Submissions by _shadoe_ (yiyi)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
poet? not so much... but i do a fantastic robot bunny impression
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Oct 2022 00:36am
9th Oct 2022 00:36am
i wanna overstim you just to hear you slur 'pleath daddy' ~ {lemme stuff you like a dumpling. i'm down horrendous}
iii} i like your heart. it's not my fault your fat tits are right in front of it:
it was in the
smear'd teacup
{so very
hello sailor}
my dirty baby,
your
pussy whipped face
cradl'd in asphalt
{ii} arbitrary self-discovery {naturally by proxy} since i have no self-awareness. keep introducing me to myself:
told you, i don't like it, never did
it was just there, the source ov my
misplaced guilt, but
it was the only thing i knew;
shameful succor
{tho} i
loved every second ov
the...
it was in the
smear'd teacup
{so very
hello sailor}
my dirty baby,
your
pussy whipped face
cradl'd in asphalt
{ii} arbitrary self-discovery {naturally by proxy} since i have no self-awareness. keep introducing me to myself:
told you, i don't like it, never did
it was just there, the source ov my
misplaced guilt, but
it was the only thing i knew;
shameful succor
{tho} i
loved every second ov
the...
#lust
#confessional
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Oct 2022 6:21pm
4th Oct 2022 6:21pm
i forgot how to write {please} have whatever this is { you make me so f**kin unhinged, i want to swallow my whole fist}
iv}
my nails pierce
the virgin's eyes
{mewling cvnt}
there is no God
not here
where your cock weeps
pitiful tears
onto my fingertips
{bless you}
{iii}
... how blasphemous
that i
want to leave you
in ruins ...
make you
read the back of
your skull
as tho it might
hold the answer
to who owns you
{ii}
i
want to build
a shrine
at the small of your back;-
that curve
where
spine meets ass
where
my hands splay ...
my nails pierce
the virgin's eyes
{mewling cvnt}
there is no God
not here
where your cock weeps
pitiful tears
onto my fingertips
{bless you}
{iii}
... how blasphemous
that i
want to leave you
in ruins ...
make you
read the back of
your skull
as tho it might
hold the answer
to who owns you
{ii}
i
want to build
a shrine
at the small of your back;-
that curve
where
spine meets ass
where
my hands splay ...
#lust
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Oct 2020 2:42am
8th Oct 2020 2:42am
she laid down her wings
&} i crawl'd from the black mass ov odin's eyelessness,
slipt thru the morass ov conformity, dark wing'd {spineless}
an oil'slick iridescence_ harshly beautiful, carv'd from roots
torn up at the axis ov space {&} then set to flame
embla to his ask:-
would that he could have shap'd the world from my songbird skull
{my iris for his dark lashes
my throat for his fingers}
slept in the tangl'd knots ov my veins, let me twist myself
around his world(s) submerg'd in my holy water tears
Æsir to my vanir:-
life, death, chaos* this...
slipt thru the morass ov conformity, dark wing'd {spineless}
an oil'slick iridescence_ harshly beautiful, carv'd from roots
torn up at the axis ov space {&} then set to flame
embla to his ask:-
would that he could have shap'd the world from my songbird skull
{my iris for his dark lashes
my throat for his fingers}
slept in the tangl'd knots ov my veins, let me twist myself
around his world(s) submerg'd in my holy water tears
Æsir to my vanir:-
life, death, chaos* this...
#confessional
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Aug 2020 3:25am
28th Aug 2020 3:25am
skull crusher
iii}
to reiterate: - i
hear your touch_ an echo ov shivers licking the fine hairs
across the surface ov my skin
as tho you're blowing wishes on may dandelion bones
oblivious to marching clocks ~the wanton heat that lives
like a tingle somewhere twixt spine {&} sinew, manipulat'd by
ungentl'd insistence
in the creative push ov fingers & tongue {the livewire that exists
at the crux ov my vanity
alive}
{ii}
[un]willingly angl'd to degrees ov accessibility
butterfli'd
from cunt to...
to reiterate: - i
hear your touch_ an echo ov shivers licking the fine hairs
across the surface ov my skin
as tho you're blowing wishes on may dandelion bones
oblivious to marching clocks ~the wanton heat that lives
like a tingle somewhere twixt spine {&} sinew, manipulat'd by
ungentl'd insistence
in the creative push ov fingers & tongue {the livewire that exists
at the crux ov my vanity
alive}
{ii}
[un]willingly angl'd to degrees ov accessibility
butterfli'd
from cunt to...
#confessional
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jul 2020 10:38pm
12th Jul 2020 10:38pm
a poem-type-thing for a poet ~
dear charkhol'd dichotomy ov half-light {&} midday ~
your words were blood {&} ash in my mouth; a sinister swell
ov larvae writ(h)ing
[decadent metaphors]
coagulat'd in runes amid the leaves steeping in cut glass
monkshood merlot
savor'd on fork'd tongue, sips ov bruise
s
w
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r
l
'd
a copper coin maelstrom against scarr'd discern [hearse/nak'd filament
hipster bold
asylum invitation]
tannin tenets, the (un)holy scripture ov pagan communion
wafer-thin curs(iv)'d verse
sit ...
your words were blood {&} ash in my mouth; a sinister swell
ov larvae writ(h)ing
[decadent metaphors]
coagulat'd in runes amid the leaves steeping in cut glass
monkshood merlot
savor'd on fork'd tongue, sips ov bruise
s
w
i
r
l
'd
a copper coin maelstrom against scarr'd discern [hearse/nak'd filament
hipster bold
asylum invitation]
tannin tenets, the (un)holy scripture ov pagan communion
wafer-thin curs(iv)'d verse
sit ...
#gratitude
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Jun 2020 3:08pm
15th Jun 2020 3:08pm
la vie de bohéme ~ {xxvi}
iii]
the stars shatter
& exhale their amniotic dust
as a sigh from the crescent moon ov your mouth;
your breath [a world] against my lingerie tint'd lips;
i am a mist ov rosehip,
a nest ov fragile turquoise veins
anchor'd by your weight at the cradle ov my hips,
a pressing threat ov self-immolation
[ii]
weighing the worth ov your salt
in the dimple ov my navel,
a transference ov pearlescent exertion
thrust upon my skin by your pores.
[i]
where is the cataclysm, the familiar rushing...
the stars shatter
& exhale their amniotic dust
as a sigh from the crescent moon ov your mouth;
your breath [a world] against my lingerie tint'd lips;
i am a mist ov rosehip,
a nest ov fragile turquoise veins
anchor'd by your weight at the cradle ov my hips,
a pressing threat ov self-immolation
[ii]
weighing the worth ov your salt
in the dimple ov my navel,
a transference ov pearlescent exertion
thrust upon my skin by your pores.
[i]
where is the cataclysm, the familiar rushing...
#confessional
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th May 2020 3:38pm
30th May 2020 3:38pm
tuck your self-pity, you pussy arsed c**t
my apologies in advance, i'm usually super nice until someone presses the cunt button
and then I'm a thundering twatosaurus
I'm so angry, you could boil a fucking egg in my arse}
{iii}
my father loved me too much, it is known
{GOT fans, need to echo that like a dothraki, please
or my being clever is just lost}
mother didn't love me enough to open her eyes, it is known
& so...
... i grew the fuck up and became a functioning human being
who owns up to her shit because excuses
for perpetuating the cycle only go so far
...
and then I'm a thundering twatosaurus
I'm so angry, you could boil a fucking egg in my arse}
{iii}
my father loved me too much, it is known
{GOT fans, need to echo that like a dothraki, please
or my being clever is just lost}
mother didn't love me enough to open her eyes, it is known
& so...
... i grew the fuck up and became a functioning human being
who owns up to her shit because excuses
for perpetuating the cycle only go so far
...
#anger
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th May 2020 8:29pm
27th May 2020 8:29pm
ignore this... i'm half past drunk {&} you're confusing me just a little more than i should allow ~
iv}
flirting with gash'd lashes
{maybe
just a little
once
briefly}
an embryo in the disect'd belly ov a pomegranate
seed'd as i was by you in that moment
{iii}
tissue paper memoria circle the drain in my bath full
ov cocaine & kerosene_
i clean my whoring wounds with disolving love letters
& it matters not that words disperse in anemone tendrils
ov curiosity
{ii}
lick the crisis from my lips,
i have all my buttons pretzel'd
{i}
there is a part...
flirting with gash'd lashes
{maybe
just a little
once
briefly}
an embryo in the disect'd belly ov a pomegranate
seed'd as i was by you in that moment
{iii}
tissue paper memoria circle the drain in my bath full
ov cocaine & kerosene_
i clean my whoring wounds with disolving love letters
& it matters not that words disperse in anemone tendrils
ov curiosity
{ii}
lick the crisis from my lips,
i have all my buttons pretzel'd
{i}
there is a part...
#confessional
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th May 2020 9:59pm
10th May 2020 9:59pm
he, the aether ~ {vi}
iv]
the sounds ov us are decoupag'd, press'd between the walls
like last winter's azaleas
i often summon from the scrapbook ov my
pentagram'd cunt
from the back ov my eyes where we lie dirty & graffiti'd,
the back alley ov love stories; perfum'd with piss & red wine
spilling from my navel
[iii]
too long chas'e, hound'd thru the count ov threads
my arse decor'd by vintage stamps. i have paid your postage
in fitt'd she's, the fingers ov my madness digress
carve anew path, fold...
the sounds ov us are decoupag'd, press'd between the walls
like last winter's azaleas
i often summon from the scrapbook ov my
pentagram'd cunt
from the back ov my eyes where we lie dirty & graffiti'd,
the back alley ov love stories; perfum'd with piss & red wine
spilling from my navel
[iii]
too long chas'e, hound'd thru the count ov threads
my arse decor'd by vintage stamps. i have paid your postage
in fitt'd she's, the fingers ov my madness digress
carve anew path, fold...
#confessional
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Apr 2020 1:01pm
16th Apr 2020 1:01pm
NaPoWriMo 2020 {poems 16-30} ~ miscellany, minutiae, etceteras
16/30
la vie de bohéme ~ {xii}
i remember, fondly
the wrinkl'd softness ov
viktoriya's hands
lin'd with yenta-wisdom
when she first press'd
styrofoam into
my youth; instilling
frozen nostalgia
which lingers still
in the teaspoon
{sweet peppermint ...
la vie de bohéme ~ {xii}
i remember, fondly
the wrinkl'd softness ov
viktoriya's hands
lin'd with yenta-wisdom
when she first press'd
styrofoam into
my youth; instilling
frozen nostalgia
which lingers still
in the teaspoon
{sweet peppermint ...
#NaPoWriMo2020
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Apr 2020 11:12am
1st Apr 2020 11:12am
NaPoWriMo 2020 {poems 1-15} ~ miscellany, minutiae, etceteras
foreword:
well... fuuuuuuuuck ltm
there's sort of a theme, i think...
... maybe it's more like a half-cock'd idea
oh, tiny gods ___
i have no idea what i'm doing
apart from sticking random words, profanity & some sacrilege together
with even more random punctuation
& copious amounts ov wine
& hoping someone thinks i'm a fecking genius:-
😱 ...
well... fuuuuuuuuck ltm
there's sort of a theme, i think...
... maybe it's more like a half-cock'd idea
oh, tiny gods ___
i have no idea what i'm doing
apart from sticking random words, profanity & some sacrilege together
with even more random punctuation
& copious amounts ov wine
& hoping someone thinks i'm a fecking genius:-
😱 ...
#NaPoWriMo2020
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Mar 2020 10:43pm
27th Mar 2020 10:43pm
autumnal miscellany {&} minutiae i ~ i think this was meant to be erotica but it's f**k'd now
iii} i think i know where this is going but can never be sure;
i am just a conduit, adrift in half form'd thoughts_ buri'd with the bones ov words & trying to exhale flesh...
mayhap you might show me where it all leads:
mir'd in this schism ov uninspir'd, artless breath
whistling thru the skeletal structures/strictures from which i
have swung
by the noose ov my arteries_ a bleeding mass ov heart {&} cunt
suffocating in the grip
ov everything i pretend not to feel
{ii} at my exhumation, when i am wrapped warm in the tatters...
i am just a conduit, adrift in half form'd thoughts_ buri'd with the bones ov words & trying to exhale flesh...
mayhap you might show me where it all leads:
mir'd in this schism ov uninspir'd, artless breath
whistling thru the skeletal structures/strictures from which i
have swung
by the noose ov my arteries_ a bleeding mass ov heart {&} cunt
suffocating in the grip
ov everything i pretend not to feel
{ii} at my exhumation, when i am wrapped warm in the tatters...
#confessional
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