Submissions by Twistwd-kitten (Lil.mis.succubus)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
An old soul just trying to make sense of my mind through rhyme
Not life just pleasure
Don't ask me about life, I have no good advice, but pleasure I could talk about for hours, I'm good at what I do, it's all I've ever known, I'll be the good girl you need and the bad girl you crave, when I go down Ill have you griping your pillow, feeling like a virgin all over again, fighting not to cum after five minutes, you'll be begging to slide in, unable to wait, I'll make you work for what you want, I might be your slave, but you'll be the one under my control, flirty by nature, give me it all, show me you know how to use that tool, and I'll make it worth the while of my sweet...
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Little whore
Body to body,
skin to skin,
I was hooked,
just by your look,
gentle at first,
but that's not my style ,
grabs my hair,
bite my lip ,
your hand wraps around my neck,
from bumps and grinds,
to chains and whips,
leave your mark,
show I'm your yours,
push my face into the bed,
shoving it all in,
moans and screams of sweet relief,
flips me over and makes me beg,
hands above my head,
legs widely spread ,
submissive to your every word,
as the night drags on,
we fuck for hours,
from sweet to bad, ...
skin to skin,
I was hooked,
just by your look,
gentle at first,
but that's not my style ,
grabs my hair,
bite my lip ,
your hand wraps around my neck,
from bumps and grinds,
to chains and whips,
leave your mark,
show I'm your yours,
push my face into the bed,
shoving it all in,
moans and screams of sweet relief,
flips me over and makes me beg,
hands above my head,
legs widely spread ,
submissive to your every word,
as the night drags on,
we fuck for hours,
from sweet to bad, ...
1350 reads
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Broken
How do you fix someone that's been shattered one to many times,
her pieces scattered across the pages, blood seeping through the binds, Crumpling away like the old pavement, hit by one to many rain storms,
Plus who would waste the glue,
knowing she can never be whole,
she's easier to replace,
then to help fill in her tattered soul,
how foolish is she to believe....
someone could ever love the incomplete...
her pieces scattered across the pages, blood seeping through the binds, Crumpling away like the old pavement, hit by one to many rain storms,
Plus who would waste the glue,
knowing she can never be whole,
she's easier to replace,
then to help fill in her tattered soul,
how foolish is she to believe....
someone could ever love the incomplete...
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Edit for a friend
Sitting on the couch wishing I had a blunt,Don't really like to get high but fuck it, id rather be blazed up in my own world, then listen to more bullshit in the real world,
You mad I won't give you the time , Doesn't matter bitch you're irrelevant get outta my fucking way, keep trying to lay down the rules, ha your a fucking joke ,ain't a single person gonna do a word you say
sick and tired of these late nights filled with glazed eyes and white lies you've done nothing but criticize my life so maybe it's time I say goodbye
Yea I really talk about, How I can't live...
You mad I won't give you the time , Doesn't matter bitch you're irrelevant get outta my fucking way, keep trying to lay down the rules, ha your a fucking joke ,ain't a single person gonna do a word you say
sick and tired of these late nights filled with glazed eyes and white lies you've done nothing but criticize my life so maybe it's time I say goodbye
Yea I really talk about, How I can't live...
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False image
You spiked my curiosity, intrigued my thoughts, all because of parents who didn't want to stop, at first you where fun, made my nights drag on but now I crave you, your destructive burn and twisted excitement , I can sit and preach, swear up and down, but I don't really want to quit, I smile proudly at my body as the pounds shave away, 153 to 134 in a few months who wouldn't do more, you mask the destruction by your alluring beauty, I'd go clean two weeks at a time , but slip up for your line, you whispered in your siren voice , blocking my sense of choice, you tricked me into this addiction.
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Line for time
Sitting staring at this blank wall the clock ticking away the days,
trying to put my life together but nothing seems to be going my way, one drink for my pain,
another line to stop the gain,
scared to look in the mirror in fear of my own reflection,
quit taking my medication,
because I was missing the voices in my head,
whispering that I'd be better off dead, another hour another day,
I grab my self prescribed escape, filling me with the false beauty in my cascade,
the drip is nothing compared to my thrill,
as I sink again just pop another pill, the...
trying to put my life together but nothing seems to be going my way, one drink for my pain,
another line to stop the gain,
scared to look in the mirror in fear of my own reflection,
quit taking my medication,
because I was missing the voices in my head,
whispering that I'd be better off dead, another hour another day,
I grab my self prescribed escape, filling me with the false beauty in my cascade,
the drip is nothing compared to my thrill,
as I sink again just pop another pill, the...
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The start...
https://www.beatstars.com/beat/thrash-63547/
Every word I'm about to be spitting is coming straight from the heart, and every line that is written is a small part of my existence,
I'm sick of the fighting the crying and the lying , every promise ever spoken forgotten and broken , it's like a stab to the chest the wound never seeming to heal because I'm living but unable to feel,
Chorus ( sang) : everyday is a nightmare can't seem to wake up but there's the light at the end of the tunnel so I can't give up,
My past keeps haunting me the second that I start...
Every word I'm about to be spitting is coming straight from the heart, and every line that is written is a small part of my existence,
I'm sick of the fighting the crying and the lying , every promise ever spoken forgotten and broken , it's like a stab to the chest the wound never seeming to heal because I'm living but unable to feel,
Chorus ( sang) : everyday is a nightmare can't seem to wake up but there's the light at the end of the tunnel so I can't give up,
My past keeps haunting me the second that I start...
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f**k you...
Do you find it funny? Do you think you gain anything by ruining my name? Your fucking pathetic with all these games, keep pushing me closer to the edge, it'll be my blood on your hands but don't think I'll be going alone Ill drag your ass with me,
Hook: i was pulled in by the sweet whispers blinded by lust should have known from the start you couldn't be true...
Late night lie of promises and secrets unknown, fooled by the guy I thought I knew, I trusted you showed you the real me and like I. Fucking called it I was stabbed the back, ridiculed by the things you post online I...
Hook: i was pulled in by the sweet whispers blinded by lust should have known from the start you couldn't be true...
Late night lie of promises and secrets unknown, fooled by the guy I thought I knew, I trusted you showed you the real me and like I. Fucking called it I was stabbed the back, ridiculed by the things you post online I...
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Late nights
It's funny how these late nights seem to be adding up more and more,
unable to sleep, cuz I'm laying here staring at the ceiling,
internally at war with the demons in my head,
I'm so fucked up mentally it's no wonder I turn to drugs,
they help block out the severity of my thoughts but,
I'm fine even though I'm lying I'll keep faking it till I make it out dead or alive,
I'm sick of existing because I'm no longer living,
every move I've made has been a bitter mistake,
Im sick and tired of these late nights, filled with glazed eyes and white lines...
unable to sleep, cuz I'm laying here staring at the ceiling,
internally at war with the demons in my head,
I'm so fucked up mentally it's no wonder I turn to drugs,
they help block out the severity of my thoughts but,
I'm fine even though I'm lying I'll keep faking it till I make it out dead or alive,
I'm sick of existing because I'm no longer living,
every move I've made has been a bitter mistake,
Im sick and tired of these late nights, filled with glazed eyes and white lines...
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The game
I'm already so fucking high,
If its not one thing it's another ruining my fucking life ,
I have no control except the substance that takes its hold,
filling me with false images of happiness,
and feels of rage,
so sick of pounding my fist against the walls as tears stream down,
aren't you proud of your daughter now? I've become you,
and you can't even tell,
so caught up in the game you didn't see another person added her name, nothing's ever changed,
maybe tonight I'll find it in my mind to take this knife and end the pain,
but I doubt it I like it...
If its not one thing it's another ruining my fucking life ,
I have no control except the substance that takes its hold,
filling me with false images of happiness,
and feels of rage,
so sick of pounding my fist against the walls as tears stream down,
aren't you proud of your daughter now? I've become you,
and you can't even tell,
so caught up in the game you didn't see another person added her name, nothing's ever changed,
maybe tonight I'll find it in my mind to take this knife and end the pain,
but I doubt it I like it...
819 reads
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Just falling in line
You know it makes no sense to me how can this be my reality,
when I've tried everything to change the insanity,
I still ended up following the foot steps of the ones,
I claimed I'd never be!
when I've tried everything to change the insanity,
I still ended up following the foot steps of the ones,
I claimed I'd never be!
515 reads
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Better days
Been better then the day before still every days a struggle, trying to remember what I learned yesterday, it's funny how the past never really goes away ,always on my mind always in my thoughts, it seems like the whole worlds up against me every time I take one step forward it's two more in reverse, its anever ending cycle cuz
Hook: I'm torn down by these memories unable to break free self destructive tendencies keep me unable to succeeded
You keep reminding me of all those times I've skrewed up but refuse to recognize all the time I took the weight on my shoulders becoming...
Hook: I'm torn down by these memories unable to break free self destructive tendencies keep me unable to succeeded
You keep reminding me of all those times I've skrewed up but refuse to recognize all the time I took the weight on my shoulders becoming...
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