Submissions by hellionsaint
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My poetry is me weeping, like a little girl in a corner gripping her torn stockings covered in blood. It is my soul screaming as the world turns a blind eye; they smile as my teeth clench in rage. I die every time an Angel loses its wings.
DARK POEM
Published
11th Jun 2016 9:00am
11th Jun 2016 9:00am
Pass me the Knife
You told me a long time ago how painful the sorrow of snow, when winter winds blow; knife fights in dark alleys.
Bottle shards cut through my veins leaving me a bloody mess, to tame to remember the past.
Eye lids slashed and sealed in wax, the imprint of all that has been abandoned; nails pulled off without hesitation.
Such beautiful pain...please, make me bleed; hurt me unconditionally so that I may feel.
Pass me the razor, I wish to carve out my heart; plated upon a golden platter served with a side of hatred.
The world turns to the blinding wind, ashes rubbed on open...
Bottle shards cut through my veins leaving me a bloody mess, to tame to remember the past.
Eye lids slashed and sealed in wax, the imprint of all that has been abandoned; nails pulled off without hesitation.
Such beautiful pain...please, make me bleed; hurt me unconditionally so that I may feel.
Pass me the razor, I wish to carve out my heart; plated upon a golden platter served with a side of hatred.
The world turns to the blinding wind, ashes rubbed on open...
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Jun 2016 11:02am
7th Jun 2016 11:02am
Time Stops
Tickled by last nights endeavors, a midnight rendezvous has left me cold and sour. Brittle teeth cracking at the seems, choking on the distaste of flesh, distorted.
How the little nymphs danced with delight upon rotting carcasses;
Licking and kissing the teet of shame, placing teardrops on a child's grave.
Weep not for innocence lost, but for the depravity of bloodlust hiding in shadow.
Why? Why must you hide and cower in all your filth? Show yourself, please.
Let them see all the disgust, all the rotten buildings decayed with their mistrust. Laced with the...
How the little nymphs danced with delight upon rotting carcasses;
Licking and kissing the teet of shame, placing teardrops on a child's grave.
Weep not for innocence lost, but for the depravity of bloodlust hiding in shadow.
Why? Why must you hide and cower in all your filth? Show yourself, please.
Let them see all the disgust, all the rotten buildings decayed with their mistrust. Laced with the...
674 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jun 2016 12:27pm
6th Jun 2016 12:27pm
Truth Of The World
Government swine barking like diseased mongrels. Bleeding into the ears and screaming to sacrifice the innocent to death as their foreplay. Under pressure of decrepit hands binding tongues held too long under hoof and beat; opportunity once pearls.
Water muddied by tainted earth bearing the weight of sin. No one sees with truth, blinded by goggles of greed. Birthed in righteous words that condemn the needy; always complaining about the outcome.
Nothing remains when ashes drift with the wind. No sacrifice to be made on sacred stone - everything comes undone. So where are our...
Water muddied by tainted earth bearing the weight of sin. No one sees with truth, blinded by goggles of greed. Birthed in righteous words that condemn the needy; always complaining about the outcome.
Nothing remains when ashes drift with the wind. No sacrifice to be made on sacred stone - everything comes undone. So where are our...
632 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Jun 2016 10:12pm
5th Jun 2016 10:12pm
Dear Momma
Born unto filth of surmounted sorrows, the hand of crippled pleas now, shy away.
Incredible strength to detach the darkness, giving way to light seeking solace.
"Please, momma...please get up! Why are you not moving?" The world is shut;
your beauty of the limelight fades, shattered doors whispering your fate.
Crying, "please...don't leave me now!"
Alone, abandoned, and hiding in the shade of an owl. Hauntingly, he speaks of another's grave where the unconditional stench continues to decay. Love, sweet and decrepit, the dismay of fading spirits...
Incredible strength to detach the darkness, giving way to light seeking solace.
"Please, momma...please get up! Why are you not moving?" The world is shut;
your beauty of the limelight fades, shattered doors whispering your fate.
Crying, "please...don't leave me now!"
Alone, abandoned, and hiding in the shade of an owl. Hauntingly, he speaks of another's grave where the unconditional stench continues to decay. Love, sweet and decrepit, the dismay of fading spirits...
680 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Jun 2016 2:06am
5th Jun 2016 2:06am
Lusting Death
Horror corridors filled with blood and gore dead bodies laid out, strewn across the floor, boards soaked in delightful decadence.
Nude bodies dripping lust unto quivering lips waiting like eager cum sluts fucked then dismembered, decomposed for necrophilia, the sustenance of ambrosia.
Why is it raining blood while the sun is out? Flesh being mortified by self-flagellation, the Opus Dei of self-righteous planning, the Fuhrer of insidious demands; make it hurt good so I can cum all over his ass.
The instrumental insemination birthed through hatred and anticipation, the anti-Christ,...
Nude bodies dripping lust unto quivering lips waiting like eager cum sluts fucked then dismembered, decomposed for necrophilia, the sustenance of ambrosia.
Why is it raining blood while the sun is out? Flesh being mortified by self-flagellation, the Opus Dei of self-righteous planning, the Fuhrer of insidious demands; make it hurt good so I can cum all over his ass.
The instrumental insemination birthed through hatred and anticipation, the anti-Christ,...
593 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jun 2016 1:24am
5th Jun 2016 1:24am
The Telling Of
I heard a story the other day, telling of a man, simple in his ways.
This simple man never faltered to indecision he could not conquer.
He held stead fast to his honor, an unwavering eye to always ponder.
A fateful meeting of chance, left him beaten to die without comfort of life.
Trying to stand on shaky legs, bones shattered, unable to support his weight.
Crawling upon bloody knees, pulling himself along the grime of the streets.
No one bothered to even try, nor noticed the tears in his eyes; fighting to breath through cracked ribs and grinding teeth.
...
This simple man never faltered to indecision he could not conquer.
He held stead fast to his honor, an unwavering eye to always ponder.
A fateful meeting of chance, left him beaten to die without comfort of life.
Trying to stand on shaky legs, bones shattered, unable to support his weight.
Crawling upon bloody knees, pulling himself along the grime of the streets.
No one bothered to even try, nor noticed the tears in his eyes; fighting to breath through cracked ribs and grinding teeth.
...
682 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jun 2016 11:49am
4th Jun 2016 11:49am
Sirens Song
Wailing cries of banshee nights, howled thoughts unto the moonlight, they trickle down the contentment of stars.
A somber tone to lament the coming tide waning against the destitution of time; they phase through liquid glass to offset the bloodshed.
As the child dreams of death cold hands caress the spine of doubt, tearing through veins holding your lies; no time left gasping for air.
Into her bosom a drowning sorrow, her song is your final breath left for tomorrow's wishes gone unfulfilled; rumbling towards the looming sea.
A somber tone to lament the coming tide waning against the destitution of time; they phase through liquid glass to offset the bloodshed.
As the child dreams of death cold hands caress the spine of doubt, tearing through veins holding your lies; no time left gasping for air.
Into her bosom a drowning sorrow, her song is your final breath left for tomorrow's wishes gone unfulfilled; rumbling towards the looming sea.
740 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Jun 2016 10:51am
4th Jun 2016 10:51am
Birthed Of Sin
A mother's fading wish, to birth her child through love yet, life dictates another plan; the insemination of an innocent dove. Born from his father's sin, he is a child of rape and molestation, evil twisted, the genesis of hate.
Still he is loved, mother's milk comforts the growing child, while father's member forces embraced nightmares. Warmed by drippings of sweat on my brow, sensations not natural; what is this feeling?
Self begins to subside, giving in to these emotions, let to the background, anger rise; finding now, pleasure in pain.'
Thus begins the end of...
Still he is loved, mother's milk comforts the growing child, while father's member forces embraced nightmares. Warmed by drippings of sweat on my brow, sensations not natural; what is this feeling?
Self begins to subside, giving in to these emotions, let to the background, anger rise; finding now, pleasure in pain.'
Thus begins the end of...
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