HoneyLove
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:05pm
Yesterday 8:05pm
Vodoo Dolly
I'm your cute vodoo doll?
Why because I like a prick?
Get your mind out of the gutter,
If you're thinkin like a rhymer.
I could've meant a prick of life,
Of love, of pleasurable pain.
Perhaps a little too masochistic?
Prick me baby, prick me again
And let me do your dirty work.
Was that blonde, a bitch to you ?
Served you cold black coffee?
Smiled, as you said "Thank You"
If you prick me in the hand
Let's watch how she screams
Her tray crashes to the floor
Now mop up your spilt cream
We...
Why because I like a prick?
Get your mind out of the gutter,
If you're thinkin like a rhymer.
I could've meant a prick of life,
Of love, of pleasurable pain.
Perhaps a little too masochistic?
Prick me baby, prick me again
And let me do your dirty work.
Was that blonde, a bitch to you ?
Served you cold black coffee?
Smiled, as you said "Thank You"
If you prick me in the hand
Let's watch how she screams
Her tray crashes to the floor
Now mop up your spilt cream
We...
#dark
#sex
#erotic
#lover
#dirty
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4 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:36pm
Yesterday 4:36pm
Box Of A Cello
To the silence of it all, echoing memories
through the willows and trees
along the thistles of the Susquehanna
of death's moonlight in your eyes
whispering oboes
as you grew pale and I died with you
with chained melodies of love
tucked away in my portmanteau
of my gothic lunch and your tarnished flesh
with lusting palpitations in the twilight
star bright, eternal life
with a mahogany string-box of a cello
and amorous proclivities of my shining
rolling tides along the byways
whittling the night away
...
through the willows and trees
along the thistles of the Susquehanna
of death's moonlight in your eyes
whispering oboes
as you grew pale and I died with you
with chained melodies of love
tucked away in my portmanteau
of my gothic lunch and your tarnished flesh
with lusting palpitations in the twilight
star bright, eternal life
with a mahogany string-box of a cello
and amorous proclivities of my shining
rolling tides along the byways
whittling the night away
...
#dark
19 reads
5 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:21pm
Yesterday 4:21pm
Best Fauntleroy
Particles of death lay beneath stone, of gristle and marrow. Chiseled with,
reference to. In my slippery state of being bones. Wishing I wasn't alone.
Two percent bleach, with a bottle of Red. Butterflies between my teeth
with a condiment of being Dead. Dressed in my best Fauntleroy, with the
devil in my phone. Connecting me to my widow, beneath another stone.
reference to. In my slippery state of being bones. Wishing I wasn't alone.
Two percent bleach, with a bottle of Red. Butterflies between my teeth
with a condiment of being Dead. Dressed in my best Fauntleroy, with the
devil in my phone. Connecting me to my widow, beneath another stone.
#loneliness
#dark
#erotic
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3 Comments
Brynn
SweetnSimple
SweetnSimple
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:01am
Yesterday 2:01am
Return of The Deviant
Hi everyone, just wanted to say thank you again for all of your support last month. I'm back and well again!
Last month was definitely a hard time for me and as usual I'm glad that it's passed. Like I said before, prolonged psychosis is never nice and it's treated me like a prisoner.
If anyone else is suffering from psychosis or has dealt with it in the past, I'm here if you want to talk about it. You've supported me and I wanna do the same.
And now that I'm back, I guess I should tell you I got myself a gift recently! But I'll only tell you if you...
Last month was definitely a hard time for me and as usual I'm glad that it's passed. Like I said before, prolonged psychosis is never nice and it's treated me like a prisoner.
If anyone else is suffering from psychosis or has dealt with it in the past, I'm here if you want to talk about it. You've supported me and I wanna do the same.
And now that I'm back, I guess I should tell you I got myself a gift recently! But I'll only tell you if you...
#lust
#dark
#myself #SelfDiscovery
#myself #SelfDiscovery
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adagio
Poem Published
26th Sep 2020 11:33pm
26th Sep 2020 11:33pm
The Times- Picayune
Lo and behold the splinter of night
from the elbow of my shrunken mind
festering decay as I whup the thunder
of erotica's enamel and swollen gums
dripping semen from poetic ovaries
falling down the well, echoing
woven in my shakes of Hell
lo and behold the splinter of night
jumping the queen of dark's Shiloh
from The Times- Picayune, 1862
from the elbow of my shrunken mind
festering decay as I whup the thunder
of erotica's enamel and swollen gums
dripping semen from poetic ovaries
falling down the well, echoing
woven in my shakes of Hell
lo and behold the splinter of night
jumping the queen of dark's Shiloh
from The Times- Picayune, 1862
#dark
#erotic
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adagio
Poem Published
26th Sep 2020 11:19pm
26th Sep 2020 11:19pm
Ghostly Burlesque
Coming a whisper in shadow's arabesque. With a falsetto in a ghostly Burlesque, of shakers and dervishes. Fermenting my epitaph. Poured
From a beaker's vat. On a bier of granite stone, of my weeping bones.
Through the eyes of a gothic glider, with ravens tarnishing my sorrows.
And Old Nick tapping, with a hickory cane. Coming a whisper in shadow's Arabesque. With a falsetto in a ghostly burlesque, of shakers and dervishes.
From a beaker's vat. On a bier of granite stone, of my weeping bones.
Through the eyes of a gothic glider, with ravens tarnishing my sorrows.
And Old Nick tapping, with a hickory cane. Coming a whisper in shadow's Arabesque. With a falsetto in a ghostly burlesque, of shakers and dervishes.
#dark
#ghosts
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HoneyLove
Poem Published
26th Sep 2020 9:04pm
26th Sep 2020 9:04pm
My Bloody Bath
#dark
#erotic
#rhyming #orgasm
#rhyming #orgasm
84 reads
4 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
26th Sep 2020 3:26pm
26th Sep 2020 3:26pm
Barren Lands
Slowly the curtain comes down, dark rises
over catacombs and ossuaries of bones
regurgitating the dialysis of my death
and my intravenous dry martini
awakening a moth of my piercing scream
as the tallow drips my impending journey
across the barren lands of COVID-19.
over catacombs and ossuaries of bones
regurgitating the dialysis of my death
and my intravenous dry martini
awakening a moth of my piercing scream
as the tallow drips my impending journey
across the barren lands of COVID-19.
#dark
24 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
26th Sep 2020 3:18pm
26th Sep 2020 3:18pm
A Fragrant Scent
A fragrant scent of death calling
floating above the sheets
like a silken-winged moth
burning with desires
pouring over me with a reminder
with eyes fixed upon my breath
of cyanide and almonds
dripping into night's oblivion
a fragrant scent of death calling.
floating above the sheets
like a silken-winged moth
burning with desires
pouring over me with a reminder
with eyes fixed upon my breath
of cyanide and almonds
dripping into night's oblivion
a fragrant scent of death calling.
#dark
#gothic
#philosophical
21 reads
4 Comments
HoneyLove
Poem Published
26th Sep 2020 1:11pm
26th Sep 2020 1:11pm
Tangled Web
My heart was caught
In my spiders web
Bound and trapped
By my silvery thread
For had I not chosen
To spin this sticky mess
To find myself caught
Causing my own distress
The more I struggled
The tighter the cords
My foolproof web
A double edged sword
Tighter and tighter
Till I gasped for air
Hung by my hands
In my own death lair
In my spiders web
Bound and trapped
By my silvery thread
For had I not chosen
To spin this sticky mess
To find myself caught
Causing my own distress
The more I struggled
The tighter the cords
My foolproof web
A double edged sword
Tighter and tighter
Till I gasped for air
Hung by my hands
In my own death lair
#dark
#rhyming
#lover #temptation
#lover #temptation
54 reads
9 Comments
TheGiftedOne
Poem Published
26th Sep 2020 1:40am
26th Sep 2020 1:40am
Beneath the Surface
Feelings that run deep within.
They escape from under my skin.
Flooding out the laceration instead.
The blood runs red.
It drips off of my knee.
I feel like it's marking me.
Copious amounts rapidly gush.
My body senses the rush.
The wound won't mend.
My pain will not end.
Agony in my screams.
Nothing is what it seems.
Medicine isn't giving me repose.
Don't bother giving me another dose.
They escape from under my skin.
Flooding out the laceration instead.
The blood runs red.
It drips off of my knee.
I feel like it's marking me.
Copious amounts rapidly gush.
My body senses the rush.
The wound won't mend.
My pain will not end.
Agony in my screams.
Nothing is what it seems.
Medicine isn't giving me repose.
Don't bother giving me another dose.
#anxiety
#dark
#confusion
#despair
#fear
28 reads
2 Comments
AndreasWicked
Le serpent
Le serpent
Poem Published
25th Sep 2020 7:52pm
25th Sep 2020 7:52pm
The side effect of a mood swing
Invasion into your mouth
right up to the throat;
These gaggling sounds -
eloquence of your submission ;
Now, bend over and feel
the power of my attitude
towards you.
right up to the throat;
These gaggling sounds -
eloquence of your submission ;
Now, bend over and feel
the power of my attitude
towards you.
#dark
55 reads
1 Comment
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