Submissions by Voodoo_Child99
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Slay Queen
She do whatever she wants
That don't always seem right
She an angel and she takes flight
Her soul always put up a fight
I feel it in her vulgar rants
The bird of hermes is her avatar
Each time she calls my name
It makes me tame
She ain't all the same
In fact she the best by far
She my slay queen
She lives without a care
There is no reigning her
And though it ain't fair,
For her love I am a fiend
Fat ass in tight jeans
Senslessly long boots, My snapchat hoe
Can't tell if she a friend or foe...
That don't always seem right
She an angel and she takes flight
Her soul always put up a fight
I feel it in her vulgar rants
The bird of hermes is her avatar
Each time she calls my name
It makes me tame
She ain't all the same
In fact she the best by far
She my slay queen
She lives without a care
There is no reigning her
And though it ain't fair,
For her love I am a fiend
Fat ass in tight jeans
Senslessly long boots, My snapchat hoe
Can't tell if she a friend or foe...
#love
#lust
#narrative #vanity
#narrative #vanity
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Untitled Sonnet
He came across her
One sunny Sunday afternoon
The sunlight bounced off her skin like the moon
He felt in his stomach a pit of fear
Libido kicked into Tenth gear
In him stirred a monsoon
Of feelings that rendered him a Buffoon
He could swear, God was standing right there
She to him was an effigy
The image of which still lingers
Past this failure of an analogy
She was a song without Just singers
Now he does writhe in agony
He let her slip through his fingers.
One sunny Sunday afternoon
The sunlight bounced off her skin like the moon
He felt in his stomach a pit of fear
Libido kicked into Tenth gear
In him stirred a monsoon
Of feelings that rendered him a Buffoon
He could swear, God was standing right there
She to him was an effigy
The image of which still lingers
Past this failure of an analogy
She was a song without Just singers
Now he does writhe in agony
He let her slip through his fingers.
#ILoveYou
#FallingInLove
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Sounds of Silence
Somebody say something
To me, this silence is deafening
It calls to me,
I feel in its presence an essence
Feeding on my weakness, Growing.
In this silence a muted Angel sings,
Her quiet song rings in my soul
Causes to alter my heart which rarely falters,
Puts on an altar perception that warps
Deforms with the heavenly sounds of her silent harp.
The music indulges my most primal muses
In it there is a soundless figure
That with vigor reveals itself to be me, the most truest me.
This me I hide so well that even...
To me, this silence is deafening
It calls to me,
I feel in its presence an essence
Feeding on my weakness, Growing.
In this silence a muted Angel sings,
Her quiet song rings in my soul
Causes to alter my heart which rarely falters,
Puts on an altar perception that warps
Deforms with the heavenly sounds of her silent harp.
The music indulges my most primal muses
In it there is a soundless figure
That with vigor reveals itself to be me, the most truest me.
This me I hide so well that even...
#anxiety
#loneliness
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