Submissions by necronikki
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love writing its my passion, an i hope that some one can read an relate to em. :)
My Dead Love
the mangled bodies lie beneath me,
as i watch her face from with a distance,
she's my bride of death
the only soul i bleed.
i bite her flesh, but its decaying in my mouth,
i feel the maggots brush my tongue,
i see them falling out of her flesh
she's all that i want,
my dead love,
teasing me with all that could fall,
she'll fade away with time,
but i'll find another.
so cold as i place my fingers on her skin
like a porcelain doll
she looks as if she's in a deep sleep.
her beauty untouched of the years...
as i watch her face from with a distance,
she's my bride of death
the only soul i bleed.
i bite her flesh, but its decaying in my mouth,
i feel the maggots brush my tongue,
i see them falling out of her flesh
she's all that i want,
my dead love,
teasing me with all that could fall,
she'll fade away with time,
but i'll find another.
so cold as i place my fingers on her skin
like a porcelain doll
she looks as if she's in a deep sleep.
her beauty untouched of the years...
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her heaven
For a long minute
she sits there while it makes its course
through her veins an into her heart,
oh the rush,
what beauty it holds
freely falling into the darkest temptations
feeling higher than the clouds,
feeling heaven with a single touch
staggering through the house,
thinking she's walking straight...
feeling nothing but an embrace,
that hasn't even touched her.
illusions touching her mind,
an feelings she's never felt
but just like that the rush ends,
an she's in search for another
raging to feel more,
she...
she sits there while it makes its course
through her veins an into her heart,
oh the rush,
what beauty it holds
freely falling into the darkest temptations
feeling higher than the clouds,
feeling heaven with a single touch
staggering through the house,
thinking she's walking straight...
feeling nothing but an embrace,
that hasn't even touched her.
illusions touching her mind,
an feelings she's never felt
but just like that the rush ends,
an she's in search for another
raging to feel more,
she...
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Lost
You are a page to an unwritten story
you are the ink plasterd for the world to read.
You cry for your sanity,
but get nothing more than slience
you look at the stars,
but are truly searching for heaven.
You tear away at your own flesh,
only to make your bones bare
you feel nothing more than despair,
you claw for an escape,
but no one seems to care.
You find yourself alone,
but want company good or bad.
You want nothing more than to be accepted,
...
you are the ink plasterd for the world to read.
You cry for your sanity,
but get nothing more than slience
you look at the stars,
but are truly searching for heaven.
You tear away at your own flesh,
only to make your bones bare
you feel nothing more than despair,
you claw for an escape,
but no one seems to care.
You find yourself alone,
but want company good or bad.
You want nothing more than to be accepted,
...
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