Submissions by xtremcyber
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
27th Feb 2017 6:07am
27th Feb 2017 6:07am
A Vampire Story
The hour is upon you....
An old harp gloomy notes
sounds into the night...
moon's getting darker....
Its darker side.
I'm wearing black...
and the God of the winds
rocks my enraged hair....
where does it come from....
Obscure notes In crescendo can be heard...
Miseries, frustration and penalties,
are being bleed...
I close my fingers, no strength...
Black burning candles
around my bed
and a red one burning my
guts and brains....
Disastrous sensations,
open chest
Fire of thousand daggers ...
An old harp gloomy notes
sounds into the night...
moon's getting darker....
Its darker side.
I'm wearing black...
and the God of the winds
rocks my enraged hair....
where does it come from....
Obscure notes In crescendo can be heard...
Miseries, frustration and penalties,
are being bleed...
I close my fingers, no strength...
Black burning candles
around my bed
and a red one burning my
guts and brains....
Disastrous sensations,
open chest
Fire of thousand daggers ...
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Feb 2017 5:59am
27th Feb 2017 5:59am
What a sadness
Relegated in the intellectual desert of my closest acquaintanceship, I falter.
The cry of their silence is constantly pounding my temples, frustrating is the feeling.
The genetic closeness only mitigates to a certain extent that despair.
I can't, in fact, I refuse to accept the infamous reality of disdain and apathy towards the intellectual enrichment of any opinion.
What a sadness ... a voice drowned in murmur of the irrelevant and trivial, of the hypocritical-religious, of the vain and futile, and most depressing: in the pseudo political environment that never...
The cry of their silence is constantly pounding my temples, frustrating is the feeling.
The genetic closeness only mitigates to a certain extent that despair.
I can't, in fact, I refuse to accept the infamous reality of disdain and apathy towards the intellectual enrichment of any opinion.
What a sadness ... a voice drowned in murmur of the irrelevant and trivial, of the hypocritical-religious, of the vain and futile, and most depressing: in the pseudo political environment that never...
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Apr 2016 10:56pm
19th Apr 2016 10:56pm
Prowl to Prey (1st part)
Can't help myself but look at you with eyes from a distant past...
Green ocean, pine breeze...
ah..! that morning mist...
I didn't say anything to you,
but it did frighten me..
those sounds...
the sounds of those lost souls...
every night louder,
every dawn daunting...
I shouldn't fear...
for I am the prowler...
yet...there it is...
That dreadful fear...
we couldn't wait for shelter...
It wasn't for dread of the sun...
but guilt of what we've done...
You, stalking and chasing,
death game at its finest..me, waiting for that...
Green ocean, pine breeze...
ah..! that morning mist...
I didn't say anything to you,
but it did frighten me..
those sounds...
the sounds of those lost souls...
every night louder,
every dawn daunting...
I shouldn't fear...
for I am the prowler...
yet...there it is...
That dreadful fear...
we couldn't wait for shelter...
It wasn't for dread of the sun...
but guilt of what we've done...
You, stalking and chasing,
death game at its finest..me, waiting for that...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Apr 2016 10:53pm
19th Apr 2016 10:53pm
Mental
I could undress you with my words and do love within our thoughts....shhh say nothing.. .. close your eyes...command the senses to perceive our souls embrace...feel the breeze touch your skin...it crawls slowly around those pleasure hills...sucking your breath along the way...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Mar 2016 6:03am
27th Mar 2016 6:03am
The Pub....is
I just wanna make love to my girl's notepad...
the white surface surrenders
to my pen.....is exciting...!
hills and valleys....
Mysterious grottos..
hidden treasures
which brings expected pleasures....
Suddenly, the Pub ...is
exploding on cheers...
youngsters,
as always,
drinking on Saturday night...
Same as I 😀
Such love for a beer...
my brain stumbles,
where was I...ah !
with you my dear...
my pen, notepad and my ink,
Coming together in a pleasurable swing...
Today I'm free to write what I please......
the white surface surrenders
to my pen.....is exciting...!
hills and valleys....
Mysterious grottos..
hidden treasures
which brings expected pleasures....
Suddenly, the Pub ...is
exploding on cheers...
youngsters,
as always,
drinking on Saturday night...
Same as I 😀
Such love for a beer...
my brain stumbles,
where was I...ah !
with you my dear...
my pen, notepad and my ink,
Coming together in a pleasurable swing...
Today I'm free to write what I please......
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EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2013 6:24am
2nd Sep 2013 6:24am
What's life without its pleasures !!
Joint me, lets be one, just for a brief moment in time.
And when years pass-by,
You'll remember what was like;
My tongue surfing vaginal seas,
wave after wave heading to that clit.
Tremors rumble, steam arise,
fire in between,
rivers of pleasure splash my chin.
Subtle moan calls for more...
Don't worry sugar...let's meet first...
then intercourse .
And when years pass-by,
You'll remember what was like;
My tongue surfing vaginal seas,
wave after wave heading to that clit.
Tremors rumble, steam arise,
fire in between,
rivers of pleasure splash my chin.
Subtle moan calls for more...
Don't worry sugar...let's meet first...
then intercourse .
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Apr 2013 8:40am
28th Apr 2013 8:40am
Nobody
My feelings scramble looking for you
digging and searching with a little bit of despair.
I know you were in there.
Fainting knowledge that in some point in time,
relevance was almost all yours...
What happened? I will give a dime...
So I look at you....stunning as always,
sunshine within your smile,
those twin peaks of raging fire...
(ah!! still feel the burn on my lips...)
But...that's all there is...
no more wango tango,
no more chills...
a cheeseburger scores higher
in my list....but hey !!...
I'm writing this for you.......
digging and searching with a little bit of despair.
I know you were in there.
Fainting knowledge that in some point in time,
relevance was almost all yours...
What happened? I will give a dime...
So I look at you....stunning as always,
sunshine within your smile,
those twin peaks of raging fire...
(ah!! still feel the burn on my lips...)
But...that's all there is...
no more wango tango,
no more chills...
a cheeseburger scores higher
in my list....but hey !!...
I'm writing this for you.......
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Apr 2013 8:42am
9th Apr 2013 8:42am
Swing Between
There you were,
walking the memorized and desperate path of hopelessness,
dragging your feet under the scorching sun,
cup on hand as accessory
and your beauty as temporary souvenir.
What's the story behind that smile...
what's the catch...
red flag here, but...
as a human being,
the tragedy matters,
not the vile....
Why the waste?
Why the haste?
to become,
just another case.
.
walking the memorized and desperate path of hopelessness,
dragging your feet under the scorching sun,
cup on hand as accessory
and your beauty as temporary souvenir.
What's the story behind that smile...
what's the catch...
red flag here, but...
as a human being,
the tragedy matters,
not the vile....
Why the waste?
Why the haste?
to become,
just another case.
.
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Apr 2013 8:27am
9th Apr 2013 8:27am
Those Eyes....!
Like a storm in high seas,
where nothing can hide,
and everybody trembles at it's sight...
that's the effect of those eyes.
Cyclone of emotion,feeling,passion...
A relentlessly whirpool accion...
Sucks me in, grabs me tight...
I let go, it does feel right.
Oh those eyes !!, what they are?
Reflection of the soul, someone said....
windows to the inner self, another stated,
conduit to a dimension deep into your heart,
my opinion is that.
Who am I to fight?
Who am I to deny.....
the magnetism of your eyes....
.
where nothing can hide,
and everybody trembles at it's sight...
that's the effect of those eyes.
Cyclone of emotion,feeling,passion...
A relentlessly whirpool accion...
Sucks me in, grabs me tight...
I let go, it does feel right.
Oh those eyes !!, what they are?
Reflection of the soul, someone said....
windows to the inner self, another stated,
conduit to a dimension deep into your heart,
my opinion is that.
Who am I to fight?
Who am I to deny.....
the magnetism of your eyes....
.
636 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Mar 2013 3:30am
26th Mar 2013 3:30am
Dreamer
Am I?
Are you?
Are they?
Aren't we all?
A better world to live at,
as a teenager my dream was that.
But now,with the years passing by,
reality sets standards for me to untie...
Dreams are made out of hopes,wishes and desires,
utopic universe,in which we are masters and acquirers,
Actors,Doctors, Fireman, or few others pherhaps...
Not to dream is to die in the arms of the complacency,
leading to the inevitability of a self-impossed destiny.
We all're born winners, but only few claim the prize
Are you?
Are they?
Aren't we all?
A better world to live at,
as a teenager my dream was that.
But now,with the years passing by,
reality sets standards for me to untie...
Dreams are made out of hopes,wishes and desires,
utopic universe,in which we are masters and acquirers,
Actors,Doctors, Fireman, or few others pherhaps...
Not to dream is to die in the arms of the complacency,
leading to the inevitability of a self-impossed destiny.
We all're born winners, but only few claim the prize
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Mar 2013 3:25am
26th Mar 2013 3:25am
Energy
Energy...we are hungry for it,
we cheat for it...for it we fight,
we kill for it....for it we die...
Wars are being fought,
and with them ,rivers of blood.
The end justifies the means,
our politics love to say...or...
is it the Corporations pulling the strings?
The truth...
at least for electricity,
fossil fuel use....
is a futility.
A self-regenerative system is the clue.
we cheat for it...for it we fight,
we kill for it....for it we die...
Wars are being fought,
and with them ,rivers of blood.
The end justifies the means,
our politics love to say...or...
is it the Corporations pulling the strings?
The truth...
at least for electricity,
fossil fuel use....
is a futility.
A self-regenerative system is the clue.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Mar 2013 6:49am
21st Mar 2013 6:49am
Full Moon
The howling ripped through the night,
like a swift sharp knife...
I woke up....I'm alive...
... what heck was that !!
She was so real, frightening...
and yet...and yet....
glowing eyes looked at me...
with obvious desires,
spear nails grabbed my shoulders,
misty breath surrounded my face...
my strength weakened...muscles were sore...
trying to freed my self...futile...
I just couldn't resist...
it was so intoxicating...
She was so real,terrifying...
and yet....an yet...
so beautiful...so stunning...
golden strings tickle my...
like a swift sharp knife...
I woke up....I'm alive...
... what heck was that !!
She was so real, frightening...
and yet...and yet....
glowing eyes looked at me...
with obvious desires,
spear nails grabbed my shoulders,
misty breath surrounded my face...
my strength weakened...muscles were sore...
trying to freed my self...futile...
I just couldn't resist...
it was so intoxicating...
She was so real,terrifying...
and yet....an yet...
so beautiful...so stunning...
golden strings tickle my...
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