Submissions by iHoe4Poe_
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
To inspire and be inspired is what I'm looking for here. I crave criticism and judgment. Majority of what I write is projected from the abyss of my addiction that consumes my almost every thought. And love, fucking lustful little thing I am.
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2015 8:43pm
2nd Dec 2015 8:43pm
Scar Tissue
The body which she lived
Was made more of scar tissue than skin
Exterior as white as porcelain
Rose pink tint within
Twas such a lovely shade
And in such a sinful way
She sought the beauty of it
Affliction is an addiction
Like sex and music
Crimson tears are shed
But the word goes unsaid
Once noticed
No need to help her
She'll just do it again
Never listening like the rest
Self-harm and cigarettes
She was obsessed
She fought with this
It always won
Only thing lost was blood and tears
Only thing gained was...
Was made more of scar tissue than skin
Exterior as white as porcelain
Rose pink tint within
Twas such a lovely shade
And in such a sinful way
She sought the beauty of it
Affliction is an addiction
Like sex and music
Crimson tears are shed
But the word goes unsaid
Once noticed
No need to help her
She'll just do it again
Never listening like the rest
Self-harm and cigarettes
She was obsessed
She fought with this
It always won
Only thing lost was blood and tears
Only thing gained was...
646 reads
6 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2015 6:32am
2nd Dec 2015 6:32am
(He)roin
Through poisen-tainted veins,
I feel a warmth that soothes, but is surreal.
It's funny how we became acquainted, he made me quiver, I almost fainted.
He seemed so cool, so calm, and sweet.
He swept me off my virgin feet.
We fell inlove, or so I thought;
My soul, Almighty-love, is what he sought.
He hid his identity with a comforting mask,
Only to disguise his horrible task.
With every kiss, he sucked me dry.
His soft caress was all a lie.
He came inside me: just a little prick
It made me lightheaded and a little sick.
He abused me raw, til...
I feel a warmth that soothes, but is surreal.
It's funny how we became acquainted, he made me quiver, I almost fainted.
He seemed so cool, so calm, and sweet.
He swept me off my virgin feet.
We fell inlove, or so I thought;
My soul, Almighty-love, is what he sought.
He hid his identity with a comforting mask,
Only to disguise his horrible task.
With every kiss, he sucked me dry.
His soft caress was all a lie.
He came inside me: just a little prick
It made me lightheaded and a little sick.
He abused me raw, til...
1181 reads
10 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
1st Dec 2015 10:30pm
1st Dec 2015 10:30pm
I dream of you
I dream of you
You're such a prick
You cum inside
My bodies sick
I feel your warmth
Your being flows inside me
I dream of you
My pussy gets wetter
Blood red
Dope brown
Our syrums together
Drawn back forever
The mix is so thick
Pull back then click
Shots fired
I dream of you
I pull you out
You stain my skin
Having once been within
You leave your love mark
Shot straight to my heart
You're such a prick
You cum inside
My bodies sick
I feel your warmth
Your being flows inside me
I dream of you
My pussy gets wetter
Blood red
Dope brown
Our syrums together
Drawn back forever
The mix is so thick
Pull back then click
Shots fired
I dream of you
I pull you out
You stain my skin
Having once been within
You leave your love mark
Shot straight to my heart
780 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Dec 2015 8:22pm
1st Dec 2015 8:22pm
lust
Lust is for the lost
And the living lies
Looking to breed.
I have lost, and been lost
I have lived... maybe
I haven't lived,
And I really haven't lost yet.
But I'll lose soon, I can smell it in the air,
I can smell it like a storm.
Like the rancid smell of pollution and waste,
Rising out of my throat and
Coming out of my mouth.
Losing is for the lustful,
And living is for those who are alive.
I have lost;
And I am lost.
I have no lust but to be found
And the living lies
Looking to breed.
I have lost, and been lost
I have lived... maybe
I haven't lived,
And I really haven't lost yet.
But I'll lose soon, I can smell it in the air,
I can smell it like a storm.
Like the rancid smell of pollution and waste,
Rising out of my throat and
Coming out of my mouth.
Losing is for the lustful,
And living is for those who are alive.
I have lost;
And I am lost.
I have no lust but to be found
671 reads
5 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
1st Dec 2015 9:15am
1st Dec 2015 9:15am
i love you but f**k you
His gentle touch
Was such a must
I crave the feel of something real
Just to make me feel surreal
Needless to say he made me sway
And now I wish he would have stayed
Eyes that victimize
Anything he lets inside
To walk away would be wise
But in those eyes
I see clear skies
At night I cry and wonder why
Why he isn't by my side
Our chemistries collide
Fitting desperately entwined
A collision with no pain
Like a needle against a vein
An effortless rush
Induced by only his touch
Is enough to feign for...
Was such a must
I crave the feel of something real
Just to make me feel surreal
Needless to say he made me sway
And now I wish he would have stayed
Eyes that victimize
Anything he lets inside
To walk away would be wise
But in those eyes
I see clear skies
At night I cry and wonder why
Why he isn't by my side
Our chemistries collide
Fitting desperately entwined
A collision with no pain
Like a needle against a vein
An effortless rush
Induced by only his touch
Is enough to feign for...
880 reads
4 Comments
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