beg, you cry, but I can't.
I will demolish this world and
all who try to take me down, even
if that means I must demolish you
as well.
You, my Dearest, don't cry for me.
I am the devil crammed into a small
woman's body, a truly cruel being who
only wants to hurt and cause pain.
Your tears are staining me.
I can't love you because love is something
that causes me...
the world is throwing daggers
at the weak spots in my body.
You grip my wrist and scream
at me to stop.
You beg, you cry, but I can't.
I will demolish this world and
all who try to take me down, even
if that means I must demolish you
as well.
You, my Dearest, don't cry for me.
I am the devil crammed into a small
woman's body, a truly cruel being who
only wants to hurt and cause pain.
Your tears are staining me.
I can't love you because love is something
that causes me...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2012 5:33am
3rd Dec 2012 5:33am
She's My Religion
Her sprawling body is where
I lay my prayers that are balancing
off the tip of my tongue.
Her sweet flesh is the wine of
the Christ I believe to be my
true savior.
Those arms of hers are like the wings
of an angel, wrapping around me and
making me feel free of sin.
I know I'm tainting her in the sin
of who I am, she the virgin Mary who
is laying in the bed and destroying
the rules of normality with me.
Her fingers tighten on my hair as
I kiss her up and down, head to
toe.
Her breasts hold in them the...
I lay my prayers that are balancing
off the tip of my tongue.
Her sweet flesh is the wine of
the Christ I believe to be my
true savior.
Those arms of hers are like the wings
of an angel, wrapping around me and
making me feel free of sin.
I know I'm tainting her in the sin
of who I am, she the virgin Mary who
is laying in the bed and destroying
the rules of normality with me.
Her fingers tighten on my hair as
I kiss her up and down, head to
toe.
Her breasts hold in them the...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2012 7:43am
2nd Dec 2012 7:43am
Narcissique Remplies (Narcissist fulfilled)
(note; this is wrote in French)
Vous regardez dans le miroir, (You gaze into the mirror,)
trop beau pour s'éloigner. (too beautiful to pull away.)
Enlèvement de la beauté agréable, (Rapture of pleasurable beauty)
vous caressant, égoïste. (caressing yourself, egotistical.)
Votre esprit enveloppe invasive dans les plaisirs sombres. (Your mind wraps invasively into dark pleasures.)
Tomber en amour avec vous-même. (Falling into love with yourself.)
Regarder dans les eaux d'admirer votre reflet,(Gaze into waters to admire your...
Vous regardez dans le miroir, (You gaze into the mirror,)
trop beau pour s'éloigner. (too beautiful to pull away.)
Enlèvement de la beauté agréable, (Rapture of pleasurable beauty)
vous caressant, égoïste. (caressing yourself, egotistical.)
Votre esprit enveloppe invasive dans les plaisirs sombres. (Your mind wraps invasively into dark pleasures.)
Tomber en amour avec vous-même. (Falling into love with yourself.)
Regarder dans les eaux d'admirer votre reflet,(Gaze into waters to admire your...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2012 7:23am
2nd Dec 2012 7:23am
Unnatural
The way my heart is fluttering
is so new to me that I cannot
truly process a way to calm it.
It's beating fast as I watch you.
It's racing, and racing, and
racing so hard.
It's unnatural for me to stand
here before someone, shy and
blushing, wanting to be thought
of as cute and pretty.
It's unusual, I cannot understand
how you have such power over me
when no one else has done this to
me before.
Maybe that's why love is a word I
cannot recognize, or remember.
Have I felt it?
You have begun to...
is so new to me that I cannot
truly process a way to calm it.
It's beating fast as I watch you.
It's racing, and racing, and
racing so hard.
It's unnatural for me to stand
here before someone, shy and
blushing, wanting to be thought
of as cute and pretty.
It's unusual, I cannot understand
how you have such power over me
when no one else has done this to
me before.
Maybe that's why love is a word I
cannot recognize, or remember.
Have I felt it?
You have begun to...
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Dec 2012 10:40am
1st Dec 2012 10:40am
I Was So Excited
I spent my day waiting and waiting
until you'd come to talk to me and
tell me how your day was.
I waited for hours, just staring
ahead blankly for you to turn your
gaze to me.
Please acknowledge my presence and existence.
I spent so long waiting for you, so
many hours, were they all in vain?
I was so excited to see you again,
I smiled and I made sure to be extra
sweet and kind to you.
I wanted you to say how cute I was.
I'm cute, that's what you should tell
me when I am trying hard like this...
until you'd come to talk to me and
tell me how your day was.
I waited for hours, just staring
ahead blankly for you to turn your
gaze to me.
Please acknowledge my presence and existence.
I spent so long waiting for you, so
many hours, were they all in vain?
I was so excited to see you again,
I smiled and I made sure to be extra
sweet and kind to you.
I wanted you to say how cute I was.
I'm cute, that's what you should tell
me when I am trying hard like this...
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Dec 2012 10:09am
1st Dec 2012 10:09am
Tell Me That I'm Pretty
I have done so much for you to
look at me just once, for a
moment.
I have bathed in the blood of
those who dare speak out against
you.
I even left you a special kitten
head as a present knowing that you
love cats so much.
But I'm still considered ugly to
you?
A monster, was that what you whispered?
I am an evil monster because I want
the one I love to gaze at me for a
few moments?
Then I shall bathe in sin and your blood
because when you're dead, your eyes will
always look only at me.
look at me just once, for a
moment.
I have bathed in the blood of
those who dare speak out against
you.
I even left you a special kitten
head as a present knowing that you
love cats so much.
But I'm still considered ugly to
you?
A monster, was that what you whispered?
I am an evil monster because I want
the one I love to gaze at me for a
few moments?
Then I shall bathe in sin and your blood
because when you're dead, your eyes will
always look only at me.
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