Submissions by crimsin (Unveiling)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
my ink comes from the heart and sometimes a dark mind
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Sep 2015 6:46pm
4th Sep 2015 6:46pm
The Melting Of An Ice Queen
retracing my steps
quietly so as not to trouble
or stir the waters
vulnerability my Mistress now
submitting to her
a frightening thing
I love a strong Dominant voice
one that enters with force
skews realities
the Ice Queen is melting
felt invincible while high on coke
now Crimsin has stepped aside
Brenda is emerging
crushed butterfly wings in hand
laid bare...
quietly so as not to trouble
or stir the waters
vulnerability my Mistress now
submitting to her
a frightening thing
I love a strong Dominant voice
one that enters with force
skews realities
the Ice Queen is melting
felt invincible while high on coke
now Crimsin has stepped aside
Brenda is emerging
crushed butterfly wings in hand
laid bare...
1240 reads
35 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2015 3:48pm
3rd Sep 2015 3:48pm
The Barrio
I got my first taste of Latin flavor at the age of fourteen
raised in an upper middle class family
my only adventures came from books
my parents well meaning
were very strict
my home life bland
we moved to the barrio
when my parents divorced
finally free my soul soared
my stepmom too busy
with work had loosened
the reigns on me
this is when I first met
the cholas and cholos
so different from me I was intrigued
the cholas Latin perfection pleated pants, sexy tops ...
raised in an upper middle class family
my only adventures came from books
my parents well meaning
were very strict
my home life bland
we moved to the barrio
when my parents divorced
finally free my soul soared
my stepmom too busy
with work had loosened
the reigns on me
this is when I first met
the cholas and cholos
so different from me I was intrigued
the cholas Latin perfection pleated pants, sexy tops ...
1291 reads
44 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Sep 2015 5:04pm
1st Sep 2015 5:04pm
Ligature Marks
my fierceness fading
blowing away like dust
on the wind
melancholy feelings
take hold and choke
leaving their ligature marks
across my throat
bound, mouth gagged
holding myself tight
cruelty my Master
masochistic I asked for a beating
left reeling
from your blows
I fell to the floor
curled tight in a ball
cracked ribs
puncture my heart
left internally bleeding
I can't cauterize this wound ...
blowing away like dust
on the wind
melancholy feelings
take hold and choke
leaving their ligature marks
across my throat
bound, mouth gagged
holding myself tight
cruelty my Master
masochistic I asked for a beating
left reeling
from your blows
I fell to the floor
curled tight in a ball
cracked ribs
puncture my heart
left internally bleeding
I can't cauterize this wound ...
1078 reads
35 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
31st Aug 2015 8:51pm
31st Aug 2015 8:51pm
Time, Trees and Trapdoors
Shuffling through life like a lobotomized zombie
disconnected, jumping from one tree to the next
the tree of life holding the hands of time
the tree of death to which my soul is bound
licking the flames of my own destruction
slipping in and out of the abyss
the depths of it's blackness drinking from my core
I jump through the trapdoor of delirium
where it doesn't matter if i'm a whole soul
my time slowly ticking away
I've traded heroin for drinking
there seems to be a void in me I can't fill
the...
disconnected, jumping from one tree to the next
the tree of life holding the hands of time
the tree of death to which my soul is bound
licking the flames of my own destruction
slipping in and out of the abyss
the depths of it's blackness drinking from my core
I jump through the trapdoor of delirium
where it doesn't matter if i'm a whole soul
my time slowly ticking away
I've traded heroin for drinking
there seems to be a void in me I can't fill
the...
916 reads
24 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Aug 2015 4:13am
31st Aug 2015 4:13am
Morning Star~Stellam Matutinam
1010 reads
32 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Aug 2015 9:05pm
30th Aug 2015 9:05pm
Intrigue
(note an old write written after coming off heroin)
living the life of the sedate
I sometimes miss the days of danger
youth full of wonder and adventure
arsenic mixed with opium is intrigue
how many times did the viper bite
before I realized this is poison
yet still searching for fun and mystery
landscapes unexplored
doors unopened
all of them labeled
with a question mark
enter at your own risk is intrigue
living the life of the sedate
I sometimes miss the days of danger
youth full of wonder and adventure
arsenic mixed with opium is intrigue
how many times did the viper bite
before I realized this is poison
yet still searching for fun and mystery
landscapes unexplored
doors unopened
all of them labeled
with a question mark
enter at your own risk is intrigue
922 reads
18 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Aug 2015 4:30pm
30th Aug 2015 4:30pm
Passion For You No More
longing to come on
like a warm summer caress
tantalizing your senses
enticing and inviting
open with a hint of vulnerability
let you gaze at the softer side of me
too strong of will
I came on with brazen
whorish thoughts
fantasies that will never see light
really I never intended that
just longed to reach you anyway I could
acting like an adolescent
foolish in my inept attempts
at seducing your mind ...
like a warm summer caress
tantalizing your senses
enticing and inviting
open with a hint of vulnerability
let you gaze at the softer side of me
too strong of will
I came on with brazen
whorish thoughts
fantasies that will never see light
really I never intended that
just longed to reach you anyway I could
acting like an adolescent
foolish in my inept attempts
at seducing your mind ...
1186 reads
42 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Aug 2015 10:30pm
29th Aug 2015 10:30pm
Smoking Is A lot like f**king
1333 reads
37 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
29th Aug 2015 3:02am
29th Aug 2015 3:02am
Cocaine Free and The Writing High
Two and a half weeks
without cocaine
at first I was on a natural high
feeling good, invigorated
thought shit I can do this
I felt invincible
now like a clock slowly unwinding
becoming a little unhinged
I'm feeling drained, lethargic
I'm left wondering when will I learn
I quit heroin only to run into the arms of another
caught up in the party life again
why do I feel most alive living on the edge?
other people are happy with everyday living ...
without cocaine
at first I was on a natural high
feeling good, invigorated
thought shit I can do this
I felt invincible
now like a clock slowly unwinding
becoming a little unhinged
I'm feeling drained, lethargic
I'm left wondering when will I learn
I quit heroin only to run into the arms of another
caught up in the party life again
why do I feel most alive living on the edge?
other people are happy with everyday living ...
1010 reads
30 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Aug 2015 5:57am
27th Aug 2015 5:57am
I Conjure
the night is heavy
smothering me
with it's intensity
pressing down
on my soft spots
so I rise above the stars
into outer space
where there is no light
to oppress
it's cool here
onyx arms embrace
the darkness my home
here I conjure
amongst the blackness
of the void
it receives my offering
sending out my waves
across the Earth
caressing those I care for
biting, gnawing and tearing
at those I don't
feeling freer by the moment ...
smothering me
with it's intensity
pressing down
on my soft spots
so I rise above the stars
into outer space
where there is no light
to oppress
it's cool here
onyx arms embrace
the darkness my home
here I conjure
amongst the blackness
of the void
it receives my offering
sending out my waves
across the Earth
caressing those I care for
biting, gnawing and tearing
at those I don't
feeling freer by the moment ...
1105 reads
42 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Aug 2015 4:47pm
26th Aug 2015 4:47pm
die Kunst des Vergessens~The Art Of Forgetting
sweep it all away
till there is nothing left
just dust motes
Schmerzen schmackhaft
Pain Palatable
feeling forlorn
tuck it away where
it can't be seen
in Ihrem Gefolge verwüstet
Devastated in their wake
I pick myself up
carry on and write
my own stories in the sand
Wenn ich nicht also gebrochen fühlen
When i'm not so broken
I will be able to express
myself with self confidence
live my own adventures
Es...
till there is nothing left
just dust motes
Schmerzen schmackhaft
Pain Palatable
feeling forlorn
tuck it away where
it can't be seen
in Ihrem Gefolge verwüstet
Devastated in their wake
I pick myself up
carry on and write
my own stories in the sand
Wenn ich nicht also gebrochen fühlen
When i'm not so broken
I will be able to express
myself with self confidence
live my own adventures
Es...
1012 reads
36 Comments
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