Submissions by maldoror
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i dont really like the word 'poetry' - i try to express my feelings rather than my thoughts. my scribbles are like muted screams and desperate whispers.
EROTIC POEM
Published
29th May 2018 11:41pm
29th May 2018 11:41pm
This life is most jolly
Hag you bollock
Dangling vector
Come to my hovel
Delinquent sector
Maybe it's the call of spring
all that's warm is rucking
I want you to let me in
we can do some fucking
Won't you be my pornstar
Want to bend you over
wanna fuck you in the shower
Rub your pussy with lather
Watch you shaving
Slap your bottom
Be badly behaving
Rip your cotton
Panties let me sniff you
You flirty naked little snitch
Be my bacon sandwich
Be my rock n roll bitch
Fag you cocker ...
Dangling vector
Come to my hovel
Delinquent sector
Maybe it's the call of spring
all that's warm is rucking
I want you to let me in
we can do some fucking
Won't you be my pornstar
Want to bend you over
wanna fuck you in the shower
Rub your pussy with lather
Watch you shaving
Slap your bottom
Be badly behaving
Rip your cotton
Panties let me sniff you
You flirty naked little snitch
Be my bacon sandwich
Be my rock n roll bitch
Fag you cocker ...
#fate
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EROTIC POEM
Published
28th May 2018 8:31pm
28th May 2018 8:31pm
Single mother rampage
It's my single mother slut look
All I want's to get fucked
Leave children with their gran
Get a hot hard hairy man
Muscle man with bad breath
Underpants and brain death
All I wants a hot bath
Get pleasure where I can
Tits are getting wrinkled
Stomach like a winkle
Blotchy as a car crash
Noone's watching my ass
Energy and red pricks
Ecstasy's a cocktail stick
Do you wanna touch yet
Make my panties all wet
Important being elsewhere
Part of me just don't care
Wanna be a...
All I want's to get fucked
Leave children with their gran
Get a hot hard hairy man
Muscle man with bad breath
Underpants and brain death
All I wants a hot bath
Get pleasure where I can
Tits are getting wrinkled
Stomach like a winkle
Blotchy as a car crash
Noone's watching my ass
Energy and red pricks
Ecstasy's a cocktail stick
Do you wanna touch yet
Make my panties all wet
Important being elsewhere
Part of me just don't care
Wanna be a...
#funny
408 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
25th May 2018 9:07am
25th May 2018 9:07am
married to a mobile phone
Married to a mobile phone
It fucks me
In the ear
Married to a mobile phone
It sucks me
Of all my fear
Married to a mobile phone
It cucks me
Doesn't it dear?
Love is a digit
Virtual sex
Touch it and fidget
Erogenous texts
Married to a silicone impulse
Married to a piece of metal
Married to electric signals
I call her my intimate petal
Take her to bed
Keep her caressed
Whispers in solitude
Always acquiescent
I control the volume
She's never unpleasant
Married to a mobile phone ...
It fucks me
In the ear
Married to a mobile phone
It sucks me
Of all my fear
Married to a mobile phone
It cucks me
Doesn't it dear?
Love is a digit
Virtual sex
Touch it and fidget
Erogenous texts
Married to a silicone impulse
Married to a piece of metal
Married to electric signals
I call her my intimate petal
Take her to bed
Keep her caressed
Whispers in solitude
Always acquiescent
I control the volume
She's never unpleasant
Married to a mobile phone ...
#relationships
471 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Aug 2016 11:58am
30th Aug 2016 11:58am
oyster pink dragon
It's good that the force
which drives my hard cock
occasionally abates and allows
my virulent and bootless passion
to ameliorate and lessen for a time
It's good that I sometimes feel soft
and free and have no throbbing burden
of an erection to contend with and appease
by putting my hand down my pants
and having to masturbate myself like crazy
every time I awake
It's good that the images
of your nipples and curves
and the living pulses
of the oyster pink dragon between your legs
sometimes remain invisible...
which drives my hard cock
occasionally abates and allows
my virulent and bootless passion
to ameliorate and lessen for a time
It's good that I sometimes feel soft
and free and have no throbbing burden
of an erection to contend with and appease
by putting my hand down my pants
and having to masturbate myself like crazy
every time I awake
It's good that the images
of your nipples and curves
and the living pulses
of the oyster pink dragon between your legs
sometimes remain invisible...
767 reads
5 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
1st Jun 2013 2:35pm
1st Jun 2013 2:35pm
vodka
vodka is my heroin
makes me smooth and loose and balmy
brings me tears of integration
on it I am cool and charming
vodka loves me through the night
the longest night the coldest mourning
fixes me - improves my sight
vodka makes me hard and horny
vodka is my den of vice
my winning way my drug of choice
vodka is my god and kick
vodka is my lover brother
guru mate my inner voice
makes me warmer than my chick
can’t let go I can’t come off it
I’m a hero when I’m on its
rocket fuel the buzz etcetera
vodka is...
makes me smooth and loose and balmy
brings me tears of integration
on it I am cool and charming
vodka loves me through the night
the longest night the coldest mourning
fixes me - improves my sight
vodka makes me hard and horny
vodka is my den of vice
my winning way my drug of choice
vodka is my god and kick
vodka is my lover brother
guru mate my inner voice
makes me warmer than my chick
can’t let go I can’t come off it
I’m a hero when I’m on its
rocket fuel the buzz etcetera
vodka is...
695 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Jun 2013 2:28pm
1st Jun 2013 2:28pm
Chrysalis
we used to somersault out of the hawthorn bush
onto an old mattress
me and lyndon ross
oblivious to the fact of getting scratched
to smithereens
pulling yourself against the absolute weight of a duff
through the canopy of vicious prickles
was a dive of honour
something more than childishness though
now I see the stake in games that children play
but ours was highly dangerous non-the-less
and that was only one example
believe me there’s a very long list of conker trees
we clambered up and fought against
but that intensity...
onto an old mattress
me and lyndon ross
oblivious to the fact of getting scratched
to smithereens
pulling yourself against the absolute weight of a duff
through the canopy of vicious prickles
was a dive of honour
something more than childishness though
now I see the stake in games that children play
but ours was highly dangerous non-the-less
and that was only one example
believe me there’s a very long list of conker trees
we clambered up and fought against
but that intensity...
815 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Feb 2013 4:56am
17th Feb 2013 4:56am
underground eyes
underground eyes
viagra blue
distance envy
world gone gob
now receding
like a fetish
into memory stick dullness
the lavender supposition of lust
manufactured in ambiguity
the lick of a click
how i love your love your tongue
your indelible hits the frozen breath
formed by those punctured lungs
of pomegranate
your skinny arse all wrapped in silk
the most bizantine nose on the planet
get off your horse and drink your milk
you rock me fucked up soul bandit
with your motley thighs
your well worn hassock
your go to bed...
viagra blue
distance envy
world gone gob
now receding
like a fetish
into memory stick dullness
the lavender supposition of lust
manufactured in ambiguity
the lick of a click
how i love your love your tongue
your indelible hits the frozen breath
formed by those punctured lungs
of pomegranate
your skinny arse all wrapped in silk
the most bizantine nose on the planet
get off your horse and drink your milk
you rock me fucked up soul bandit
with your motley thighs
your well worn hassock
your go to bed...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2012 2:16pm
3rd Aug 2012 2:16pm
Not my jesus.
That’s not my jesus
Beating up women
That’s not my journalist
Telling fat lies
That’s not my Lord and master
Flatulent grinning
With his stolen watch
And his pig riddled eyes
Jesus loved Mary Magdalene
She was a prostitute
The old men ‘of less truth than tongue’ keep forgetting this
As they bring their law suits
Oops – yeah we’re supposed
To be establishing the son of God’s throne
Wish he hadn’t said he who is without sin
Should cast the first stone
That’s not my jesus
Polluting mexico bay
That’s not my...
Beating up women
That’s not my journalist
Telling fat lies
That’s not my Lord and master
Flatulent grinning
With his stolen watch
And his pig riddled eyes
Jesus loved Mary Magdalene
She was a prostitute
The old men ‘of less truth than tongue’ keep forgetting this
As they bring their law suits
Oops – yeah we’re supposed
To be establishing the son of God’s throne
Wish he hadn’t said he who is without sin
Should cast the first stone
That’s not my jesus
Polluting mexico bay
That’s not my...
684 reads
0 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
31st Jul 2012 10:15pm
31st Jul 2012 10:15pm
I'm Pussy Riot
Crack my tongue trip
Epiglottal
You can’t cut my hair
With hatchets
For I come by force
Of pen
I am virgin like the river
I am running
Weaving
Dancing
Like the artist as a woman
I’m an idea
Which hews the canyon
I’m a truth
Whose time has come
Hold me back
On the ride King Cnut
With my feminine tidal waves
I shall wash
Your tinpot dirt off
The stream of history
Will revise your dictatorial days
The world has changed
You can’t control it
You can’t squash
My soft woolly mask
I’m an...
Epiglottal
You can’t cut my hair
With hatchets
For I come by force
Of pen
I am virgin like the river
I am running
Weaving
Dancing
Like the artist as a woman
I’m an idea
Which hews the canyon
I’m a truth
Whose time has come
Hold me back
On the ride King Cnut
With my feminine tidal waves
I shall wash
Your tinpot dirt off
The stream of history
Will revise your dictatorial days
The world has changed
You can’t control it
You can’t squash
My soft woolly mask
I’m an...
789 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
25th Jul 2012 9:15pm
25th Jul 2012 9:15pm
One more prick
One more cigarette
One more look
One more pirouette
And I’ll have had enough
Just one word
I’ll only be a sec
And another then a third
‘til we are ill met
One more taste
One touch - One go
A last little look
And I’ll never ask for more
One more spike
One snort - One slurp
That’ll be sufficient
‘Cos the drugs do work
One more chomp
And another little kiss
One more stomp
Just another little bit
One more image
Thought becomes desire
A fiddle and a grope
While the city’s on...
One more look
One more pirouette
And I’ll have had enough
Just one word
I’ll only be a sec
And another then a third
‘til we are ill met
One more taste
One touch - One go
A last little look
And I’ll never ask for more
One more spike
One snort - One slurp
That’ll be sufficient
‘Cos the drugs do work
One more chomp
And another little kiss
One more stomp
Just another little bit
One more image
Thought becomes desire
A fiddle and a grope
While the city’s on...
833 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Jul 2012 6:51pm
14th Jul 2012 6:51pm
humidity
I love your rainy
Drenchen wetness
Soaking through me
To the bone the blood the marrow
The nerve ends sending signals
To stand my stalks of flesh on end
You are the shower
The persistent downpour
You are the flashflood
The tempest the storm
You are the lightning
Who strikes me like Thor
I’m longing to hide in the sanctuary
Between your sheets
Your whiplash crack your fork
Counting the seconds
From thunderous torrents
To vivid screams of electric relief
I am the rod
That you trace to the earth...
Drenchen wetness
Soaking through me
To the bone the blood the marrow
The nerve ends sending signals
To stand my stalks of flesh on end
You are the shower
The persistent downpour
You are the flashflood
The tempest the storm
You are the lightning
Who strikes me like Thor
I’m longing to hide in the sanctuary
Between your sheets
Your whiplash crack your fork
Counting the seconds
From thunderous torrents
To vivid screams of electric relief
I am the rod
That you trace to the earth...
1697 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Jul 2012 12:42pm
14th Jul 2012 12:42pm
torch
I’m driving downhill
there’s a woman on the gas
covered in blood
I don’t know who she is
but I could take a guess
guinevere
there - I guessed
I bundle her into a cellar
where launcelot is already waiting
tied to a chair
like the space shuttle to its rocket
the cellar is amorphous
cavelike
expanding and contracting in the swaying wafts
which flicker and leap repulsive walls
as I torch the guy
it’s very simple
he’s imolated like fluff on grease
then I shoot the mute lady just in case she’d ever lived...
there’s a woman on the gas
covered in blood
I don’t know who she is
but I could take a guess
guinevere
there - I guessed
I bundle her into a cellar
where launcelot is already waiting
tied to a chair
like the space shuttle to its rocket
the cellar is amorphous
cavelike
expanding and contracting in the swaying wafts
which flicker and leap repulsive walls
as I torch the guy
it’s very simple
he’s imolated like fluff on grease
then I shoot the mute lady just in case she’d ever lived...
758 reads
0 Comments
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