Submissions by blackdahlia__ (belladonna)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Dec 2019 3:27pm
27th Dec 2019 3:27pm
Alien
it must be this toxic heat or
your delirious presence
that provokes my body to betray its humanity
and disclose its original form
more hastily than the usual
but what is done is done
like how we exasperate the earth
beyond forgiveness
and how you make me want to twist, bend and raise my limbs
towards you in ways incomprehensible and appalling to human eyes
I am brimming with alarming conspiracy...
your delirious presence
that provokes my body to betray its humanity
and disclose its original form
more hastily than the usual
but what is done is done
like how we exasperate the earth
beyond forgiveness
and how you make me want to twist, bend and raise my limbs
towards you in ways incomprehensible and appalling to human eyes
I am brimming with alarming conspiracy...
#universe
#environment
#pollution
#aliens
#scifi
517 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Sep 2017 4:12pm
12th Sep 2017 4:12pm
Confessions of a Bilingual
1. Cheater’s Heels. The Exotic Sun.
Like how I love writing, I also love to walk. To really love me means loving me with my shoes off, along with my feet’s tired, dirty confessions. I walk wherever I go. And every time, I look for stories, revelations. One day, I found myself shuffling on a familiar street. Until now, after three years since it happened, I could still hear echoes of how my heels clicked on the pavement of a street I have never been on to for so many years. It hurt me a bit how foreign my shoes sounded like as they hit a once familiar ground. Click, click,...
Like how I love writing, I also love to walk. To really love me means loving me with my shoes off, along with my feet’s tired, dirty confessions. I walk wherever I go. And every time, I look for stories, revelations. One day, I found myself shuffling on a familiar street. Until now, after three years since it happened, I could still hear echoes of how my heels clicked on the pavement of a street I have never been on to for so many years. It hurt me a bit how foreign my shoes sounded like as they hit a once familiar ground. Click, click,...
#depression
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#hurt
939 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
22nd Oct 2012 4:47am
22nd Oct 2012 4:47am
Stripping Down in Verses: The Art of Baring the Truth (or Lies) on the Page
That man in a slick olive green polo-shirt is looking right at you, and you think it’s good, it’s a good sign, since all you want to do is to hop on that man’s lap and crumple his collar against your grasp. While doing so, you should notice those colossal, hazel stare: a burst of greenish brown specks like splinters of a tattering surf board in collision with a surge of raging sea water. Yes, in short that man got you bad, so damn bad you don’t mind drowning or becoming a lost cause in the surge of those vast, hazel gazes.
So, what now? Of course, you want him to get up on his...
So, what now? Of course, you want him to get up on his...
#SylviaPlath
#SharonOlds
1086 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Nov 2011 2:58pm
12th Nov 2011 2:58pm
Puff
Flick that cigarette,
flick that cigarette
and kiss me..."
I can only
take your love
for granted
and cover you
in ashes
But let me
put my tongue
on you
to lick off
burnt sludge ...
flick that cigarette
and kiss me..."
I can only
take your love
for granted
and cover you
in ashes
But let me
put my tongue
on you
to lick off
burnt sludge ...
1813 reads
16 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Jul 2011 12:44pm
28th Jul 2011 12:44pm
Prayer
My whole existence is flawed
You made me closer to God" -Closer, NIN
I grit my teeth
then my eyes
shut
to the wet
litany
of your tongue
snaking down
my throat.
Somewhere
murmurs slither
over rosary beads
in a candlelit dark
as my legs coil
themselves around you
revolting
to the sharp
pressure of your
grasp
invoking those
dark roars
of fuck me...
You made me closer to God" -Closer, NIN
I grit my teeth
then my eyes
shut
to the wet
litany
of your tongue
snaking down
my throat.
Somewhere
murmurs slither
over rosary beads
in a candlelit dark
as my legs coil
themselves around you
revolting
to the sharp
pressure of your
grasp
invoking those
dark roars
of fuck me...
1566 reads
18 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
16th Jul 2011 5:42pm
16th Jul 2011 5:42pm
Loving you
was like fucking the void, a call
from a dead lover, orgasm in the
crumbling corner of my brain.
And yes,
I still miss your imaginary
weight on me.
from a dead lover, orgasm in the
crumbling corner of my brain.
And yes,
I still miss your imaginary
weight on me.
1310 reads
17 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jun 2011 2:49pm
15th Jun 2011 2:49pm
On & On
(**written for sordid summer challenge)
Love me like a serial killer hunting for the next whore to torture & kill or like a pyromaniac
compulsively twitching to the smell of spilled kerosene reeking
at the back of his trunk. Love me
as psychosis distorts your thinking process, when tourette is making you swear & curse like a drugged,
drunk skunk or when paranoia is at its worse & everyone seems to be after to get you--
Shhh... listen baby, don't be scared I'm here for you. Here, take this gun then shove it
...
Love me like a serial killer hunting for the next whore to torture & kill or like a pyromaniac
compulsively twitching to the smell of spilled kerosene reeking
at the back of his trunk. Love me
as psychosis distorts your thinking process, when tourette is making you swear & curse like a drugged,
drunk skunk or when paranoia is at its worse & everyone seems to be after to get you--
Shhh... listen baby, don't be scared I'm here for you. Here, take this gun then shove it
...
1028 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jun 2011 4:14am
14th Jun 2011 4:14am
Insomia
Counting sheep
jumping over
crumbling fence; locating
love, to whatever what was said
and unsaid.
I'll lie here forever
if only I can get your
wet tongue to stop the chills
breaking through my spine.
And I imagine giving up
my backbone, just to convince you
to stay a little bit longer.
But it's late now
and I'm getting tired of
counting sheep; trying
to mend the aches
I can never locate.
jumping over
crumbling fence; locating
love, to whatever what was said
and unsaid.
I'll lie here forever
if only I can get your
wet tongue to stop the chills
breaking through my spine.
And I imagine giving up
my backbone, just to convince you
to stay a little bit longer.
But it's late now
and I'm getting tired of
counting sheep; trying
to mend the aches
I can never locate.
934 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th May 2011 12:32pm
17th May 2011 12:32pm
feelin' sexy
1.
Combustible; I clench your thigh
to bite on your lower lip
I feel so selfish around you. You're mine
and I want your damned tongue
all over me
(Before you disappear--)
2.
But baby, you make me want
to sell myself out and sprawl myself bare
on your empty page, to ride on
whatever mood you're in
Though I prefer you
wedge in me
(Sinking and rising--)
Burying me deeper
into this dream. ...
Combustible; I clench your thigh
to bite on your lower lip
I feel so selfish around you. You're mine
and I want your damned tongue
all over me
(Before you disappear--)
2.
But baby, you make me want
to sell myself out and sprawl myself bare
on your empty page, to ride on
whatever mood you're in
Though I prefer you
wedge in me
(Sinking and rising--)
Burying me deeper
into this dream. ...
2023 reads
13 Comments
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