Submissions by ViolentlyHappy
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Mar 2018 6:33am
24th Mar 2018 6:33am
The Torment of Unrequited Love
Sleep and I have always had a vitriolic relationship, we never seem to agree. Those words ring true the last few nights as I tossed and turned in bed as I tried to depart reality with the purpose of escaping persistent thoughts. As I do every night, I direct my attention on ‘her’ the only woman who could ever temper the restlessness inside me. Alone in bed, under the cover of darkness, I hear her voice echo throughout the halls of my mind, her provocative words ‘I love you’ bounce around my head, intoxicating me, and when it eventually lands on my lips, it tantalizes the senses like sweet red...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
15th Apr 2016 6:05pm
15th Apr 2016 6:05pm
Depression
Children fear fictitious monsters that dwell under beds or what may dwell in the closest, obvious byproduct of an overzealous imagination. Some adults still fear what may lurk in the dark but for me, depression is the most horrifying demon of them all.
Depression would stalk me like an anathemic shadow with covetous eyes, deeply obsessed with something precious that doesn’t belong to it. Cold chills would run down my spine and the hairs on my arm would stand at attention as if some unseen entity were unwantedly caressing me softly with frigid hands. I’d turn to find nothing but my...
Depression would stalk me like an anathemic shadow with covetous eyes, deeply obsessed with something precious that doesn’t belong to it. Cold chills would run down my spine and the hairs on my arm would stand at attention as if some unseen entity were unwantedly caressing me softly with frigid hands. I’d turn to find nothing but my...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Apr 2016 9:29am
8th Apr 2016 9:29am
She's a Bad Mother f**ker
Im a man of a million secrets but there’s a girl, who so happens to be my favorite one. No one has dominated my thoughts as much as she has in recent years, I often find myself obsessing over her the way an artist fixates on a new idea.
When she comes to me, I stand there breathless, waiting to exhale, upon her approach – I can imagine time itself taking an interest, stopping to watch the way she walks towards me with a sense of purpose. I drink her visage with thirsty eyes fixed on her lean silhouette as she saunters towards my direction and I love how her hair cascades and...
When she comes to me, I stand there breathless, waiting to exhale, upon her approach – I can imagine time itself taking an interest, stopping to watch the way she walks towards me with a sense of purpose. I drink her visage with thirsty eyes fixed on her lean silhouette as she saunters towards my direction and I love how her hair cascades and...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Mar 2016 7:05am
21st Mar 2016 7:05am
A Memoir of a Lecherous Asshole
I always tell myself the last time is the last time, reassuring words of comfort for a confused and guilty conscience but loneliness is an affliction for someone who cant stand their own company nor shut out the voices in his own mind. My sexual appetite being the loudest voice of them all, demanding satisfaction from wherever and whoever.
We are all a slave to something. For me, I am a slave to the carnal wants of pleasure, that rack my body with hunger pangs when I don't receive my fix. The demon that lives inside my mind, selfish, void of regret tells me I need to feed. I...
We are all a slave to something. For me, I am a slave to the carnal wants of pleasure, that rack my body with hunger pangs when I don't receive my fix. The demon that lives inside my mind, selfish, void of regret tells me I need to feed. I...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Mar 2016 8:46am
18th Mar 2016 8:46am
The Maelstrom Inside Her
She’s like a lost hummingbird dancing in the eye of a hurricane. Searching for a way out of a jealous storm that wont let her go.
I see her drowning in emotion. Arms flailing for help that will never come, gasping for air but she still cant breath, life has a stranglehold on her throat but refuses to let her die and the strange, comforting, finality of death never comes to claim her.
For her, there is no reprieve even in sleep. And 'normal' days where she can claim to be fine are few and far between and might as well be considered holidays for her. Each day a polymorphic...
I see her drowning in emotion. Arms flailing for help that will never come, gasping for air but she still cant breath, life has a stranglehold on her throat but refuses to let her die and the strange, comforting, finality of death never comes to claim her.
For her, there is no reprieve even in sleep. And 'normal' days where she can claim to be fine are few and far between and might as well be considered holidays for her. Each day a polymorphic...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Mar 2016 11:33am
11th Mar 2016 11:33am
Oculi Perfectus
Your eyes, they communicate much without you having to ever mutter a single word. I find the english language wanting for there isnt enough meaningful adjectives within it to describe the splendor of your oculi.
But adoration always begins with a deep breath and a single compliment...
Your eyes mesmerize me like a purple hued sky stretched beneath a fiery sunset as the world fades to black. They charm me with its perfect shape, fierce and temperamental but more often then not, easy to look at; easy to lose myself in and they intrigue me as if they hold a secret worth...
But adoration always begins with a deep breath and a single compliment...
Your eyes mesmerize me like a purple hued sky stretched beneath a fiery sunset as the world fades to black. They charm me with its perfect shape, fierce and temperamental but more often then not, easy to look at; easy to lose myself in and they intrigue me as if they hold a secret worth...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Feb 2016 12:04pm
16th Feb 2016 12:04pm
The Crucible
I sit here alone, wading through the thick river of my thought process sorting out cards of introspective reflection spilled across the floor of my mind. For I feel like i've just gotten out of fight I had no way of winning yet I feel like a victor. My lower lip sore, made apparent as I braise my tongue across it, my fingers, perforated, blistered and raw as if my right hand fool heartedly flirted with a blender systematically spinning dull blades, my body exhausted from running a marathon a I didn't participate in, yet my heart still racing reminds me otherwise. But I sit here, lost in self...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Feb 2016 10:27am
10th Feb 2016 10:27am
The Sex Monster Within
Look in to my eyes and tell me what you see. If you look close enough, you'll see a monster peering back at you with lidless eyes as sharp as knives, the antithesis of my external perfection, a sycophantic creature who preys on the weak minded, the frail of heart, the proverbial lost and those whom are emotionally destitute.
He's the perfect con man, my inner monster can use your ideals against you by convincing you to buy into something you dont need or give what you dont have, to pay for his own selfish desires. His weapon of choice is a silver tongue that shoots off sentences...
He's the perfect con man, my inner monster can use your ideals against you by convincing you to buy into something you dont need or give what you dont have, to pay for his own selfish desires. His weapon of choice is a silver tongue that shoots off sentences...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Feb 2016 10:51am
8th Feb 2016 10:51am
Im like a Sex Bomb on the verge of self detonation.
Your eyes, they put a spell on me, I cant look away but I surrender myself willingly to your captivation. I lose myself minutes at a time staring at them, for anyone can clearly see a deep pool of emotion and intrigue runs deep in them but the longer I stare into them, I see raw eroticism burning deep inside with the tip of the flame manifesting as a fetching glimmer begging me to delve deeper.
Even when the lights go off I can still see your eyes, amorous and seductive as the darkness melts away moral dilemma and uncertainty of what started off as friendship. As usual, you try to...
Even when the lights go off I can still see your eyes, amorous and seductive as the darkness melts away moral dilemma and uncertainty of what started off as friendship. As usual, you try to...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Feb 2016 9:53am
4th Feb 2016 9:53am
Tease me at your own risk
Roses are red, violets are blue, your lips taste like strawberry essence and your neck surely does too.
Outside it's as chilly as jack's frost cold breath, but here in my bed, we warm ourselves with the fiery heat of passion, to not know, it's a fate worse than death.
On this cold night, in my grasp I have the object of my obsession, I praise you with kisses and lather you with my affection.
When the room goes dark, no means yes and stop means more, in this exact moment your the only thing I lust for.
I place my hand softly along your neck and your throat,...
Outside it's as chilly as jack's frost cold breath, but here in my bed, we warm ourselves with the fiery heat of passion, to not know, it's a fate worse than death.
On this cold night, in my grasp I have the object of my obsession, I praise you with kisses and lather you with my affection.
When the room goes dark, no means yes and stop means more, in this exact moment your the only thing I lust for.
I place my hand softly along your neck and your throat,...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2016 10:47am
3rd Feb 2016 10:47am
f**k Start Your Dirty Mind
Pain and pleasure, a language without words, understood through carefully orchestrated hands that move along your body with a surgeon's precision with the utmost bad intentions. If your body is a temple, holy ground hand carved by God himself, I covet to desecrate your divine feminine with my teeth gnawing at your body like a starving wolf leaving tokens of my lust across your body, my hands given to me by God to build, I want to use to destroy your sense of reservation by pulling your hair to remind you that in this moment, you belong to me. With these hands I want to strangle every last...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2016 10:43am
3rd Feb 2016 10:43am
Lamentations of a Man Whore
I targeted you like an eagle, a soaring bird of prey, you gave me one look, I saw weakness in your eyes and swooped in to save the day.
What started with a hello, eventually turned into a kiss and a hug, I smiled a devil's smile because I harbored fantasies of fucking you on a bear skin rug.
A devil's smile comes in three, the first to get your attention, the second to impress, the third to get what I want, which is to watch you slowly undress.
I tell you that I want you, I may say I love you too, you day dream like a child letting your imagination run wild, but I...
What started with a hello, eventually turned into a kiss and a hug, I smiled a devil's smile because I harbored fantasies of fucking you on a bear skin rug.
A devil's smile comes in three, the first to get your attention, the second to impress, the third to get what I want, which is to watch you slowly undress.
I tell you that I want you, I may say I love you too, you day dream like a child letting your imagination run wild, but I...
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