Submissions by crimsin (Unveiling)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
my ink comes from the heart and sometimes a dark mind
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Oct 2013 7:37am
31st Oct 2013 7:37am
Wilted Flowers
sober writing
hurts
I feel
raw
cold, empty
nothing
to say
smoking
savoring the
moment
I write
cigarettes
litter the ground
what's to be
said
that I haven't
already
uttered in regret
i'm shivering
cold
my fire
put out
damn I need
a drink
to free
the wanton
one
she's here
trembling
your quiet ...
hurts
I feel
raw
cold, empty
nothing
to say
smoking
savoring the
moment
I write
cigarettes
litter the ground
what's to be
said
that I haven't
already
uttered in regret
i'm shivering
cold
my fire
put out
damn I need
a drink
to free
the wanton
one
she's here
trembling
your quiet ...
850 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Oct 2013 9:03pm
30th Oct 2013 9:03pm
Brazenly
I love the delete button
erasing my drunken truths
hiding them from the world
hoping you didn't read
my whorish thoughts
brazenly put to paper
I want a more delicate touch
to caress your mind with
seduction done best tenderly
not raw and hard
like a porno star on speed
what do I know of writing?
nothing it would seem
knowing only how to spread
my petals on the screen
closing them now
shying away from
the pounding heat ...
erasing my drunken truths
hiding them from the world
hoping you didn't read
my whorish thoughts
brazenly put to paper
I want a more delicate touch
to caress your mind with
seduction done best tenderly
not raw and hard
like a porno star on speed
what do I know of writing?
nothing it would seem
knowing only how to spread
my petals on the screen
closing them now
shying away from
the pounding heat ...
862 reads
17 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
28th Oct 2013 8:15pm
28th Oct 2013 8:15pm
Cheers
Questioning everything
as I drink my liquor
while smoking a cigarette
is it real if it's not
bare knuckles
ass to the wall?
i'm going ten rounds
with a monster
who knows MMA
knows all the dirty tricks
fighting it out and losing
getting punched in the skull
as I duck and dive
everyday I get up
say i'm not going to drink
fail, fail, fail
no tears come fuck that shit
too much water under the bridge
to start crying now
I want to be a fighter
of the finest order
not needing...
as I drink my liquor
while smoking a cigarette
is it real if it's not
bare knuckles
ass to the wall?
i'm going ten rounds
with a monster
who knows MMA
knows all the dirty tricks
fighting it out and losing
getting punched in the skull
as I duck and dive
everyday I get up
say i'm not going to drink
fail, fail, fail
no tears come fuck that shit
too much water under the bridge
to start crying now
I want to be a fighter
of the finest order
not needing...
962 reads
20 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Oct 2013 5:32pm
28th Oct 2013 5:32pm
Never Was
The clock ticks backwards
I feel frozen in time
locked in a cell
no parole or early release
my feelings paralyzed
they will never see the light of day
I've retraced my steps
covered them with liquid ease
painted crimson like the passion
that licks at my soul
never to be realized
I retreat into myself
cover the pain
with liquor
the lover I know best
takes me to the place
of dreams
where we could be one
making love under the moon
casting no reflection
where prying eyes can't see
...
I feel frozen in time
locked in a cell
no parole or early release
my feelings paralyzed
they will never see the light of day
I've retraced my steps
covered them with liquid ease
painted crimson like the passion
that licks at my soul
never to be realized
I retreat into myself
cover the pain
with liquor
the lover I know best
takes me to the place
of dreams
where we could be one
making love under the moon
casting no reflection
where prying eyes can't see
...
936 reads
37 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
25th Oct 2013 10:39pm
25th Oct 2013 10:39pm
The Devil You Know
Some people just aren't made to be sober
I mean me, need the shade
to cover myself from a world too bright
I kicked methadone and heroin's ass
but when they left
they left a hole
my anxiety too strong
lose my footing with reality
can't be part of mainstream society
so I fill it with alcohol
need to drink
just to feel human
to give me a state of peace
better than screaming
at the sky
liquor erases the steps
shadowing me
strokes my ego
closes the doors...
I mean me, need the shade
to cover myself from a world too bright
I kicked methadone and heroin's ass
but when they left
they left a hole
my anxiety too strong
lose my footing with reality
can't be part of mainstream society
so I fill it with alcohol
need to drink
just to feel human
to give me a state of peace
better than screaming
at the sky
liquor erases the steps
shadowing me
strokes my ego
closes the doors...
1098 reads
26 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Oct 2013 8:57pm
25th Oct 2013 8:57pm
Inked
The paper like
a cold frigid bitch
refuses to spread her legs
and receive the ink
I want to spill insider her
prying her legs open
I engrave my thoughts
with a razor blade
carving my name
on her inner folds
yes Crimsin was here
pumping my fire
into her inner walls
making her cream
on the screen for all to see
loving the voyeurs
now trained to eagerly
spread eagle
when my pen needs to bleed
a cold frigid bitch
refuses to spread her legs
and receive the ink
I want to spill insider her
prying her legs open
I engrave my thoughts
with a razor blade
carving my name
on her inner folds
yes Crimsin was here
pumping my fire
into her inner walls
making her cream
on the screen for all to see
loving the voyeurs
now trained to eagerly
spread eagle
when my pen needs to bleed
1017 reads
28 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Oct 2013 5:24am
24th Oct 2013 5:24am
Gothic Raven
Darkness walks with me
into the mist
locked in the shadows
my soul dwells hidden
caged and captured
my dark side never to be free
gothic raven
wrapped in cotton candy
gagging on it
razor like teeth
cut me to quick
the key to freedom
you wear around your neck
the chain to this key choking you
release the clasp, breathe in the night air
the moon has risen
free your mind
arise, show your true nature
wickedly graceful in your way
take flight dark...
into the mist
locked in the shadows
my soul dwells hidden
caged and captured
my dark side never to be free
gothic raven
wrapped in cotton candy
gagging on it
razor like teeth
cut me to quick
the key to freedom
you wear around your neck
the chain to this key choking you
release the clasp, breathe in the night air
the moon has risen
free your mind
arise, show your true nature
wickedly graceful in your way
take flight dark...
#dark
#gothic
#moon
#shadows
#night
1919 reads
14 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2013 11:09pm
23rd Oct 2013 11:09pm
My DUP Fix
I've been going through withdrawals
hands shaking, climbing the walls
wanting to write but the DUP is like my connect
injecting me with new ideas
like a speed ball taking me up
then easing me down real slow
going crazy without my fix
no cocaine DU to make my heart race
the heroin like erotica ran out
angry poems get me off
keep me from punching walls
I can write the rage out
love poems cause tears to flow
touching my icy heart
with their tender fingers
the DUP is better then...
hands shaking, climbing the walls
wanting to write but the DUP is like my connect
injecting me with new ideas
like a speed ball taking me up
then easing me down real slow
going crazy without my fix
no cocaine DU to make my heart race
the heroin like erotica ran out
angry poems get me off
keep me from punching walls
I can write the rage out
love poems cause tears to flow
touching my icy heart
with their tender fingers
the DUP is better then...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
1089 reads
31 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2013 1:01am
22nd Oct 2013 1:01am
My Poisonous Pen
My poisonous quill
committing crimes on paper
letting my demons escape
into the ether
letting them use my mind
to plant seeds of destruction
sprouting ugly thoughts
in the brains
they are planted in
I felt wretched the day before
so I let my ink bleed
the monster that was plaguing me
death is his name
with his putrid breath
filling the nostrils of the vulnerable
I feel so much guilt today
like a woman awaiting the gallows
knowing hell will be her pay
for the life she's lived
cast off...
committing crimes on paper
letting my demons escape
into the ether
letting them use my mind
to plant seeds of destruction
sprouting ugly thoughts
in the brains
they are planted in
I felt wretched the day before
so I let my ink bleed
the monster that was plaguing me
death is his name
with his putrid breath
filling the nostrils of the vulnerable
I feel so much guilt today
like a woman awaiting the gallows
knowing hell will be her pay
for the life she's lived
cast off...
854 reads
16 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
20th Oct 2013 10:49pm
20th Oct 2013 10:49pm
Demerol Dreams
Feeling kind of froggy
like I could pop off at any time
mind spinning
maniac waves, angry sex
thoughts crashing down on me
want to scream but my mouth is muted
everyone listening
wondering when's she going
to blow
my head's to the pavement
listening as the street calls
temptation on every corner
I miss the drugs, the excitement
different men every night
there's a side of me that loved it
felt like a goddess
in their arms ...
like I could pop off at any time
mind spinning
maniac waves, angry sex
thoughts crashing down on me
want to scream but my mouth is muted
everyone listening
wondering when's she going
to blow
my head's to the pavement
listening as the street calls
temptation on every corner
I miss the drugs, the excitement
different men every night
there's a side of me that loved it
felt like a goddess
in their arms ...
1009 reads
26 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
19th Oct 2013 5:18am
19th Oct 2013 5:18am
My Dad-Entered In Hemi's Men Comp.
My old man was a crop dusting pilot
wore dirty cowboy boots
loved to chase the ladies
married to my ma
he didn't say much
but when he did
it was simple and to the point
wanting to grow up sophisticated
was embarrassed by my country name
Brenda Kay but was
the name chosen for me
by my dad
didn't dare call him
old man to his face
he had a tough as nails
side about him
scared the piss out...
wore dirty cowboy boots
loved to chase the ladies
married to my ma
he didn't say much
but when he did
it was simple and to the point
wanting to grow up sophisticated
was embarrassed by my country name
Brenda Kay but was
the name chosen for me
by my dad
didn't dare call him
old man to his face
he had a tough as nails
side about him
scared the piss out...
884 reads
16 Comments
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