Submissions by Krosgood (Violence)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I like to write about the darker side of the imagination. Dreams, nightmares and psychological horror. Some would say I suffer from night terror,s but I embrace them.
DARK POEM
Published
28th Jun 2015 6:03pm
28th Jun 2015 6:03pm
The forked tongue spider bitch
She spins her web of sex and sin
Her perfect legs pull them in
Enticed with pleasure and soft inked skin
It's a game and she always wins
She'll spit you out wet and half chewed
How she loves to play with her food
Bringing you back with mended wounds
Forgotten sores she then exhumes
But flies can be so dumb
Cut the ropes and watch him run
Make him grovel then give him some
Empty sorrow rolls from her forked tongue
Bite me once shame on you
But the second bite seemed so new
Sexy spider who lived in my room
Spinning a...
Her perfect legs pull them in
Enticed with pleasure and soft inked skin
It's a game and she always wins
She'll spit you out wet and half chewed
How she loves to play with her food
Bringing you back with mended wounds
Forgotten sores she then exhumes
But flies can be so dumb
Cut the ropes and watch him run
Make him grovel then give him some
Empty sorrow rolls from her forked tongue
Bite me once shame on you
But the second bite seemed so new
Sexy spider who lived in my room
Spinning a...
789 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
21st Jun 2015 10:22pm
21st Jun 2015 10:22pm
Die pretty
His fingers crawl beneath the skin like endovascular leeches with paintbrush faces
Intravenously they slither upstream through splitting veins, drawing up the thick and heavy paint
Carving
Cutting
Drawing
Shaping
Artistic homicidal finger paintings
Splattering
Dripping
Filling in the blanks
With the blood that drips
No two are the same
With infantile fascination the walls slowly become the canvas of his imagination
A work of art or murder scene; a beautiful sight and site to be seen
Intravenously they slither upstream through splitting veins, drawing up the thick and heavy paint
Carving
Cutting
Drawing
Shaping
Artistic homicidal finger paintings
Splattering
Dripping
Filling in the blanks
With the blood that drips
No two are the same
With infantile fascination the walls slowly become the canvas of his imagination
A work of art or murder scene; a beautiful sight and site to be seen
667 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
14th Jun 2015 1:29am
14th Jun 2015 1:29am
Necro-romantic
Her beautiful eyes, like oceanic worlds of cobalt and emerald swirls, have been meticulously placed into dry, empty sockets
Realigning optic nervousness they twitch with every stitch
Inch by inch they're pinched and cinched
He knew the sky would fall
And he knew that she would crawl
From beneath the ashes of the moon
Piece by piece
She rebuilds that night
A perfect muscle structure set atop her frame of bone gave her the shape of his desire
So slick they slipped throughout his grip
Off hot meat fresh blood dripped and scalpels ticked from...
Realigning optic nervousness they twitch with every stitch
Inch by inch they're pinched and cinched
He knew the sky would fall
And he knew that she would crawl
From beneath the ashes of the moon
Piece by piece
She rebuilds that night
A perfect muscle structure set atop her frame of bone gave her the shape of his desire
So slick they slipped throughout his grip
Off hot meat fresh blood dripped and scalpels ticked from...
818 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Jun 2015 4:43pm
6th Jun 2015 4:43pm
Cenobite: the whore of hurt
Where she comes from nobody knows but hell is in her eyes
Black and sunken deep in the perfection of cold, pale and white
A masterpiece of lacerations, some slits and some open wide
Weeping wounds like decorations, endlessly they cry
Her skin opens like an eye to show her shiny, exposing spine
While masochists fingertips slide down and count the vertebrae of the sadist concubine
Razor wire whips this bitch with chains around her wrists
Arms pulled wide and tight she can't resist shaped like a crucifix
Her moans of ecstasy echo off the dungeon...
Black and sunken deep in the perfection of cold, pale and white
A masterpiece of lacerations, some slits and some open wide
Weeping wounds like decorations, endlessly they cry
Her skin opens like an eye to show her shiny, exposing spine
While masochists fingertips slide down and count the vertebrae of the sadist concubine
Razor wire whips this bitch with chains around her wrists
Arms pulled wide and tight she can't resist shaped like a crucifix
Her moans of ecstasy echo off the dungeon...
949 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th May 2015 4:05am
24th May 2015 4:05am
The Leech Mother
She's lived in places not fit for man,
If life is something she's ever had.
Taken, yes so she had possessed
A thousand or more but none she had kept.
Her eyes are blind but still she sees
Through the leech broods her rotting womb still breeds,
Becoming sight and a blood catching vial.
She stirs the cauldron, her recipes vile.
They slither and squirm,
Those toothed bloodthirsty worms,
And come back a sack of corpulence
Full of the necessary ingredients.
Maggots fall from her mouth with a whisper
Into the soup, a...
If life is something she's ever had.
Taken, yes so she had possessed
A thousand or more but none she had kept.
Her eyes are blind but still she sees
Through the leech broods her rotting womb still breeds,
Becoming sight and a blood catching vial.
She stirs the cauldron, her recipes vile.
They slither and squirm,
Those toothed bloodthirsty worms,
And come back a sack of corpulence
Full of the necessary ingredients.
Maggots fall from her mouth with a whisper
Into the soup, a...
717 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th May 2015 00:45am
18th May 2015 00:45am
The Dude
(Submitted to the Mans best friend comp in 2014. I never added it to my list for some reason)
One last ride with you ol' friend
One more ride until the end
To this desert where we used to run
It was the hardest ride with you for sure
And I remember just a ball of fur
But that was so many years ago
We had a good run and I'll remember you forever
I can't forget how we matured together
And all those memories will never fade
The hardest part wasn't finding you
Because I knew it was going to end soon
Nor was it hardest...
One last ride with you ol' friend
One more ride until the end
To this desert where we used to run
It was the hardest ride with you for sure
And I remember just a ball of fur
But that was so many years ago
We had a good run and I'll remember you forever
I can't forget how we matured together
And all those memories will never fade
The hardest part wasn't finding you
Because I knew it was going to end soon
Nor was it hardest...
630 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
29th Apr 2015 6:42am
29th Apr 2015 6:42am
Lysergic Acid (doorway) Diethylamide
Shivers down my spine
Leave me restless
Thrashing awake from this alternative reality
Realizing that my mind has been turned against me
Is reality not our own perception on life?
The uttermost grasp on existence we hold
Yet being confined to the boundaries of our minds
Is all we know
A textured visuality is slipping past our comprehension
Breaking the laws of physical annotation
Leaving us oblivious
To the untouched portion of our stimulus
The mind is a terrible thing to waste
But do we not waste...
Leave me restless
Thrashing awake from this alternative reality
Realizing that my mind has been turned against me
Is reality not our own perception on life?
The uttermost grasp on existence we hold
Yet being confined to the boundaries of our minds
Is all we know
A textured visuality is slipping past our comprehension
Breaking the laws of physical annotation
Leaving us oblivious
To the untouched portion of our stimulus
The mind is a terrible thing to waste
But do we not waste...
700 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Apr 2015 5:12am
14th Apr 2015 5:12am
Dawn of The Body Modder
Needles driven
Punched through
Juxtaposed pointillism
Ink saturated wound
Electricity lanced
"Stars and bars"
This is the dawn of the masochists who bear colorful scars
Show me your skin
Canvas clean
Break down, give in
Give it to me
I, artist
Scarification
In the generation of elation through body modification
Flesh tunnel
Large gauge
Implants
All the rage
Parlor shops
Addictions and cures
Oh the things our skin endures
Temporary pain
Instant...
Punched through
Juxtaposed pointillism
Ink saturated wound
Electricity lanced
"Stars and bars"
This is the dawn of the masochists who bear colorful scars
Show me your skin
Canvas clean
Break down, give in
Give it to me
I, artist
Scarification
In the generation of elation through body modification
Flesh tunnel
Large gauge
Implants
All the rage
Parlor shops
Addictions and cures
Oh the things our skin endures
Temporary pain
Instant...
923 reads
3 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
11th Apr 2015 7:50pm
11th Apr 2015 7:50pm
The Shadow wears a hat
The shadow wears a hat
(Old prose I revamped and retitled. Original post is called The Thing of nightmares.)
I dreamt in a series of dreams the other night like never before
I discovered new levels of the subconscious
And place between being awake and asleep, being asleep, and then there's that lucid state of dreaming that we all know about but few experience
I've know of the sandman but this wasn't his work
Do you know about the shadow people?
Whatever it was it didn't help or make me fall asleep, it was more like it wouldn't let me...
(Old prose I revamped and retitled. Original post is called The Thing of nightmares.)
I dreamt in a series of dreams the other night like never before
I discovered new levels of the subconscious
And place between being awake and asleep, being asleep, and then there's that lucid state of dreaming that we all know about but few experience
I've know of the sandman but this wasn't his work
Do you know about the shadow people?
Whatever it was it didn't help or make me fall asleep, it was more like it wouldn't let me...
772 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Jan 2015 3:17pm
25th Jan 2015 3:17pm
The corruption and the purest of virgins
970 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
16th Dec 2014 6:52pm
16th Dec 2014 6:52pm
Encounter with The Boogeyman
He hides in your closet
He hides under your bed
Lurking in the dark hallway waiting for you to go to sleep
So he can slither up your sheets and get into your head
He feeds on your fear
He feeds on your panic
Inducing dread
You feed his hunger so manic
You cannot escape him
He knows all of your hiding places
Like under the covers where you hide all of your faces
The chill on your toes is him licking your feet
The waking up cold is him stealing your heat
Vampiric in nature though unnaturally so
He moves like the wind from...
He hides under your bed
Lurking in the dark hallway waiting for you to go to sleep
So he can slither up your sheets and get into your head
He feeds on your fear
He feeds on your panic
Inducing dread
You feed his hunger so manic
You cannot escape him
He knows all of your hiding places
Like under the covers where you hide all of your faces
The chill on your toes is him licking your feet
The waking up cold is him stealing your heat
Vampiric in nature though unnaturally so
He moves like the wind from...
716 reads
1 Comment
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