Submissions by eatfat97 (corey locklear)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My sense of style creates wounds in the imagination, fire upon seems correct to say!! Yet my fine line of beauty maybe confusing
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jul 2015 11:54pm
17th Jul 2015 11:54pm
Pains, Pane.
There whispering winds outside my Window, I stare nakedly anxious as
my innocences blushed upon weaken hands,dreaming about lovers in love among winds of change, outside in a pain breathless, amid my window pane.
From my concrete thoughts to heavy thighs ,I listen for a wisp of challenge, tho I am penless as my thoughts seemed to never answer my wonder..
I gather a pass of tears blinding me,as a fantasy I've once thrown from my window seven stories,long from a ravens sight I used for a grace period of warning,.. Tho I grew too a chill as the whispers...
my innocences blushed upon weaken hands,dreaming about lovers in love among winds of change, outside in a pain breathless, amid my window pane.
From my concrete thoughts to heavy thighs ,I listen for a wisp of challenge, tho I am penless as my thoughts seemed to never answer my wonder..
I gather a pass of tears blinding me,as a fantasy I've once thrown from my window seven stories,long from a ravens sight I used for a grace period of warning,.. Tho I grew too a chill as the whispers...
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Jul 2015 5:16am
17th Jul 2015 5:16am
the son of beauty
Bore I breathe,my circus of challenge caressed the carcass I carved from a imbecile I cuddled ,awhile my God bathed in extinctions helms of Bolingbrooks plowed insipidly in use for a shadow sermon processing that I may be the son of Satan's ward..
May I tattoo to bruise a fuel of high seams stretched along the worn patches sewed to the flesh I bare,yet my breaths smelled of envy borrowed from dreams that never shed a confession, summons of nine gates..
I fend ,I buck fore the beggars accost
My charity of black and white, right upon the wrongly assorted persuasion,...
May I tattoo to bruise a fuel of high seams stretched along the worn patches sewed to the flesh I bare,yet my breaths smelled of envy borrowed from dreams that never shed a confession, summons of nine gates..
I fend ,I buck fore the beggars accost
My charity of black and white, right upon the wrongly assorted persuasion,...
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SELF POEM
Published
20th May 2015 6:43pm
20th May 2015 6:43pm
winds of reason
I stand in the winds drowning my name
With tears falling from a dirt filled sigh of
Rage..
Upon a fickle I calm as I bleed from my eyes
aching within the sorrow I conceed in between now amid
where my tears taste of a angels rue Grace of shaded voices
calling for me to bide the prayers I've choked from the life of a
windless passion..
There I stand chest bucked ,legs qquierving, fore my demons turn
too value the taste of salt bled from the face that I've bruised
along a contour of a flesh broken and beded as if I could fly
into...
With tears falling from a dirt filled sigh of
Rage..
Upon a fickle I calm as I bleed from my eyes
aching within the sorrow I conceed in between now amid
where my tears taste of a angels rue Grace of shaded voices
calling for me to bide the prayers I've choked from the life of a
windless passion..
There I stand chest bucked ,legs qquierving, fore my demons turn
too value the taste of salt bled from the face that I've bruised
along a contour of a flesh broken and beded as if I could fly
into...
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Apr 2015 10:34pm
9th Apr 2015 10:34pm
my god of
From a crouch of ideas I visit the past of suffering
minds, that fill my memory with pain.A loss of fear torn from
my eyes as deuce became a drug I yearned,beckoning the grace of Christ as my soul tainted the blood soiled along a river current brought from a evil pushing through my veins..
I sit to scream from a corner of fiction I buried in the wombs of the gods imbued in rays of assumptive exaggeration apart from what bled unto the deities blown in from a ravens wings scratched
With brims of sulfur,superior unto what my memory shaved the gods hands...
minds, that fill my memory with pain.A loss of fear torn from
my eyes as deuce became a drug I yearned,beckoning the grace of Christ as my soul tainted the blood soiled along a river current brought from a evil pushing through my veins..
I sit to scream from a corner of fiction I buried in the wombs of the gods imbued in rays of assumptive exaggeration apart from what bled unto the deities blown in from a ravens wings scratched
With brims of sulfur,superior unto what my memory shaved the gods hands...
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ANGER POEM
Published
7th Apr 2015 10:53pm
7th Apr 2015 10:53pm
words
Long into a day of fixation my words begin too choke
From a blinding wound I've bled over as my weightless
anger gaged my need too voice what I've done.. May I feel where the outside changed yet may I curse that god has sworn too not bathe me in sunlight,how
may I convince my words too sell love ,meaning more then
a what if I sense of humor thrown by the wayside of day painted in shames bulk of chest tight prayers wasting away..
By morning should i circle my remorse,yet may I forgive
that I shall see again ,awhile I chase the burdens...
From a blinding wound I've bled over as my weightless
anger gaged my need too voice what I've done.. May I feel where the outside changed yet may I curse that god has sworn too not bathe me in sunlight,how
may I convince my words too sell love ,meaning more then
a what if I sense of humor thrown by the wayside of day painted in shames bulk of chest tight prayers wasting away..
By morning should i circle my remorse,yet may I forgive
that I shall see again ,awhile I chase the burdens...
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Apr 2015 4:49pm
5th Apr 2015 4:49pm
question
The night falls harshly upon the grounds scorn
Of the devils abode,finding death a sense of purpose bled over
My open wounds aching from innocent breaths leading the holy
unto the undead lying in a churchyard naked from a world filed with
idiots confused about life after death ....
Rather then the pretext fashion of death once asked of,dear
and favorable unto a night of such eves lost in a fable told
by pagans sipping swine around a tombstone ingraved "pastor"
Christmas...
As such confessions confused the death along the grace I...
Of the devils abode,finding death a sense of purpose bled over
My open wounds aching from innocent breaths leading the holy
unto the undead lying in a churchyard naked from a world filed with
idiots confused about life after death ....
Rather then the pretext fashion of death once asked of,dear
and favorable unto a night of such eves lost in a fable told
by pagans sipping swine around a tombstone ingraved "pastor"
Christmas...
As such confessions confused the death along the grace I...
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2015 1:05am
22nd Jan 2015 1:05am
father what if
Ive played with the devils friends , there should I forget
That my god has laid to rest the father I long for..
Now that I give my heart a blow of breaths I
shackled with razor blades shall I beg that my bag full
of broken dreams challenge my rally of faith
covering my fold of clovers dressed in gestures of what if
my fathers hand reached down and picked me up, would i play
dead..
Now that I search for a breath of familiar seeds
Ive sewn along the bargaining trenched in borrowed
penance my blood spilled my...
That my god has laid to rest the father I long for..
Now that I give my heart a blow of breaths I
shackled with razor blades shall I beg that my bag full
of broken dreams challenge my rally of faith
covering my fold of clovers dressed in gestures of what if
my fathers hand reached down and picked me up, would i play
dead..
Now that I search for a breath of familiar seeds
Ive sewn along the bargaining trenched in borrowed
penance my blood spilled my...
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Jan 2015 1:46am
21st Jan 2015 1:46am
ms murder
Ms murder may I say how the day smelled
of an envious intention as my shallow turn of increments
confessed that the Bayard needed to die, fore my eyes
see that I love you ms murder..
Ms murder shall i find a shoulder to spread the dirt
over the gods death of angels bleeding from the porno of sluts
craving a taste of hell that I pray may be a voice of for what
we may see as I kill one bird with a verse from a bible, one
stone stolen from heavens gate, ms murder may I bowel before
I break.....
of an envious intention as my shallow turn of increments
confessed that the Bayard needed to die, fore my eyes
see that I love you ms murder..
Ms murder shall i find a shoulder to spread the dirt
over the gods death of angels bleeding from the porno of sluts
craving a taste of hell that I pray may be a voice of for what
we may see as I kill one bird with a verse from a bible, one
stone stolen from heavens gate, ms murder may I bowel before
I break.....
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jan 2015 11:55pm
19th Jan 2015 11:55pm
valentine gesture
My love fare not a tear
For my heart speaks for
my lips to embrace the love
of whispering your name once
twice three times moved aloud ..
My dear I have watched you from
afar may you feel my breaths of panic
in a passion I gauge as your silhouette
addresses my shadows shivers , be it
love be it elegance be it obsession fore
iam wrong , my darling from my window
stoop I yell back from my bellow In cascades
of beautiful flutter .
For the lights glare in a fashion of magic pulled
from a hare of season as my alibi has become...
For my heart speaks for
my lips to embrace the love
of whispering your name once
twice three times moved aloud ..
My dear I have watched you from
afar may you feel my breaths of panic
in a passion I gauge as your silhouette
addresses my shadows shivers , be it
love be it elegance be it obsession fore
iam wrong , my darling from my window
stoop I yell back from my bellow In cascades
of beautiful flutter .
For the lights glare in a fashion of magic pulled
from a hare of season as my alibi has become...
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jan 2015 8:52pm
18th Jan 2015 8:52pm
when words fail me
There she lays half dressed in beauty where I
gaze upon a stare whispering aloud how I would
give my world for her.
she smells of roses a lavender of cream blossomed
from a sum of elegence chasing me into a charm
of need, my lust my pleasure my pain has stricken
me tongue tied and yearning the scent of her
conversation
Blinded by her style within the ambient streams of
her of humanizing sighs I create a stare far into my
vase sense of wonder , undressing her with my blush ,
plush and fever only to say hello ..
Yet my poise of...
gaze upon a stare whispering aloud how I would
give my world for her.
she smells of roses a lavender of cream blossomed
from a sum of elegence chasing me into a charm
of need, my lust my pleasure my pain has stricken
me tongue tied and yearning the scent of her
conversation
Blinded by her style within the ambient streams of
her of humanizing sighs I create a stare far into my
vase sense of wonder , undressing her with my blush ,
plush and fever only to say hello ..
Yet my poise of...
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jan 2015 6:05pm
17th Jan 2015 6:05pm
bleeding
I dance along in a rave of sickness
impaired as I hold her bleeding heart over
a fancy bucket labeled why, concerted near
a exist wound drowned in my high fashion
in and out of beautiful sorrow
Dressed in epiphanies essence my loves virtue
excited the lack of telepathic salutations greeting
mottled visions demoralized when each breath I blew
a passion of fire inflamed with the wits of a blood stained dance
, two feet short of asking why, when I cry I fade,as you shed a
tear I die.
Fore I stitch a breeze of...
impaired as I hold her bleeding heart over
a fancy bucket labeled why, concerted near
a exist wound drowned in my high fashion
in and out of beautiful sorrow
Dressed in epiphanies essence my loves virtue
excited the lack of telepathic salutations greeting
mottled visions demoralized when each breath I blew
a passion of fire inflamed with the wits of a blood stained dance
, two feet short of asking why, when I cry I fade,as you shed a
tear I die.
Fore I stitch a breeze of...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
16th Jan 2015 1:12am
16th Jan 2015 1:12am
my disease
Fourteen days has haunted my abstraction biding
me too mind taunting thoughts of conversion, as
I see through the ending perched near my spiritual
grounding
I so dance along the shadows chasing me into
a spiral of inklings condemning that I may lose
my mind before the thrid week could act as my
Cache beckoning the hollow sounds
Only as I dread the night before the day patiently
Waiting for my return there a still knock at the door
fore my heart bleeds over a old framed bed used as
a hideaway from the days haunting the...
me too mind taunting thoughts of conversion, as
I see through the ending perched near my spiritual
grounding
I so dance along the shadows chasing me into
a spiral of inklings condemning that I may lose
my mind before the thrid week could act as my
Cache beckoning the hollow sounds
Only as I dread the night before the day patiently
Waiting for my return there a still knock at the door
fore my heart bleeds over a old framed bed used as
a hideaway from the days haunting the...
759 reads
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