Submissions by chefchris87
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
21st Sep 2012 3:57am
21st Sep 2012 3:57am
HIS FALL
HER BEAUTY CANNOT BE UNDONE.
VULNERABILITY WILL STRIKE THE SERPEANTS SON.
THAT FIERCE FIRE IN HER EYES, IT WILL BRING ABOUT HIS DEMISE.
THE BEAUTY ION HER SMILE, WILL MAKE HIM LESS VILE.
HIS EVIL WILL NOT ENDURE
ONLY HER BEAUTY WILL AND BE PURE.
HE WILL BOW DOWN, FOR HER BEAUTY IS THE CROWN
VULNERABILITY WILL STRIKE THE SERPEANTS SON.
THAT FIERCE FIRE IN HER EYES, IT WILL BRING ABOUT HIS DEMISE.
THE BEAUTY ION HER SMILE, WILL MAKE HIM LESS VILE.
HIS EVIL WILL NOT ENDURE
ONLY HER BEAUTY WILL AND BE PURE.
HE WILL BOW DOWN, FOR HER BEAUTY IS THE CROWN
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Sep 2012 3:00am
21st Sep 2012 3:00am
BLEEDING ROSE
*KINDA FELT ANGRY ABOUT THINGS WRITING THIS**
EVERYTHING IS BLACK BUT THY ROSE
IN FIELDS OF EDEN.
BLESSED FOR THE SKY AND RAIN THY SCORCHED SON
THE ROSE OF EDEN IS STILL THE SAME
BURN OF YOUR FLESH FROM CUTTING THE SPIKES FROM EDENS ROSE,
IN MY WISH, SHE WILL NOT CRY
HOW DARE YOU COVETT WITH WHICH YOU DON’T DESPAIR.
BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS
IS NOW BLOOD ON MY HANDS
YOU ARE THE DOOMED WRECHED CREATURE,
HOLES IN THE FLOWER SHE NOW BLEEDS
HER WOUNDS WILL HEAL
AND YOU WILL FALL
PLUMITTING; THE FIRES GROW NEARER.
SHE...
EVERYTHING IS BLACK BUT THY ROSE
IN FIELDS OF EDEN.
BLESSED FOR THE SKY AND RAIN THY SCORCHED SON
THE ROSE OF EDEN IS STILL THE SAME
BURN OF YOUR FLESH FROM CUTTING THE SPIKES FROM EDENS ROSE,
IN MY WISH, SHE WILL NOT CRY
HOW DARE YOU COVETT WITH WHICH YOU DON’T DESPAIR.
BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS
IS NOW BLOOD ON MY HANDS
YOU ARE THE DOOMED WRECHED CREATURE,
HOLES IN THE FLOWER SHE NOW BLEEDS
HER WOUNDS WILL HEAL
AND YOU WILL FALL
PLUMITTING; THE FIRES GROW NEARER.
SHE...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Sep 2012 7:37pm
16th Sep 2012 7:37pm
Its her beauty
Eyes that gander like a field of exotic spring;
Gentle to the touch of the silk laden hair.
as the stars have hailed, the moon will smile,
as of late, your beauty is of no trial.
Gentle to the touch of the silk laden hair.
as the stars have hailed, the moon will smile,
as of late, your beauty is of no trial.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Sep 2012 6:09pm
15th Sep 2012 6:09pm
Wanting her
Rip the pants and make you bleed
Slurp out your cum
lick it all up
Hands to the wall
legs to your head
Ram that peach to make you cream
Slow with the thrust and plunge in deeper
Thrice you cum, I know you’re not numb;
Slow with the thrust and plunge in deeper
Body contorting, the shrivels run down
the spine is what quivers, begging for more
Slow with the thrust and plunge in deeper
Gulch my back, baby your doing it right
breathing deeper
here it comes, tingling, shaking heart beating faster
your...
Slurp out your cum
lick it all up
Hands to the wall
legs to your head
Ram that peach to make you cream
Slow with the thrust and plunge in deeper
Thrice you cum, I know you’re not numb;
Slow with the thrust and plunge in deeper
Body contorting, the shrivels run down
the spine is what quivers, begging for more
Slow with the thrust and plunge in deeper
Gulch my back, baby your doing it right
breathing deeper
here it comes, tingling, shaking heart beating faster
your...
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Sep 2012 5:28am
15th Sep 2012 5:28am
Beast and Her
**another dark eroticism***
Pleasantries i wish to taste
Tongue scroll down
her eyes has sloth
and wither away as savory sweet
All his with his horns erect.
Tear from a scream
it is not in her dream
Penetration gives her lashings
annihilation of her body,
he continues these thrashings.
With a shallow grin on his face
the burnt blood fills his face
Devouring her cum laden body
as her eyes wither away as savory sweet
Pleasantries i wish to taste
Tongue scroll down
her eyes has sloth
and wither away as savory sweet
All his with his horns erect.
Tear from a scream
it is not in her dream
Penetration gives her lashings
annihilation of her body,
he continues these thrashings.
With a shallow grin on his face
the burnt blood fills his face
Devouring her cum laden body
as her eyes wither away as savory sweet
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EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Sep 2012 4:44am
15th Sep 2012 4:44am
I dream for her
Bend at the waist
You selfeshly spread;
Swollen is the snake
My serpent is yours;
Hands never let go
I throb for you too and fro;
Hands bound to the wall
whats it like being malled?;
Screams to pour
As she cums for more.
You selfeshly spread;
Swollen is the snake
My serpent is yours;
Hands never let go
I throb for you too and fro;
Hands bound to the wall
whats it like being malled?;
Screams to pour
As she cums for more.
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Sep 2012 8:21pm
12th Sep 2012 8:21pm
Raven of Beauty
Sorrow in the ravens wings, the empty walls shall bring not,
the shelter you wish it brings.
Color of crimson and black,
Necromancy, the epitome of itself ne’er see’s the light.
Grace that soars through these dreary, dreary days;
Searches for friends of old death will take upon the mold.
Green fields it soared by long ago, now pallid with disgrace
Whisper through the skies,
quietly,
waiting; what for!?, she shall be lonely throughout her days
Sorrow in her wings, with all the acrid of the world;
In these dreary, dreary days
the shelter you wish it brings.
Color of crimson and black,
Necromancy, the epitome of itself ne’er see’s the light.
Grace that soars through these dreary, dreary days;
Searches for friends of old death will take upon the mold.
Green fields it soared by long ago, now pallid with disgrace
Whisper through the skies,
quietly,
waiting; what for!?, she shall be lonely throughout her days
Sorrow in her wings, with all the acrid of the world;
In these dreary, dreary days
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Sep 2012 5:28am
12th Sep 2012 5:28am
Hell Bound Lust
She, my dear Ashley, with a soul so soft,
Waiting for her arms to wrap around, I suffer in thine loft.
She walks forth from the midst,
its all about hells kiss.
The eyes wonder, fingers clinched, this is my lust.
Her body is my muse, her cream is my vice.
Tender, to make the toes curl, every thrust will enthrall
The claws to gorge my back, with every thrust I will enthrall.
She, my dear Ashley, with a soul so soft,
The swollen clitori, makes me dream of you and I.
You say more, I circle and peck the flesh, I am the prey within your breast. ...
Waiting for her arms to wrap around, I suffer in thine loft.
She walks forth from the midst,
its all about hells kiss.
The eyes wonder, fingers clinched, this is my lust.
Her body is my muse, her cream is my vice.
Tender, to make the toes curl, every thrust will enthrall
The claws to gorge my back, with every thrust I will enthrall.
She, my dear Ashley, with a soul so soft,
The swollen clitori, makes me dream of you and I.
You say more, I circle and peck the flesh, I am the prey within your breast. ...
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Sep 2012 5:46pm
11th Sep 2012 5:46pm
Achromedia
Night is black, the stars have vailed.
There is no rest for the sleep dwellers.
The demon strikes in my sleep.
Growl and howl of the drooling mouth.
Slumber as it may see, there is no peace for me.
The demon strikes in my sleep.
Fangs of wrought, thy soul shall tremble
Wings of fate, death does not wait.
Hoodwinked and chained to the black muck wall,
I stand there alone and above all,
No clothes for me tonight
The demon strikes in my sleep.
Angel of wrath come forth for me,
Pain and emptiness is all though shall see.
Knawing, ripping...
There is no rest for the sleep dwellers.
The demon strikes in my sleep.
Growl and howl of the drooling mouth.
Slumber as it may see, there is no peace for me.
The demon strikes in my sleep.
Fangs of wrought, thy soul shall tremble
Wings of fate, death does not wait.
Hoodwinked and chained to the black muck wall,
I stand there alone and above all,
No clothes for me tonight
The demon strikes in my sleep.
Angel of wrath come forth for me,
Pain and emptiness is all though shall see.
Knawing, ripping...
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Sep 2012 5:42pm
11th Sep 2012 5:42pm
Hell hound awaits
b][b][b]He awaits the closing hour
With liquid death, he shall lust, like the winds gust.
He, the black diamond of hell hounds.
He is no imitation as of late is beyond contestation.
He awaits the closing hour.
This ghoul, this amplifier of darkness lusts for the closing hour.
Thou peers into the thick bosom from whence it came.
This ghoul awaits the closing hour.
The tree line with sky so placid, taxing, to thine soul makes me a mute and put to shame.
There he sits, for this closing hour, sent as a saint from fires below
I sit with trinkets of muck and...
With liquid death, he shall lust, like the winds gust.
He, the black diamond of hell hounds.
He is no imitation as of late is beyond contestation.
He awaits the closing hour.
This ghoul, this amplifier of darkness lusts for the closing hour.
Thou peers into the thick bosom from whence it came.
This ghoul awaits the closing hour.
The tree line with sky so placid, taxing, to thine soul makes me a mute and put to shame.
There he sits, for this closing hour, sent as a saint from fires below
I sit with trinkets of muck and...
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