Submissions by ExquisiteFreaksow
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
16th Apr 2013 8:36am
16th Apr 2013 8:36am
The Troubled Heart
O tortured and broken soul,
Your heart is troubled again.
Pacing in that old black hole,
We all call misery and pain...
Your heart is troubled again.
Pacing in that old black hole,
We all call misery and pain...
709 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Apr 2013 4:35pm
15th Apr 2013 4:35pm
The Love
Over two years had passed since we were parted,
but all it took was a second for me to look at you and I was right back to where I started.
I tried to move on but it was something that I could not do,
to give my heart to another man when it has always belonged to you.
There must be a reason why I cannot forget you,
why I can't move on, hate or regret you.
And there must be a reason when I look into your eyes,
I feel a love that once kindled never dies.
but all it took was a second for me to look at you and I was right back to where I started.
I tried to move on but it was something that I could not do,
to give my heart to another man when it has always belonged to you.
There must be a reason why I cannot forget you,
why I can't move on, hate or regret you.
And there must be a reason when I look into your eyes,
I feel a love that once kindled never dies.
701 reads
0 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Apr 2013 4:27pm
15th Apr 2013 4:27pm
Unfinished Prayer
Oh Mother Mary,
come and save me,
from this dark oblivion,
that I am living in...
come and save me,
from this dark oblivion,
that I am living in...
706 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Apr 2013 7:33am
10th Apr 2013 7:33am
Silk Noir
I am shrouded in silk noir,
On my way to my favourite bar.
Black false lashes, silver stiletto heels,
Strobe light flashes, I love the way it feels.
Cosmopolitan diamonds and Vogue pearls,
Full length Gaultier ball gowns worn by both boys and girls.
So let's have one more Champaign cocktail and get a limo home,
Goodbye and Goodnight, "I want to be let alone."
On my way to my favourite bar.
Black false lashes, silver stiletto heels,
Strobe light flashes, I love the way it feels.
Cosmopolitan diamonds and Vogue pearls,
Full length Gaultier ball gowns worn by both boys and girls.
So let's have one more Champaign cocktail and get a limo home,
Goodbye and Goodnight, "I want to be let alone."
746 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th Apr 2013 7:17am
10th Apr 2013 7:17am
Macabre
Run like Rabbits in the dark night,
Scared to breathe and choked with fright,
Wriggling and squirming,
The worms are turning.
The dark ones are learning,
Of what you fear the most...
Scared to breathe and choked with fright,
Wriggling and squirming,
The worms are turning.
The dark ones are learning,
Of what you fear the most...
689 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Apr 2013 9:01am
9th Apr 2013 9:01am
Dirty Secret
When I was only thirteen I gave birth to a son,
the only thing is I have never told anyone.
This is my dirty secret and it's mine to keep,
for the wounds it has caused run far too deep.
Not to talk is not to know and not to know is to never exist,
but a whole lifetime without my son was never what I had wished.
I just hope that he lived.
He might not have made it to one day old.
I mean, how could a baby possibly survive in the bitter rain and cold?
I deny nothing yet I regret it all,
I can still see him in my head; crying, wrapped in a muslin shawl....
the only thing is I have never told anyone.
This is my dirty secret and it's mine to keep,
for the wounds it has caused run far too deep.
Not to talk is not to know and not to know is to never exist,
but a whole lifetime without my son was never what I had wished.
I just hope that he lived.
He might not have made it to one day old.
I mean, how could a baby possibly survive in the bitter rain and cold?
I deny nothing yet I regret it all,
I can still see him in my head; crying, wrapped in a muslin shawl....
790 reads
0 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Apr 2013 8:43am
9th Apr 2013 8:43am
Alternate Love
I let you in to touch my core,
then I continue to lick and kiss the floor.
You leave me broken, tired and sore,
after you throw your head back and scream for more...
then I continue to lick and kiss the floor.
You leave me broken, tired and sore,
after you throw your head back and scream for more...
825 reads
0 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Apr 2013 9:43am
8th Apr 2013 9:43am
Good Morning Charlie
Morning has broken with white on the mirror,
My eyes glaze over as my soul starts to shiver.
Soon my body will ache, my make-up shall flake,
Jesus I don't know how much more of this shit I can take!
The dark, storm cloud hangs over my head,
I cry for no reason, lying broken in my bed.
My mind is alive yet my body is dead.
So I do what I need to do and I cut a line,
Then the storm cloud disappears and I suddenly feel fine.
My eyes glaze over as my soul starts to shiver.
Soon my body will ache, my make-up shall flake,
Jesus I don't know how much more of this shit I can take!
The dark, storm cloud hangs over my head,
I cry for no reason, lying broken in my bed.
My mind is alive yet my body is dead.
So I do what I need to do and I cut a line,
Then the storm cloud disappears and I suddenly feel fine.
862 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Apr 2013 10:59am
7th Apr 2013 10:59am
Little Miss Black Widow
It happened on the eve of her wedding day,
when the groom decided to say, "I want your sister instead."
So Little Miss Black Widow put three bullets in his head...
when the groom decided to say, "I want your sister instead."
So Little Miss Black Widow put three bullets in his head...
1315 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Apr 2013 9:31am
7th Apr 2013 9:31am
Untitled
She smoked opium with Jimmy Page,
Spat out gems of spite like a whore with rage.
The embodiment of filth and Ill repute,
She had once been pictured by Vogue with the foil in her hand taking a toot,
She could smoke a cigarette and make it look healthy,
Whilst she fucked for a dime; the rich and the wealthy.
No, I shall never forget the woman who said,
"Don't pity me, I'm already dead."
Spat out gems of spite like a whore with rage.
The embodiment of filth and Ill repute,
She had once been pictured by Vogue with the foil in her hand taking a toot,
She could smoke a cigarette and make it look healthy,
Whilst she fucked for a dime; the rich and the wealthy.
No, I shall never forget the woman who said,
"Don't pity me, I'm already dead."
748 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Apr 2013 9:58am
6th Apr 2013 9:58am
My Oh So Mutilated Self (As Red As The Rose)
825 reads
3 Comments
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