Submissions by Triv
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Real life, raw unedited, brash, emotional poetry - a roller coaster - a real psalmist of the times,.
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Sep 2016 8:12am
19th Sep 2016 8:12am
Hello Sexy Kitty
It's hard to hear the words when you speak them
because you slur.
I'm not sure if you're a ma'am or sir;
Everything's the same when you're
So drunk life is a blur.
Nothing stirs me more than writing bad poetry,
So please be my guest and entertain me.
Sit before me and lick my feet clean.
I like you this way;
I find you far more pleasing....
Than you teasing me as you undress;
Changing every song as I watch;
Biting my nails longing to caress...
because you slur.
I'm not sure if you're a ma'am or sir;
Everything's the same when you're
So drunk life is a blur.
Nothing stirs me more than writing bad poetry,
So please be my guest and entertain me.
Sit before me and lick my feet clean.
I like you this way;
I find you far more pleasing....
Than you teasing me as you undress;
Changing every song as I watch;
Biting my nails longing to caress...
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2016 10:39am
2nd Aug 2016 10:39am
Cannibalism
I feel unnatural desires to conspire to
eat your pussy;
as you sit on my face;
I think I'm gonna suck your lips off;
Dip them in marinara sauce;
Lips and spaghetti;
Sounds so delicious to me!
and if you think I'm serious;
your kids; cooked in a stew
sounds pretty good too.
You can call the cops
but they will see the part where I
I insulted you; then laughed out loud.
I begged you to call the cops;
yet they wont do shit ...
eat your pussy;
as you sit on my face;
I think I'm gonna suck your lips off;
Dip them in marinara sauce;
Lips and spaghetti;
Sounds so delicious to me!
and if you think I'm serious;
your kids; cooked in a stew
sounds pretty good too.
You can call the cops
but they will see the part where I
I insulted you; then laughed out loud.
I begged you to call the cops;
yet they wont do shit ...
645 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2016 8:19am
3rd Jul 2016 8:19am
You Don't Need A Face
Om nom nom!
Om nom nom!
Deep fried fingers in honey garlic sauce!
Sorry; you don’t need a face;
I’m going to eat it and not leave a trace.
I’m gonna suck off your lips so you don’t say a word;
Everything thing you think you’v seen,
won’t be as bad as watching me;
pick the meat from your spleen.
Me and my friends making a scene
Over Barbecued you;
Over Barbecued you;
Om nom nom!
Om nom nom!
Deep fried fingers in honey garlic sauce!
We’ll arrange your bones in front of the window
and say I got them...
Om nom nom!
Deep fried fingers in honey garlic sauce!
Sorry; you don’t need a face;
I’m going to eat it and not leave a trace.
I’m gonna suck off your lips so you don’t say a word;
Everything thing you think you’v seen,
won’t be as bad as watching me;
pick the meat from your spleen.
Me and my friends making a scene
Over Barbecued you;
Over Barbecued you;
Om nom nom!
Om nom nom!
Deep fried fingers in honey garlic sauce!
We’ll arrange your bones in front of the window
and say I got them...
628 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Jul 2016 4:08pm
1st Jul 2016 4:08pm
Ink
why the fuck
is there ashes all over
everything
Ron?
Where the fuck did all this ink come from?
You broke a pen?
Again?
I'm sorry my friend;
I had to chew
the toxins out of myself;
is there ashes all over
everything
Ron?
Where the fuck did all this ink come from?
You broke a pen?
Again?
I'm sorry my friend;
I had to chew
the toxins out of myself;
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EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Jun 2016 8:59am
27th Jun 2016 8:59am
Meow for Me
Hello my little kitty
Please meow for me;
tell daddy
you're thirsty for his milk.
I like how you play with other's
and how you purr just for me.
Then there was just me and you;
only thing on out minds to do;
we're watching some news on t.v
I can see you like a little delicacy
I see your eyes; eating me alive;
just as my thoughts devoured you
all night last night;
I ate you from toe to forehead;
lingered every part in-between;
...
Please meow for me;
tell daddy
you're thirsty for his milk.
I like how you play with other's
and how you purr just for me.
Then there was just me and you;
only thing on out minds to do;
we're watching some news on t.v
I can see you like a little delicacy
I see your eyes; eating me alive;
just as my thoughts devoured you
all night last night;
I ate you from toe to forehead;
lingered every part in-between;
...
763 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Jun 2016 11:25am
25th Jun 2016 11:25am
Drunken Sex
excuse my laughter
as I smile to myself;
when im this drunk I don't think
I'm laughing inside and i cant
help it
if you have problems with your self confidence
you cannot take back the fact
you said be yourself;
this is me and you're questioning everything i do
as if its something special just for you.
you will know
as my fingers slide down your slender neck
shoulder, across your caller bone;
slowly easing down your chest;
supple cleavage; pressing my fingers;
...
as I smile to myself;
when im this drunk I don't think
I'm laughing inside and i cant
help it
if you have problems with your self confidence
you cannot take back the fact
you said be yourself;
this is me and you're questioning everything i do
as if its something special just for you.
you will know
as my fingers slide down your slender neck
shoulder, across your caller bone;
slowly easing down your chest;
supple cleavage; pressing my fingers;
...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Jun 2016 1:31pm
24th Jun 2016 1:31pm
Foreplay
I can already feel my fingers
slip into your moist...
Pussy
Excuse me;
I'm politely invading your
space
With my finger tips
poised apart;
upon you back;
drawing figure eights.
Down your neck
through your cleavage;
when you didn't flinch:
I kept going
Down your soft white skin;
your cute little tummy;
To rest upon your waist band;
tempting fate:
My heart is pounding...
slip into your moist...
Pussy
Excuse me;
I'm politely invading your
space
With my finger tips
poised apart;
upon you back;
drawing figure eights.
Down your neck
through your cleavage;
when you didn't flinch:
I kept going
Down your soft white skin;
your cute little tummy;
To rest upon your waist band;
tempting fate:
My heart is pounding...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2016 12:16pm
23rd Jun 2016 12:16pm
Any Part of Me
I’d like to walk with you out of reality.
I am gonna take you to the next galaxy;
up the milky way;
N;
We’ll swoon between calling each other lover;
We’ll understand each other as we,
Rest upon a straw-berry moon.
We will sway as we say shit like;
“babe, we swing from the tip of the sun
and we won’t come down ’till we cum”
As it should be so,
‘Cause I feed off you,
you feed off me;
Tee to the tee- and into the hole!
I’m nothing but sensual,
nothing but a hard person to get close too;
But when close,
I caress...
I am gonna take you to the next galaxy;
up the milky way;
N;
We’ll swoon between calling each other lover;
We’ll understand each other as we,
Rest upon a straw-berry moon.
We will sway as we say shit like;
“babe, we swing from the tip of the sun
and we won’t come down ’till we cum”
As it should be so,
‘Cause I feed off you,
you feed off me;
Tee to the tee- and into the hole!
I’m nothing but sensual,
nothing but a hard person to get close too;
But when close,
I caress...
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Jun 2016 00:32am
19th Jun 2016 00:32am
Indigestion
My muse – he died. He drank himself to death.
Autopsy said, he did a lot of drugs; had sadness in his head.
He was found pale and cold, eyes dilated, booze on his breath.
His corpse covered in crumpled paper, he died, writing of the dead.
Cut me open, blood and guts, can you see more than skin deep?
Disembowel me, can you see the forest for the trees?
Pull my intestines out, do my guts tell secretes you couldn't keep?
Scour my remains, and try to set yourself free.
Know my muse died alone, screaming to the empty silence.
The wrath of loneliness, drove him...
Autopsy said, he did a lot of drugs; had sadness in his head.
He was found pale and cold, eyes dilated, booze on his breath.
His corpse covered in crumpled paper, he died, writing of the dead.
Cut me open, blood and guts, can you see more than skin deep?
Disembowel me, can you see the forest for the trees?
Pull my intestines out, do my guts tell secretes you couldn't keep?
Scour my remains, and try to set yourself free.
Know my muse died alone, screaming to the empty silence.
The wrath of loneliness, drove him...
548 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Jun 2016 12:01pm
18th Jun 2016 12:01pm
Frame of Mind
The war is being fought, always being fought!
We win small battles, like today, giving birth
To hope that there may be an end.
And though we fought hard to be in this moment
It passed before we had a chance to know it
For the enemy is more than upon us- again –
Hidden not just behind our lines,
He is in us – deep seated in our mind
Whispering fear into us.
Waiting for the day we drag our heels and sigh
And think “it won’t ever stop”
To which he waits to reply, “You’re right so join me”
Causing in us, hesitation – the battle we won’t fight....
We win small battles, like today, giving birth
To hope that there may be an end.
And though we fought hard to be in this moment
It passed before we had a chance to know it
For the enemy is more than upon us- again –
Hidden not just behind our lines,
He is in us – deep seated in our mind
Whispering fear into us.
Waiting for the day we drag our heels and sigh
And think “it won’t ever stop”
To which he waits to reply, “You’re right so join me”
Causing in us, hesitation – the battle we won’t fight....
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jun 2016 11:55am
18th Jun 2016 11:55am
Cold Fingers
As fall fell with leaves tinged rusty brown,
As humans do intoxicated, they fell to the ground;
And rotted. Hidden by the smooth covering from the sky,
Snow – oh so white – blight out my sins, hide my lies.
I cannot revive ‘till spring warms my cheek.
The bleak weather has passed
I was a corpse dead and gone and rotten,
The snow melts and reveals the truth.
I held you with my fingers rotten and frost bitten,
Broken tenders, will never be forgiven...
This the end
Marked by...
As humans do intoxicated, they fell to the ground;
And rotted. Hidden by the smooth covering from the sky,
Snow – oh so white – blight out my sins, hide my lies.
I cannot revive ‘till spring warms my cheek.
The bleak weather has passed
I was a corpse dead and gone and rotten,
The snow melts and reveals the truth.
I held you with my fingers rotten and frost bitten,
Broken tenders, will never be forgiven...
This the end
Marked by...
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ANGER POEM
Published
16th Jun 2016 4:03am
16th Jun 2016 4:03am
Emoticon
People do not wish to see the other side of life.
the ugly side of me,
the ugly side of you.
Your family and friends only want to see you smiling
with pictures of your significant other,
father and mother, little brother;
dog and cat.
It's hard to be anything more than skin deep
when everything is rated upon presentation;
I Don't care how you look;
speak to my soul so I may truly see you
even if it's painful;
I'm right here beside you;
...
the ugly side of me,
the ugly side of you.
Your family and friends only want to see you smiling
with pictures of your significant other,
father and mother, little brother;
dog and cat.
It's hard to be anything more than skin deep
when everything is rated upon presentation;
I Don't care how you look;
speak to my soul so I may truly see you
even if it's painful;
I'm right here beside you;
...
578 reads
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