Submissions by wicked
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Sep 2015 00:58am
19th Sep 2015 00:58am
Masochist
Slave, misbehave. Punishment given where punishment is due. Shrew, this pleasure will kill you. Enough is never the end. So again, we begin. Grin, give into sin. Perversions of humiliation. Degradation in forms of public masterbation. You love it rough. Solitude was never enough. A sexual junkie. Like a drug, addiction has set in. Masochist! Suck my cock! Pinned up in a room, tied up in a knot! Masochist! Bound in cuffs! Slapped in the face, your about to get fucked! Masochist! Every hole will be plugged! I wont stop, I want to see blood!
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Aug 2015 1:31am
21st Aug 2015 1:31am
She Is My Obsession
The construction of rage. Exploding emotions. Feelings evolving into action. Murder is committed. The ultimate commitment. It can never be broken. Unlike a sacred marriage. She could not committ, so I did. Just a whore. So why did I stay? bruising my ego, I could not get away. So I kneel next to an unmarked grave everyday and pray. Now I lay her down to sleep. I pray her soul, the Lord does not take, and until the day I die, she is mine. Obsessive compulsion started this devotion I can't fight. Over welling emotion. I wont give her up to god. I wont give her down to the devil. Atleast not...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Mar 2014 00:56am
28th Mar 2014 00:56am
religion/war
Paint the world red in your artistic ways. Show no mercy fill the fucking graves. Standing hand in hand with God, the messiah asisting the killing. A good honest man right hand held out high. Fulfilling your need for purgery, cadaver filled fields are your trophies caused by insecurity. Filthy and indecent, using prayer as your remedy. Condemned fiend, molevolent man kept safe by Jesus Christ. One life to live, five billion to take. Consumed by world wide consumption.
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Oct 2013 00:42am
26th Oct 2013 00:42am
The Most Beautiful Rose In The Garden
I stepped outside to see the rose. The first time I have seen true beauty. I picked the most beautiful rose from a garden full of blooms, all knowing it would die in time. I had to have the rose, to hold, to cherish. Every imperfection reveals its true uniqueness, standing alone against the ever changing perfection of the garden. I close my eyes and hold it tight in my hand. As it would my blood begins to drip from my palm, but my anger does not surface. It only recedes. My eyes open wide, and I no longer see the beauty of the garden. I only see the conformity. I reach for a shovel, and...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Apr 2013 6:56am
10th Apr 2013 6:56am
River of Glutton
Follow the romans and breed our own demise.
The sun is falling from the sky.
Love to hate and kill the loving.
The times are so goddamn foggy like a neuclear reaction inside our brains.
Everyone wants there 15 minutes.
Let the killing spree begin, befriend everyone we know and travel down the river of glutton.
A downward spiral into hell, our flesh will burn tenfold our desire to endulge.
Despite all the mochery, we still comit the debauchery.
To fulfill our lust for power, we devour everyone.
The sun is falling from the sky.
Love to hate and kill the loving.
The times are so goddamn foggy like a neuclear reaction inside our brains.
Everyone wants there 15 minutes.
Let the killing spree begin, befriend everyone we know and travel down the river of glutton.
A downward spiral into hell, our flesh will burn tenfold our desire to endulge.
Despite all the mochery, we still comit the debauchery.
To fulfill our lust for power, we devour everyone.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Apr 2013 00:05am
8th Apr 2013 00:05am
Translucent Addiction
High on fire. The smoke clears and my demons seam to just disappear. Submissive subtitle, disolving. Rust dust circles the nose, but its all there is when chained to the fucking ground. I paint my face like a fucking clown, hiding the insecurities filling inside of me. I am dying, this addiction is translucent. Run away, its never ok. I am dead. Dissect every part of my existance. Add up the
pieces to equal an absolute zero. Look deep to find the hero-in me, you will find it underneath everything that has died inside of me. Translucent addiction, translucent dissection, translucent...
pieces to equal an absolute zero. Look deep to find the hero-in me, you will find it underneath everything that has died inside of me. Translucent addiction, translucent dissection, translucent...
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