Submissions by LustyNomad
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I need to share my darkness with the world... I have been writing for 16 years and it is the first time I'm sharing my strange, deliciously weird thoughts with others...
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jun 2020 8:25pm
8th Jun 2020 8:25pm
Persistence
Persistence… a small word for a monstrous fight.
When daemons of pain keep you awake at night.
When your body bends as your soul twists and breaks.
When the only thing you can possibly feel is all consuming hate.
When you look at the world and feel the sickness inside.
When there is no safe haven for love, because life is a lie.
When the eyes that see are blind to all that is real.
When there is nothing at all that time can possibly heal.
The size of the fight in the dog does not guarantee an unbought win.
The size of the dog in the...
When daemons of pain keep you awake at night.
When your body bends as your soul twists and breaks.
When the only thing you can possibly feel is all consuming hate.
When you look at the world and feel the sickness inside.
When there is no safe haven for love, because life is a lie.
When the eyes that see are blind to all that is real.
When there is nothing at all that time can possibly heal.
The size of the fight in the dog does not guarantee an unbought win.
The size of the dog in the...
#anxiety
#depression
#strength
#courage
#determination
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EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Dec 2019 2:25pm
26th Dec 2019 2:25pm
Little death by fire
He tasted of bad decisions and matured whiskey...
He smelled like ocean thunderstorms, coconuts and sunshine.
He felt right in all the wrong ways, hard and silky, the embodyment of my darkness...
He was a fate worse than death... killing me softly with rough hands and smooth lips.
His wicked touch could set fire to the rain and drench me in flames.
A steel-tongued Lucifer, asking to grant my every, deep, desire.
He makes my daemons shift restlessy in their cages, shuddering and shattering the bars.
Hell is loose inside me and only he can dance...
He smelled like ocean thunderstorms, coconuts and sunshine.
He felt right in all the wrong ways, hard and silky, the embodyment of my darkness...
He was a fate worse than death... killing me softly with rough hands and smooth lips.
His wicked touch could set fire to the rain and drench me in flames.
A steel-tongued Lucifer, asking to grant my every, deep, desire.
He makes my daemons shift restlessy in their cages, shuddering and shattering the bars.
Hell is loose inside me and only he can dance...
#lust
#dark
#sex #obsession
#sex #obsession
480 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Dec 2019 9:07pm
24th Dec 2019 9:07pm
Salty-sweet Hellfire
Frustration seeps from every pore of my dark, dirty, wanton core!
Spilling over throbbing edges, slickening the dark places unlike ever before...
Soft curves seeking a harsher touch. A much, much deeper... fulfillment...
A fantasy to be crossed off, no complications or murderous commitment.
I feel you when I close my eyes and touch my wet desire.
I lick my lips and taste us there, all salty- sweet and hellfire.
You're sick and twisted, with a silver tongue, just like the devil inside me.
My deamons wish to play with yours; hard, slow, deep and...
Spilling over throbbing edges, slickening the dark places unlike ever before...
Soft curves seeking a harsher touch. A much, much deeper... fulfillment...
A fantasy to be crossed off, no complications or murderous commitment.
I feel you when I close my eyes and touch my wet desire.
I lick my lips and taste us there, all salty- sweet and hellfire.
You're sick and twisted, with a silver tongue, just like the devil inside me.
My deamons wish to play with yours; hard, slow, deep and...
#lust
#sex
#dreams
568 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Oct 2019 11:44pm
11th Oct 2019 11:44pm
Unpretty Thing
#lust
#loneliness
#frustration
#emptiness
#passion
559 reads
7 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Aug 2018 1:11pm
25th Aug 2018 1:11pm
Tu me manque...
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#lover
#temptation
591 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Jul 2018 3:50pm
31st Jul 2018 3:50pm
Welcome Cure
Finding only judgment from ones living questionable lives.
There is no more room in my back for all these knives.
Reaching out for truth, a truth I always knew,
I never imaged I would find a person such as you.
I am trapped in the darkness of this moment without you.
I am burning in this fire, in search of what is true.
Seeking what is real in a world that lives a lie.
Fighting to get up, struggling to stand up and try.
You would come and sit by me and I could finally feel safe.
Breathing life into my tired bones, this incandescent...
There is no more room in my back for all these knives.
Reaching out for truth, a truth I always knew,
I never imaged I would find a person such as you.
I am trapped in the darkness of this moment without you.
I am burning in this fire, in search of what is true.
Seeking what is real in a world that lives a lie.
Fighting to get up, struggling to stand up and try.
You would come and sit by me and I could finally feel safe.
Breathing life into my tired bones, this incandescent...
#love
#kindness
#hope
#gratitude
#admiration
467 reads
11 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Jul 2018 3:38pm
31st Jul 2018 3:38pm
Untitled Humanity
Fractured beings exist in non-existence
Doing the daily dance of least resistance
No more love nor hearts to share
Caught in life’s unforgiving snare.
Porcelain skin, alabaster stone,
Always together, always alone.
Empty shells, our contents on our sleeves.
The burden of etherialism brings us to our knees.
Breaking free of the prisons we build.
Stepping behind the bars of the cages we have willed.
Our spirits cry and bend within flesh and bone,
Begging to be free, begging to be taken home…
Breathing in the lies,...
Doing the daily dance of least resistance
No more love nor hearts to share
Caught in life’s unforgiving snare.
Porcelain skin, alabaster stone,
Always together, always alone.
Empty shells, our contents on our sleeves.
The burden of etherialism brings us to our knees.
Breaking free of the prisons we build.
Stepping behind the bars of the cages we have willed.
Our spirits cry and bend within flesh and bone,
Begging to be free, begging to be taken home…
Breathing in the lies,...
#strength
#hope
#rejection
#frustration
#disappointment
484 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Dec 2014 3:49pm
28th Dec 2014 3:49pm
At last...
You look at me and your piercing gaze caresses my wanton seeking soul.
Who would have thought two broken beings together could end up being whole.
You unbalance me so beautifully, etherially touching the long lost corners of my mind.
Your touch has awakened something in my lifeless void.... My body responds in kind.
You break me down on the cold stone floor and take the pieces in your hand.
You blow them into the open universe and set me free like swirling desert sands.
You set fire to my being and shake my primal urges free.
You tore through my defences and...
Who would have thought two broken beings together could end up being whole.
You unbalance me so beautifully, etherially touching the long lost corners of my mind.
Your touch has awakened something in my lifeless void.... My body responds in kind.
You break me down on the cold stone floor and take the pieces in your hand.
You blow them into the open universe and set me free like swirling desert sands.
You set fire to my being and shake my primal urges free.
You tore through my defences and...
826 reads
1 Comment
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
13th Nov 2014 2:59pm
13th Nov 2014 2:59pm
The agony of the smiling heart
She has been through so much pain, physical as well as psychological. Her scars run deeper than she will ever show on the surface. Her surface… Impeccable, this façade of hers. There are no cracks, no bruises, no scars on her surface. She seems perfect, doesn’t she? Always smiling, always able to find happiness in the darkest of places. No loneliness to spot, no tears staining her rosy cheeks. She is beautiful. She loves completely, she is wild, she is strong and, despite all life has thrown at her, she is still standing, but…
Look closely. Just look. Do you see her hands shaking? Do...
Look closely. Just look. Do you see her hands shaking? Do...
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