Submissions by WordsUnspoken (lucifersteeth)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Most of these poems were written in/post-high school, so naturally if I tried to edit them today, 90% would end up deleted. So I'm just going to leave them here. Also I still post sometimes, so hello. ♥️
DRUGS POEM
Published
7th Sep 2021 4:48am
7th Sep 2021 4:48am
/carus
the last swift twitch of a rabbit's heartbeat, then:
a sheer halo of cosmic light softening my earthly grasp
pulsing, gasping, like the reckoning celestial void of orgasm
rippling rainbow ribbons from my fingertips
unraveling fractals of their dye on the air I draw my hands through
I can feel the whisper of my lashes on my face
every ridge and ravine of my fingerprint on my mouth
a heady, leaden thrumming heat blazing down the nape of my neck
shivering, vibrating, dulling
parching my throat
drenching my thighs
spiralling...
a sheer halo of cosmic light softening my earthly grasp
pulsing, gasping, like the reckoning celestial void of orgasm
rippling rainbow ribbons from my fingertips
unraveling fractals of their dye on the air I draw my hands through
I can feel the whisper of my lashes on my face
every ridge and ravine of my fingerprint on my mouth
a heady, leaden thrumming heat blazing down the nape of my neck
shivering, vibrating, dulling
parching my throat
drenching my thighs
spiralling...
#universe
287 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Nov 2020 11:29pm
26th Nov 2020 11:29pm
Carnivore
I sink my fingers deep
It's not like you're going to fuck me
It's a slow thrum
Of a song only I know
Humming inside myself
Wet and wanton and wilting
Is it because I've always been willing?
It's sticky and sweet and resistible
Smeared heat on my thighs
My own fingers squeezing my throat
The haze of pleasure flushing my cheeks
The practiced snap of my hips thrusting me over the edge and into infinitesimal oblivion
It's not like you're going to fuck me
It's not like you're going to fuck me
It's a slow thrum
Of a song only I know
Humming inside myself
Wet and wanton and wilting
Is it because I've always been willing?
It's sticky and sweet and resistible
Smeared heat on my thighs
My own fingers squeezing my throat
The haze of pleasure flushing my cheeks
The practiced snap of my hips thrusting me over the edge and into infinitesimal oblivion
It's not like you're going to fuck me
#honesty
526 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2017 3:25am
22nd Jan 2017 3:25am
let's call it satire
and see how it goes
always opening and opening pages
thoughtlessly watching the cursor blink
filling up lines with meaningless syllables and electronic ink
and stanzas like carbs that I don't know how to use because this is meta and I'm not
here to
make
a point anymore
(just mostly to consume)
always opening and opening pages
thoughtlessly watching the cursor blink
filling up lines with meaningless syllables and electronic ink
and stanzas like carbs that I don't know how to use because this is meta and I'm not
here to
make
a point anymore
(just mostly to consume)
696 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
27th Oct 2016 2:21am
27th Oct 2016 2:21am
When you goof and the urge to exploit your regret wins
Ethanol likes
to seep and sulk in waves
like me
I feel good I f
eel good I feel
emotions I can't
remember
I feel hands (rough)
Lips (sloppy
soft)
I feel angry
to seep and sulk in waves
like me
I feel good I f
eel good I feel
emotions I can't
remember
I feel hands (rough)
Lips (sloppy
soft)
I feel angry
731 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Oct 2016 2:12am
27th Oct 2016 2:12am
You Must Know by Now I Don't Know how to Sufficiently Title Anything
if I were a drop of water
he would be a well
of which there is no end
that I am roaring and drowning in
that I am choking and bloating in
if I were a star
suspended and shreiking
in the silence and eternity
of the universe
he would be the sun
bright and hot with the allure
of insatiable gravity
he would be always hungry
always parched
yellow and irate
about the sweltering eternity
he marched
if I were the scurrying mouse
he is the wolf of long sharp teeth
grazing my naked flesh
how...
he would be a well
of which there is no end
that I am roaring and drowning in
that I am choking and bloating in
if I were a star
suspended and shreiking
in the silence and eternity
of the universe
he would be the sun
bright and hot with the allure
of insatiable gravity
he would be always hungry
always parched
yellow and irate
about the sweltering eternity
he marched
if I were the scurrying mouse
he is the wolf of long sharp teeth
grazing my naked flesh
how...
810 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Aug 2016 00:31am
18th Aug 2016 00:31am
Messes I Didn't Make
My brain is a balloon ready to be pricked
Stuffed with little beetles and tick tick ticks
That eat through people's skin
I'm full of air and chemicals and I'm floating
All the time I'm floating
Way, way up above the atmosphere
I can't feel anything
Except everyone else's blood
For once, or twice
Or every waking moment if I had any kind of way
It's like my wrath is so dense it's not real, is it?
And my lust is so untamed
I can't hold eye contact
There is so much and so many and
My body is inflatable
Use! use! use!
Stuff...
Stuffed with little beetles and tick tick ticks
That eat through people's skin
I'm full of air and chemicals and I'm floating
All the time I'm floating
Way, way up above the atmosphere
I can't feel anything
Except everyone else's blood
For once, or twice
Or every waking moment if I had any kind of way
It's like my wrath is so dense it's not real, is it?
And my lust is so untamed
I can't hold eye contact
There is so much and so many and
My body is inflatable
Use! use! use!
Stuff...
607 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jun 2016 7:16pm
16th Jun 2016 7:16pm
Literally Just Ignore This
He doesn't exist around me
But I can taste the coffee on his tongue
The slow caress of his lips are sticky with it
His eyes slit with morning dew
His cheek is rough
Opaque, married and oblivious
His fingers dance without conviction
Along my bones
I hear their hollow echo in my head
Because he isn't here
He hasn't been for a year
He's twenty miles away
Probably in his office
Or maybe at his home
Sitting in his kitchen
Or driving his daughter to practice
I don't know
But he's here too ...
But I can taste the coffee on his tongue
The slow caress of his lips are sticky with it
His eyes slit with morning dew
His cheek is rough
Opaque, married and oblivious
His fingers dance without conviction
Along my bones
I hear their hollow echo in my head
Because he isn't here
He hasn't been for a year
He's twenty miles away
Probably in his office
Or maybe at his home
Sitting in his kitchen
Or driving his daughter to practice
I don't know
But he's here too ...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Jun 2016 1:27am
16th Jun 2016 1:27am
Beck
His fingers smelled like nicotine
I fucked him when I was drunk
Moving on top of him
It's in slow motion in my head
Because I was clumsy on scotch
And a fifth of rum
And because he was lazily
Grazing my thighs
With half-hearted nails
It really was pathetic
But I don't regret how he bit me
So hard that it felt good
I do regret that I had to tell him to
I said
I want you to do it as hard as you can
And he cursed
Jesus fucking Christ
And breathed
And held my arms
And thrusted so hard ...
I fucked him when I was drunk
Moving on top of him
It's in slow motion in my head
Because I was clumsy on scotch
And a fifth of rum
And because he was lazily
Grazing my thighs
With half-hearted nails
It really was pathetic
But I don't regret how he bit me
So hard that it felt good
I do regret that I had to tell him to
I said
I want you to do it as hard as you can
And he cursed
Jesus fucking Christ
And breathed
And held my arms
And thrusted so hard ...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
25th May 2016 7:28am
25th May 2016 7:28am
And are you sounding out my words a little differently now?
he says
I want you on your knees
then he's fucking my face
and I've got my tongue tied taut
in a lecherous greed
a perfectly mindless compliance
(The only thing I'm good for
is selling my skin
and I like it
I like it
I like it)
with each grunt and thrust
he moans
groans like gravel
hands in my hair
(I choke)
intoxicated and gagging
as he hits
the back of my throat
He says
what a good girl
you take it so well
and the way...
I want you on your knees
then he's fucking my face
and I've got my tongue tied taut
in a lecherous greed
a perfectly mindless compliance
(The only thing I'm good for
is selling my skin
and I like it
I like it
I like it)
with each grunt and thrust
he moans
groans like gravel
hands in my hair
(I choke)
intoxicated and gagging
as he hits
the back of my throat
He says
what a good girl
you take it so well
and the way...
809 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
15th Mar 2016 10:09am
15th Mar 2016 10:09am
This Doesn't Count as a Poem
Lately, I've been eating my own teeth
So that I don't swallow my tongue for you again
The blood slivers down my throat
And settles in clots
In my stomach
Bits of skin caked in the creases of my gums
I save myself for later
(Crunch, crunch)
My fingers find their way
To pick out what doesn't chew
(And what does)
But when I look at them again
My nails are broken and jagged and bent
Dead cells missing points like busted pens
(Teeth teeth
Growing out of me)
I am not clean!
In the sense that
Every new layer of my skin ...
So that I don't swallow my tongue for you again
The blood slivers down my throat
And settles in clots
In my stomach
Bits of skin caked in the creases of my gums
I save myself for later
(Crunch, crunch)
My fingers find their way
To pick out what doesn't chew
(And what does)
But when I look at them again
My nails are broken and jagged and bent
Dead cells missing points like busted pens
(Teeth teeth
Growing out of me)
I am not clean!
In the sense that
Every new layer of my skin ...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Dec 2015 4:26pm
14th Dec 2015 4:26pm
Gluttony is a Sin
Red bows and pantyhose
Can I make you happy, Daddy?
Can I make you happy, Daddy?
833 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Nov 2015 8:57am
29th Nov 2015 8:57am
Peaceful Purgatory
My stomach is full and warm
Black tea I leave to steep
The entire time I'm drinking
My mouth pouts pathetic
Cradling a white filter
Smooth and indifferent
In its hollow fulfilment
Its menthol curls
From my lips and lungs
And the tea's bitter bite
Rises in whirls of steam
Up from my tongue
That's that
Black tea I leave to steep
The entire time I'm drinking
My mouth pouts pathetic
Cradling a white filter
Smooth and indifferent
In its hollow fulfilment
Its menthol curls
From my lips and lungs
And the tea's bitter bite
Rises in whirls of steam
Up from my tongue
That's that
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