Submissions by Mrs_Sin (Lillith)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I see, I hear, I experience, am inspired, start writing, sit back, and wonder when I stopped being in control of the words...
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st May 2010 8:12pm
21st May 2010 8:12pm
Numb
I stand under the blast of the shower
Hoping the pressure will strip the numb away
But the pounding water on my skin only drives it deeper in
The blade makes my skin leak rubies that I don’t really need
So I try to force things like ‘love’ and ‘compassion’
Into the space left behind but they only fall out again
And all that’s left is more room for ‘pain’ and ‘sorrow’
To grow and leave me feeling bloated with ‘agony’
Painkillers call to me, trying to convince me that everything hurts
But I ignore them while I pity them because
They’re only...
Hoping the pressure will strip the numb away
But the pounding water on my skin only drives it deeper in
The blade makes my skin leak rubies that I don’t really need
So I try to force things like ‘love’ and ‘compassion’
Into the space left behind but they only fall out again
And all that’s left is more room for ‘pain’ and ‘sorrow’
To grow and leave me feeling bloated with ‘agony’
Painkillers call to me, trying to convince me that everything hurts
But I ignore them while I pity them because
They’re only...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
20th May 2010 11:17pm
20th May 2010 11:17pm
Vampyre Erotica
She paced around the room, watching him, monitoring his heart. It was loud, and very fast, and she could smell the adrenaline rushing through the network of veins under his skin. His breathing was short and sharp, but not panicky, and he didn’t move.
Considering he was hanging by his wrists in the middle of a pitch black basement, he wasn’t nearly scared enough.
She stepped silently towards him, watching him strain to notice her, notice where she was. His head jerked up, but he focused on the wrong spot of the room. She dashed forward and ripped his shirt off as she passed...
Considering he was hanging by his wrists in the middle of a pitch black basement, he wasn’t nearly scared enough.
She stepped silently towards him, watching him strain to notice her, notice where she was. His head jerked up, but he focused on the wrong spot of the room. She dashed forward and ripped his shirt off as she passed...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
11th May 2010 6:58pm
11th May 2010 6:58pm
Restless
DISCLAIMER: This is NOT my work! I have full permission from the author to publish it here. This is his side of my 'Restless' prose
He slept restlessly, tossing and turning, finding a position that was comfortable. "Will she ask me?" He thought to himself, "Or will I have to beg her?". He could hear her moving, his stirring causing her to awaken. Taking deep, slow breaths to relax himself, he hugged the blanket to his chest and left his back exposed. In the dim light, the angelic tattoo glowed a deep red against the pale skin of his back almost beckoning her to...
He slept restlessly, tossing and turning, finding a position that was comfortable. "Will she ask me?" He thought to himself, "Or will I have to beg her?". He could hear her moving, his stirring causing her to awaken. Taking deep, slow breaths to relax himself, he hugged the blanket to his chest and left his back exposed. In the dim light, the angelic tattoo glowed a deep red against the pale skin of his back almost beckoning her to...
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th May 2010 9:34am
10th May 2010 9:34am
Danger Ahead
And all of a sudden a corner comes up that I didn’t notice
Because I was too busy missing the absence of nightmares
Your presence brings, too busy missing your warm eyes
And solidly drumming heart that helps my mind keep time.
And I crash at full speed because something happened that
I wasn’t really expecting to happen between us, I mean
Things just aren’t supposed to feel like that between us
Just because we’ve been absent from each other for a little.
And I’m sorting through the wreckage of the carnage but
Finding no answers to the tiniest,...
Because I was too busy missing the absence of nightmares
Your presence brings, too busy missing your warm eyes
And solidly drumming heart that helps my mind keep time.
And I crash at full speed because something happened that
I wasn’t really expecting to happen between us, I mean
Things just aren’t supposed to feel like that between us
Just because we’ve been absent from each other for a little.
And I’m sorting through the wreckage of the carnage but
Finding no answers to the tiniest,...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
9th May 2010 4:20pm
9th May 2010 4:20pm
Restless
He was far too willing, and that is why she chose him. He knew her desires and was already offering himself before she'd have a chance to open her mouth. She knew he enjoyed what she did to him but he was too uncertain to ask, to beg, unless she told him to. She had heard of the term 'blood slave' before, of course, but believed herself beyond that luxury… and then she had found him, more than willing.
Night time was the best. Despite her appearance of sleep she was always far more alive in the dark, and perfectly tuned in to his every movement. She loved the tattoo across his...
Night time was the best. Despite her appearance of sleep she was always far more alive in the dark, and perfectly tuned in to his every movement. She loved the tattoo across his...
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DARK POEM
Published
8th May 2010 10:28pm
8th May 2010 10:28pm
Sacrifice
Do you really know what you want?
Are you ready for what I want?
I want a bead of your blood on the white rose that you’ll give to me in greeting
I want a shard of coal, still flaming, chipped from your heart
I want a hot water bottle containing your body heat to keep me warm forever
I want a passionate screaming night with you, where pain is the only desire
I want everything you can give, and when you’ve given me all, I’ll want more
Are you ready for what I want?
I want a bead of your blood on the white rose that you’ll give to me in greeting
I want a shard of coal, still flaming, chipped from your heart
I want a hot water bottle containing your body heat to keep me warm forever
I want a passionate screaming night with you, where pain is the only desire
I want everything you can give, and when you’ve given me all, I’ll want more
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th May 2010 10:24pm
8th May 2010 10:24pm
Love
Here is my voice, whispering words of vicious endearment
Down the ears that can hear me but still refuse to believe
It’s possible to hear voices in your head, after all.
Here is my mouth, softly tracing beautiful poison onto
The mouth that said my name and then denied me in the same breath
The dead aren’t supposed to walk, after all.
Here are my eyes, drilling black holes into your skull and
Bleaching all colour from eyes that are frantically telling you
I’m just a grief-induced hallucination.
Here are the scars in my arms, trace over them...
Down the ears that can hear me but still refuse to believe
It’s possible to hear voices in your head, after all.
Here is my mouth, softly tracing beautiful poison onto
The mouth that said my name and then denied me in the same breath
The dead aren’t supposed to walk, after all.
Here are my eyes, drilling black holes into your skull and
Bleaching all colour from eyes that are frantically telling you
I’m just a grief-induced hallucination.
Here are the scars in my arms, trace over them...
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DARK POEM
Published
6th May 2010 9:50pm
6th May 2010 9:50pm
Mirror
She is staring at him from the other side of the mirror. He wants to reach through and join her, join his personal ‘Alice’, but the glass never yields to him, and she continues to stare.
Sometimes she taunts him, knowing his desire for pain, and smears hateful love letters in blood on her side of the glass.
Sometimes he tries to ignore, to quit, but his ‘Alice’ keeps calling him back, calling him to uncover the mirror and fantasise again.
Sometimes she kills people, knowing his frustration that it can’t be him at her mercy, can’t be him pleading for her to go...
Sometimes she taunts him, knowing his desire for pain, and smears hateful love letters in blood on her side of the glass.
Sometimes he tries to ignore, to quit, but his ‘Alice’ keeps calling him back, calling him to uncover the mirror and fantasise again.
Sometimes she kills people, knowing his frustration that it can’t be him at her mercy, can’t be him pleading for her to go...
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DARK POEM
Published
5th May 2010 10:30pm
5th May 2010 10:30pm
Twisted fantasy
She had always had a penchant for what she called ‘the gruesomely hilarious’. Certain things would sate her, but every so often she had to be allowed to run wild, to truly release all that animalistic fury.
He often joined in; it was fun and if he was honest, he enjoyed watching her. She took such pleasure from the things she did, and where was the harm in joining her? He decided to treat her, a very special performance. No-one would know, and it would appeal to her enormously.
She was so excited that night, bouncing slightly as she tugged at his arm. Where are we going,...
He often joined in; it was fun and if he was honest, he enjoyed watching her. She took such pleasure from the things she did, and where was the harm in joining her? He decided to treat her, a very special performance. No-one would know, and it would appeal to her enormously.
She was so excited that night, bouncing slightly as she tugged at his arm. Where are we going,...
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SELF POEM
Published
4th May 2010 7:10pm
4th May 2010 7:10pm
Requirements for an unusual withdrawal
Frustrating beyond comprehension
We all have our little problems
/fetishes
/vices
/eccentricities
How many people are addicted to theirs?
I'd slice myself up if it'd provide a measure of relief
But pain isn't what I need
/crave
/require
/lust for
Jesus, why does withdrawal hurt so much?
Just give me a few liquid rubies
To satisfy my thirst
/hunger
/desire
/cravings
The violence is kicking in to combat insanity
I can see my face in the redemption
Just a thin layer of skin and morals...
We all have our little problems
/fetishes
/vices
/eccentricities
How many people are addicted to theirs?
I'd slice myself up if it'd provide a measure of relief
But pain isn't what I need
/crave
/require
/lust for
Jesus, why does withdrawal hurt so much?
Just give me a few liquid rubies
To satisfy my thirst
/hunger
/desire
/cravings
The violence is kicking in to combat insanity
I can see my face in the redemption
Just a thin layer of skin and morals...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Apr 2010 3:15pm
29th Apr 2010 3:15pm
Writer's block
I want to write but the words won’t come
I want to speak but my lips stay shut
I want to express but emotions hide away
I want to
…
I want to…
Fuck, not again.
I want to speak but my lips stay shut
I want to express but emotions hide away
I want to
…
I want to…
Fuck, not again.
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Apr 2010 10:41am
29th Apr 2010 10:41am
Broken Pieces
We are shards from two different broken glasses, but we fit together just the same.
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