Submissions by saikpunk
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am new, and trying to learn. any advice would be deeply appreciated.
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Feb 2013 3:21pm
26th Feb 2013 3:21pm
The Virgin’s Swan Song
Fuck me, fuck me”
Alternating between whispered pleas and shrill shrieks
Small hands of a lady
Grope my pornographic parts
Whoring for the forbidden in a manner
Not so ladylike now.
I see tears of desperation in her eyes
Desperation for getting rid of the hymen
Forced inside her cunt
By mother’s deceitful whispers
And Father’s scary bloodshot eyes.
So she now begs a stranger to bestow justice upon her.
Begs me to tear the chains away,
Begs me to go hard
As she sees the plaster from walls of the room
Break and fall off...
Alternating between whispered pleas and shrill shrieks
Small hands of a lady
Grope my pornographic parts
Whoring for the forbidden in a manner
Not so ladylike now.
I see tears of desperation in her eyes
Desperation for getting rid of the hymen
Forced inside her cunt
By mother’s deceitful whispers
And Father’s scary bloodshot eyes.
So she now begs a stranger to bestow justice upon her.
Begs me to tear the chains away,
Begs me to go hard
As she sees the plaster from walls of the room
Break and fall off...
763 reads
3 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
2nd Nov 2012 8:56am
2nd Nov 2012 8:56am
SHE
In my solitude I have found answers to questions I've asked subconsciously. I have seen beauty in its most pristine form. I have been able to look beyond the glass fogged by the filth of the society and feel peace. I have felt the beckoning of the universe seen its glory. In solitude I have felt the night breathe and whisper like a living being and felt helpless as I let her beauty overwhelm me. In her darkness I have bathed, in her womb I have been reborn. When the lights of the society go out, the night lights up in real beauty. It glows pregnant with mysteries and expectation of the...
768 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2012 1:09pm
22nd Oct 2012 1:09pm
I cry to your ghost
They tell me your soul burns in hell
But if you don’t have someone like me to tell
Where would your tired body rest?
And who would be with you to the best
Days of your new life
Home sweet home, man and his wife
I’ll take away all that’s evil baby
From your crooked existence maybe.
And since now you are forever mine
Your dark will be overshadowed by my purity divine.
I’ll hold your corpse in my arms
And let you live your death by my terms.
Did you think you could get away?
Leave me all alone to stay?
I can’t let you go, you see,...
But if you don’t have someone like me to tell
Where would your tired body rest?
And who would be with you to the best
Days of your new life
Home sweet home, man and his wife
I’ll take away all that’s evil baby
From your crooked existence maybe.
And since now you are forever mine
Your dark will be overshadowed by my purity divine.
I’ll hold your corpse in my arms
And let you live your death by my terms.
Did you think you could get away?
Leave me all alone to stay?
I can’t let you go, you see,...
702 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
29th Sep 2012 5:40pm
29th Sep 2012 5:40pm
The magic of mushrooms
And then when it started about half an hour later,
We are all shining bright, our existence just greater.
Like our childhood, when the world was full of delight.
We could be birds on a flight,
Or just dance round and round under the fan
No questions like why? No notion of when.
Outside, the trees, few, had turned again
To forests wild and large, that once had been.
(And the night sky was full of dreams), of slow shooting stars and a shiny train,
The kind of dreams that the human race had never seen.
And then I left the rest and got on the...
We are all shining bright, our existence just greater.
Like our childhood, when the world was full of delight.
We could be birds on a flight,
Or just dance round and round under the fan
No questions like why? No notion of when.
Outside, the trees, few, had turned again
To forests wild and large, that once had been.
(And the night sky was full of dreams), of slow shooting stars and a shiny train,
The kind of dreams that the human race had never seen.
And then I left the rest and got on the...
804 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Sep 2012 4:23pm
20th Sep 2012 4:23pm
The beginning of something wonderful
she walks with me on jammed roads and rain
past parked cars and vehicles rambling in vain
same old places, same faces, the same sunshine
all over again. I complain, she likes them fine
the beginning of something wonderful.
she turns her head behind in odd angles
as she walks in front of me. in her hairs’ tangles
i get lost. She smiles and moves ahead
i keep up, lost in her smile and the music in my head
the beginning of something wonderful.
i try to be brave and look steady into her eyes
the evening turns them its color, brown like the...
past parked cars and vehicles rambling in vain
same old places, same faces, the same sunshine
all over again. I complain, she likes them fine
the beginning of something wonderful.
she turns her head behind in odd angles
as she walks in front of me. in her hairs’ tangles
i get lost. She smiles and moves ahead
i keep up, lost in her smile and the music in my head
the beginning of something wonderful.
i try to be brave and look steady into her eyes
the evening turns them its color, brown like the...
787 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Sep 2012 8:20am
6th Sep 2012 8:20am
The end of an imposter superhero (and a hope)
i hold out to you, my hands stretch 30 meters,
it hurts, my super power diminishes by the second, i feel faded
in the darkness of the light i lay awake waiting for death to come.
black and white rainbows through the window, rise
above pools filled of blood and spit and cum.
the midnight sun burns my skin as i peek out of the door, in hope
of finding comfort form the terrible bloodletting i inflict on myself,
hope drips out from my wounds, falling in drops of beautiful four letter words
leaving behind two consonants and two verbs to fill up my arteries...
it hurts, my super power diminishes by the second, i feel faded
in the darkness of the light i lay awake waiting for death to come.
black and white rainbows through the window, rise
above pools filled of blood and spit and cum.
the midnight sun burns my skin as i peek out of the door, in hope
of finding comfort form the terrible bloodletting i inflict on myself,
hope drips out from my wounds, falling in drops of beautiful four letter words
leaving behind two consonants and two verbs to fill up my arteries...
825 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Mar 2012 8:45pm
16th Mar 2012 8:45pm
everything goes away in the end
my memories splatter on my window,
in drops of rain they cry, as i look away,
and as the drops climb down the glass, so do tears
smudging up the grey visions of the past
the rain is falling but its never wet,
its always hot but its never warm
like cold lava, i am turning into rocks
so indifferent, so hard
my tears run like backwaters now, momentary relapses of the past,
merging in consummation into the river of daily oblivion
in drops of rain they cry, as i look away,
and as the drops climb down the glass, so do tears
smudging up the grey visions of the past
the rain is falling but its never wet,
its always hot but its never warm
like cold lava, i am turning into rocks
so indifferent, so hard
my tears run like backwaters now, momentary relapses of the past,
merging in consummation into the river of daily oblivion
657 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
4th Feb 2012 9:26pm
4th Feb 2012 9:26pm
my darkest conceptions
the complicacy of existence, the eternal drama, subsists on the horizontal plane. the vertical is the purer plane, dominant and just. as the vertical altitude increases, the existence fades taking away with itself the filth of complicacy, which happens to be existence's conjoined twin. eternal peace is the zenith at which the existence finally flickers out like fire without air, with it go weakness and arrogance, which are the very essence of existence. left only is the sweetest velvety black of nothingness. there are clashes in existece, in nothingness there is just static, and tranquil,...
716 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Feb 2012 9:22pm
4th Feb 2012 9:22pm
Touch
her naked body writhes like the strike of a match,
while she sheds her shame, like the last piece of cloth on her silky body;
and embraces her imperfection.
the coldness of fingers burns in the warmth of the touch,
and her soul glows,
as a sickly sweet pain brightens her entire existence.
the fire intensifies, on command Of a Goddess within her
who waits for the moment
when the fire can shamelessly devour her, as the flames
rise higher till they reach the gates of Heaven.
while she sheds her shame, like the last piece of cloth on her silky body;
and embraces her imperfection.
the coldness of fingers burns in the warmth of the touch,
and her soul glows,
as a sickly sweet pain brightens her entire existence.
the fire intensifies, on command Of a Goddess within her
who waits for the moment
when the fire can shamelessly devour her, as the flames
rise higher till they reach the gates of Heaven.
993 reads
8 Comments
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