Submissions by miss_masturbation (Ava Renei)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i hurt, therefore i am
DARK POEM
Published
9th Apr 2011 6:14pm
9th Apr 2011 6:14pm
horrorshow
Strands of humanity, pulling
Tugging , ripping,
Lugging
Heavy bodies
On my back
Like a sack
Full of treats
So the detritivores may feast
Tonight
What a sight!
Skin bloodied
And stretchy
Sketchy creatures
Aren't they?
Bathed in decay
From head
To toe
And the show
Will begin
With a bang.
4/7/11
Tugging , ripping,
Lugging
Heavy bodies
On my back
Like a sack
Full of treats
So the detritivores may feast
Tonight
What a sight!
Skin bloodied
And stretchy
Sketchy creatures
Aren't they?
Bathed in decay
From head
To toe
And the show
Will begin
With a bang.
4/7/11
850 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Apr 2011 6:14pm
9th Apr 2011 6:14pm
Indirect Martyr
I am at absolute zero
And
You are my beating heart,
Slowly growing white.
I am dead or dying
I don't know,
You decide.
There is a blank book
On that shelf,
Waiting to masticate the lies between thin black lines,
But it needs my right hand as a host
Because the relationship between the writer and the poem
Is the purest example of parasitism.
4//5/11
And
You are my beating heart,
Slowly growing white.
I am dead or dying
I don't know,
You decide.
There is a blank book
On that shelf,
Waiting to masticate the lies between thin black lines,
But it needs my right hand as a host
Because the relationship between the writer and the poem
Is the purest example of parasitism.
4//5/11
709 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2011 9:31pm
23rd Mar 2011 9:31pm
Purge Writing
I kept you at the back of my neck
Like a bird,
You picking the indecencies
From my shoulders.
You hid in my hair sometimes
(red like sodomy,
soft,
you suffocating)
You'd tell me what to say;
Nothing.
Because you know better than anyone
That I write better than I speak.
But now you're at the back of my throat
Spilling poetry like syrup into my gut
And I try not to gag.
Like a bird,
You picking the indecencies
From my shoulders.
You hid in my hair sometimes
(red like sodomy,
soft,
you suffocating)
You'd tell me what to say;
Nothing.
Because you know better than anyone
That I write better than I speak.
But now you're at the back of my throat
Spilling poetry like syrup into my gut
And I try not to gag.
939 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Mar 2011 7:34pm
21st Mar 2011 7:34pm
nevermind
I'm fucking sick
Of everything
Especially words;
They knot together in my mouth and I can't swallow
So I choke
He asks if I'm okay
. I want to pull as hard asI can until my face comes off
"Yeah im fine"..
And im on my knees again
Blocking any stupid noise
That might try and escape
And make itself into a paragraph
That would do nothing but
Float in between us
Like an awkward cloud
That must be filled with tear gas..
"that feels so good"..
yeah.
I just...
Of everything
Especially words;
They knot together in my mouth and I can't swallow
So I choke
He asks if I'm okay
. I want to pull as hard asI can until my face comes off
"Yeah im fine"..
And im on my knees again
Blocking any stupid noise
That might try and escape
And make itself into a paragraph
That would do nothing but
Float in between us
Like an awkward cloud
That must be filled with tear gas..
"that feels so good"..
yeah.
I just...
1217 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Mar 2011 8:25pm
17th Mar 2011 8:25pm
Filthy
Water comes from sheep
Cheap
And dirty
Flirty;
The whore
With the sore
In the corner
Of her mouth
Headin south
Goin down
She's gonna drown..
So
Fuck us
Kill us
Fill us with
A substance,
Baby
Maybe
We could fuck
With the right amount
Of whiskey
And luck.
Cheap
And dirty
Flirty;
The whore
With the sore
In the corner
Of her mouth
Headin south
Goin down
She's gonna drown..
So
Fuck us
Kill us
Fill us with
A substance,
Baby
Maybe
We could fuck
With the right amount
Of whiskey
And luck.
1206 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
17th Mar 2011 8:24pm
17th Mar 2011 8:24pm
Dry Booze
Nothing makes sense
So tense
Back breaks
Takes
The breath
To a definition of death;
(-noun. the act of dying; the end of life; the total and permanent cessation of all the vital functions of an organism )
Back on track
With what they lack-
Organs, bones
Tones
Of
Everything said
Is dead
Living
Dead
Living
Dead
Living
Dead!
.Final answer
Spinal cancer
Twisting
Wishing on a star
That's been dead for
Ten years
Of ringing ears
And psych meds
White sheet beds
Little white cup...
So tense
Back breaks
Takes
The breath
To a definition of death;
(-noun. the act of dying; the end of life; the total and permanent cessation of all the vital functions of an organism )
Back on track
With what they lack-
Organs, bones
Tones
Of
Everything said
Is dead
Living
Dead
Living
Dead
Living
Dead!
.Final answer
Spinal cancer
Twisting
Wishing on a star
That's been dead for
Ten years
Of ringing ears
And psych meds
White sheet beds
Little white cup...
826 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Mar 2011 4:10pm
16th Mar 2011 4:10pm
The Stuff for the Church
Corn causes drug use
Abuse
Like you've never felt
A bruise
On that part of your thigh
Where this skin is
Thin
Little bones
Collapsing under explosions
Of two or more
Things said to be sweet;
Beat the heart
Hearts beat
37 times per hour-
Sour coating
Released through noxious
Ventriclesinto
The seven stomachs
Of every personal demon
You hold
In the bag of yours;
Tell me when it fills you up
With everything that is obviously white
And already eight inches dead
Giving head
To the opiate gods....
Abuse
Like you've never felt
A bruise
On that part of your thigh
Where this skin is
Thin
Little bones
Collapsing under explosions
Of two or more
Things said to be sweet;
Beat the heart
Hearts beat
37 times per hour-
Sour coating
Released through noxious
Ventriclesinto
The seven stomachs
Of every personal demon
You hold
In the bag of yours;
Tell me when it fills you up
With everything that is obviously white
And already eight inches dead
Giving head
To the opiate gods....
960 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Mar 2011 10:10pm
1st Mar 2011 10:10pm
Cancer Cells
By the end of 2011 all cigarette boxes(in america) will depict disturbing images that should discourage people from smoking.
I could paste a little picture of my heart
On your little box of cigarettes
So you could see the cancer that waits inside
And know that it tastes like burnt flesh and dry anthrax.
With every one of your tokes I would burn starting at my toes
While my head is stuck in your stinking mouth
My body between two fingers like a bug
Captured and going limp.
It would be the first to ever make you vomit...
I could paste a little picture of my heart
On your little box of cigarettes
So you could see the cancer that waits inside
And know that it tastes like burnt flesh and dry anthrax.
With every one of your tokes I would burn starting at my toes
While my head is stuck in your stinking mouth
My body between two fingers like a bug
Captured and going limp.
It would be the first to ever make you vomit...
1128 reads
10 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
24th Feb 2011 2:21am
24th Feb 2011 2:21am
Nice Shot
Hey man,
Ever heard the definition
Of everything they said you could never see?
What's that between your fingers?
The dispositioned
Deity
Rolled up tight and warm
Reducing their false realisms
To ashes.
2/22/11
Ever heard the definition
Of everything they said you could never see?
What's that between your fingers?
The dispositioned
Deity
Rolled up tight and warm
Reducing their false realisms
To ashes.
2/22/11
1098 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Feb 2011 2:20am
24th Feb 2011 2:20am
handheldhell
Heart held hands
Or the other way around,
Hand held hearts
Bleeding through
Through bleeding
Bleeding
Through
Bleeding
Flesh
Bone:
Chilled
Chiseled
To your liking
Licking
Spills and
Pills
Morph
Into morphine
Drip
Drop
Rip
To shreds
Reds
Every shade
Fade
A façade-
A web of lies
Flies fussing
Buzzing
Boozing
Losing everything
And
Everyone sucks
Fucks
Dies
Cries
A river
A sliver of
Substance
Willing and
Killing
The child
Mild...
Or the other way around,
Hand held hearts
Bleeding through
Through bleeding
Bleeding
Through
Bleeding
Flesh
Bone:
Chilled
Chiseled
To your liking
Licking
Spills and
Pills
Morph
Into morphine
Drip
Drop
Rip
To shreds
Reds
Every shade
Fade
A façade-
A web of lies
Flies fussing
Buzzing
Boozing
Losing everything
And
Everyone sucks
Fucks
Dies
Cries
A river
A sliver of
Substance
Willing and
Killing
The child
Mild...
919 reads
4 Comments
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