Submissions by PleasuresOfPain
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Pleasures of pain is the name and writing keeps me sane.
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Feb 2014 7:09pm
11th Feb 2014 7:09pm
The chosen one
They keep on telling me things I don't want to hear,
You know that you're too good for her!
She's too short,she's too thin,she's just not you.
Why can't I choose who I want for better or worse?
The girls I want to be with,can't be chosen,
Do you all have my heart within your hands?
They say I have to make real my heart's devotion,
Before You choose the girl that will honor her man.
I love that chicks legs and the way they move!
She's like a one way ticket to paradise,
I know if I choose this girl,she'd be forever true,
Although my friend...
You know that you're too good for her!
She's too short,she's too thin,she's just not you.
Why can't I choose who I want for better or worse?
The girls I want to be with,can't be chosen,
Do you all have my heart within your hands?
They say I have to make real my heart's devotion,
Before You choose the girl that will honor her man.
I love that chicks legs and the way they move!
She's like a one way ticket to paradise,
I know if I choose this girl,she'd be forever true,
Although my friend...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Feb 2014 7:59am
10th Feb 2014 7:59am
A stripper and a man
The bar was filled with cigarette smoke,
A lone musician sung a song about love.
I walked to a table that sat next to the stage.
A stripper danced and simulated being fucked.
A cocktail waitress asked me if I wanted a drink,
I nodded and said that a vodka tonic would do.
As she turned away the stripper licked her lips,
She kneeled down and whispered "hi I'm sue."
I'm Tom,a real pleasure to meet you my dame,
She smiled and waltzed away in her slutty strut.
The lone musician was singing some shitty nirvana ,
Before my nose caught...
A lone musician sung a song about love.
I walked to a table that sat next to the stage.
A stripper danced and simulated being fucked.
A cocktail waitress asked me if I wanted a drink,
I nodded and said that a vodka tonic would do.
As she turned away the stripper licked her lips,
She kneeled down and whispered "hi I'm sue."
I'm Tom,a real pleasure to meet you my dame,
She smiled and waltzed away in her slutty strut.
The lone musician was singing some shitty nirvana ,
Before my nose caught...
795 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
10th Feb 2014 7:12am
10th Feb 2014 7:12am
A dream so real .
I keep having a certain kind of dream,
Where I'm walking down a long corridor.
The walls have pictures in black and white,
There are cock roaches covering the floor.
The hair on the back of my neck stands up,
I turn around and see myself killing myself,
I scream out but nothing escapes my mouth,
I look down and see satan laughing from hell.
There are different sized doors on the left wall,
I knock on one and It opens and then shuts again.
I move to the next door and my skin begins to crawl,
A few roaches speak out and say;"This...
Where I'm walking down a long corridor.
The walls have pictures in black and white,
There are cock roaches covering the floor.
The hair on the back of my neck stands up,
I turn around and see myself killing myself,
I scream out but nothing escapes my mouth,
I look down and see satan laughing from hell.
There are different sized doors on the left wall,
I knock on one and It opens and then shuts again.
I move to the next door and my skin begins to crawl,
A few roaches speak out and say;"This...
556 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Feb 2014 3:38pm
9th Feb 2014 3:38pm
Blanket of Dread
The night was shrouded in a blanket of dread,
After the killing the room was drenched in red.
The walls were like canvases of abstract art,
Done by a sadistic killer's penny dreadful heart.
His demeanor was rather lucid after the killing,
The moment amused him in ways so chilling.
He walked down the corridor with eager steps,
Stopped at a closed door where his parents slept.
After the killer quietly opened it ,he peered inside,
On the far wall his parents slumbered side by side.
Soundly asleep and unaware of the wickedness, ...
After the killing the room was drenched in red.
The walls were like canvases of abstract art,
Done by a sadistic killer's penny dreadful heart.
His demeanor was rather lucid after the killing,
The moment amused him in ways so chilling.
He walked down the corridor with eager steps,
Stopped at a closed door where his parents slept.
After the killer quietly opened it ,he peered inside,
On the far wall his parents slumbered side by side.
Soundly asleep and unaware of the wickedness, ...
736 reads
5 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
5th Feb 2014 6:55pm
5th Feb 2014 6:55pm
Willy Wonka
The sudden rush of the syringe going in like a train,
Making me gush like a liquid dream in delirium heaven.
The kool aid entering my bloodstream ending all pain,
The dreams elapse inside a cloud of emotional tension.
Pixie stick dust exploding in a wind tunnel of sensations,
Lollipop delights within a high of subliminal messages
Lick it up like the syrupy amber substance that drips,
From the point of no return with good stuff in my syringe.
Cherry blossoms flourishing upon the despairs of the drug,
Candy apple flavors I savor my taste buds are...
Making me gush like a liquid dream in delirium heaven.
The kool aid entering my bloodstream ending all pain,
The dreams elapse inside a cloud of emotional tension.
Pixie stick dust exploding in a wind tunnel of sensations,
Lollipop delights within a high of subliminal messages
Lick it up like the syrupy amber substance that drips,
From the point of no return with good stuff in my syringe.
Cherry blossoms flourishing upon the despairs of the drug,
Candy apple flavors I savor my taste buds are...
775 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Feb 2014 5:42pm
5th Feb 2014 5:42pm
Change of heart
Well,here I am in the last hour of life,
The note was prewritten and signed,
The door of my bedroom door is locked,
No turning back now,it's too late to stop.
There's a lone chair sitting by the note,
My final resting place marked by a rose.
A 9mm sits on my night stand loaded,
While I contemplate the current moment.
Tears threaten to fall from my weary eyes,
As I make good with my maker in the sky.
I glance at my watch once more before I go,
A final trip that will even up the debts I owe.
I wipe away the cold tears that I have...
The note was prewritten and signed,
The door of my bedroom door is locked,
No turning back now,it's too late to stop.
There's a lone chair sitting by the note,
My final resting place marked by a rose.
A 9mm sits on my night stand loaded,
While I contemplate the current moment.
Tears threaten to fall from my weary eyes,
As I make good with my maker in the sky.
I glance at my watch once more before I go,
A final trip that will even up the debts I owe.
I wipe away the cold tears that I have...
663 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2014 2:27am
3rd Feb 2014 2:27am
Fact over fiction
Caught inside a fine spun web of lies,
Where truths have long since died.
One lie strung along a landslide wronged,
The truth was stretched far and long.
A tall tale told to over compensate the lie,
A broken promise made to keep and justify.
A complex story flipped upside down again,
Once a lie is told,there is no happy end.
I was taught that your word is your bond,
Honesty is integrity a heart dipped in bronze.
Tell the truth and life will give you gold,
Tell a lie and life will only give you coal.
I choose fact...
Where truths have long since died.
One lie strung along a landslide wronged,
The truth was stretched far and long.
A tall tale told to over compensate the lie,
A broken promise made to keep and justify.
A complex story flipped upside down again,
Once a lie is told,there is no happy end.
I was taught that your word is your bond,
Honesty is integrity a heart dipped in bronze.
Tell the truth and life will give you gold,
Tell a lie and life will only give you coal.
I choose fact...
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2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
30th Jan 2014 6:51am
30th Jan 2014 6:51am
Blind Rage
I can't contain this rage,it's got it's grip on me.
The more of it I reveal,the less I care to see.
I contend with my self but there's no reasoning,
To why I live like a condemned human being.
This madness has eroded away my mind,
All my thoughts have begun to shift and bind.
I can't find enlightment or mere delight,
In this anger driven abyss in my sight...
If I could somehow redeem my self esteem,
I could maybe overcome this twisted theme.
Where there is no room for smiles or laughters,
Only mad fits that have personality actors.
...
The more of it I reveal,the less I care to see.
I contend with my self but there's no reasoning,
To why I live like a condemned human being.
This madness has eroded away my mind,
All my thoughts have begun to shift and bind.
I can't find enlightment or mere delight,
In this anger driven abyss in my sight...
If I could somehow redeem my self esteem,
I could maybe overcome this twisted theme.
Where there is no room for smiles or laughters,
Only mad fits that have personality actors.
...
884 reads
3 Comments
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