Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2020 10:08pm
3rd Oct 2020 10:08pm
Sweet Tooth
He wanders through the black
Hauling along his back
A skin woven-ramshackle sac
Adorned with teeth and roots fully intact
Spattered in blood and unholy soil
Prowling under an ambiguous moon
For the stench of his spoil
Camouflaged amongst the crowd
Eyeballing candy that’s chowed
So many intestines waiting to be cowed
The eager are savored at the peak they're endowed
He grimaces a smirk at the thought of their flesh
The selfish are so much more delectable when fresh
His mouth illuminates the holes in his teeth
Jagged sharp...
Hauling along his back
A skin woven-ramshackle sac
Adorned with teeth and roots fully intact
Spattered in blood and unholy soil
Prowling under an ambiguous moon
For the stench of his spoil
Camouflaged amongst the crowd
Eyeballing candy that’s chowed
So many intestines waiting to be cowed
The eager are savored at the peak they're endowed
He grimaces a smirk at the thought of their flesh
The selfish are so much more delectable when fresh
His mouth illuminates the holes in his teeth
Jagged sharp...
#anger
#anxiety
#dark
#Halloween
#emptiness
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4 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2024 12:27pm
23rd Aug 2024 12:27pm
Blankets To Hide
Blood once fiery with passion
runs cold, dripping in bitter seasons,
snowfall without happiness
A house of cards amidst the winds
of grief and loss, reshuffled and cut to
clubs or spades, deafened by the
metronome click of the second hand as
the time of his life elapses
Walking adjacent to life but not in it,
a facade of acceptance beneath the
black blanket of death
runs cold, dripping in bitter seasons,
snowfall without happiness
A house of cards amidst the winds
of grief and loss, reshuffled and cut to
clubs or spades, deafened by the
metronome click of the second hand as
the time of his life elapses
Walking adjacent to life but not in it,
a facade of acceptance beneath the
black blanket of death
#dark
#FeelingLost
#grief
12 reads
6 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 7:17pm
26th Feb 2025 7:17pm
Bad Never Tasted So Good
#dark
#TruthOfLife
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FeNyX
Poem Published
11th Jan 2021 5:54pm
11th Jan 2021 5:54pm
Snakeskin Soul And A Lipstick Heart
Through nebulous undertones
And a snakeskin soul
She sauntered over to the bar
"What'll it be"
"The usual"
"Lady I never saw you before"
Looking him up and down appraisingly
"Well then, time to start new traditions"
"Something cold and hard with a twist"
The bartender shook his head
Knowing better than to argue
He concocted a drink in his mind named Sexy Demon
The woman moved through the crowd
Sipping her drink and sizing up her poison
Tall short dark light mmm ...
...
And a snakeskin soul
She sauntered over to the bar
"What'll it be"
"The usual"
"Lady I never saw you before"
Looking him up and down appraisingly
"Well then, time to start new traditions"
"Something cold and hard with a twist"
The bartender shook his head
Knowing better than to argue
He concocted a drink in his mind named Sexy Demon
The woman moved through the crowd
Sipping her drink and sizing up her poison
Tall short dark light mmm ...
...
#dark
#vampires
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4 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
28th Mar 2024 11:17am
28th Mar 2024 11:17am
Buried On The Surface
The sun walks slowly to its sepulture
in the horizon, the death of a day
as the cooling blanket of night covers
her creatures all, the beasts and the lovers
Moonlight caresses the catafalque stone
as if to query the desire to rise
whispers of the ancient ones sing to me
hymns of the lost souls, longing to be free
The night is clear though I see no starlight
wrought with the overcast of emotions
such a deluge, this downpour of desire
moving me, as sights and sounds inspire
Walking the world unseen and...
in the horizon, the death of a day
as the cooling blanket of night covers
her creatures all, the beasts and the lovers
Moonlight caresses the catafalque stone
as if to query the desire to rise
whispers of the ancient ones sing to me
hymns of the lost souls, longing to be free
The night is clear though I see no starlight
wrought with the overcast of emotions
such a deluge, this downpour of desire
moving me, as sights and sounds inspire
Walking the world unseen and...
#loneliness
#dark
#vampires
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3 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
28th Jan 2021 8:01pm
28th Jan 2021 8:01pm
It Was The Best Of Times, It was The Worst Of Times (Better Without You)
Was that really the way it was?
Half spoken truths and lies unseen
Mixed together in immature elixirs
Badly thrown together with sex, alcohol and nicotine
The soundtrack of it a who's who
Years long festival of past
And future stars
Like some dead man walking repast
Weren't we supposed to be those stars?
Opening doors while others closed
Hopping from one success to another
Not reminiscing in bare pseudo-emotional repose
I still don't listen to those few songs
You know the ones I mean
The...
Half spoken truths and lies unseen
Mixed together in immature elixirs
Badly thrown together with sex, alcohol and nicotine
The soundtrack of it a who's who
Years long festival of past
And future stars
Like some dead man walking repast
Weren't we supposed to be those stars?
Opening doors while others closed
Hopping from one success to another
Not reminiscing in bare pseudo-emotional repose
I still don't listen to those few songs
You know the ones I mean
The...
#love
#dark
#memories
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10 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
14th Jun 2024 5:30pm
14th Jun 2024 5:30pm
The Creep (You want)
Beauty blooms in the fragments of your
brokenness, such a wonderfully
beautiful mess, how I long to lick
the misery oozing from your soul
and taste the pain upon your skin
I am the dark, not hiding my ruthless
intentions nor my abuse of power,
even now as you feel the anger and
know my malice you are reading these
words and falling in love
It’s okay, we all need the darkness,
I close my eyes and feel you touching
yourself, now I’m touching myself too,
there is a sensuality in a dark mind
and the...
brokenness, such a wonderfully
beautiful mess, how I long to lick
the misery oozing from your soul
and taste the pain upon your skin
I am the dark, not hiding my ruthless
intentions nor my abuse of power,
even now as you feel the anger and
know my malice you are reading these
words and falling in love
It’s okay, we all need the darkness,
I close my eyes and feel you touching
yourself, now I’m touching myself too,
there is a sensuality in a dark mind
and the...
#dark
#erotic
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4 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
16th Apr 2020 4:51pm
16th Apr 2020 4:51pm
PAIN
She extended her hand
Into the bottomless gutter
Welcoming me to a foreign land
A deserted and desolate lover
I embraced her thorns
Till they prickled my heart
Her beautiful emptiness took many forms
I stared into her darkness like a statue of art
She exalted my sorrow
Ushering me to a derelict shack
Infusing my embers to swallow the morrow
Seducing my anguish to saturate the black
She stitched up my soul
But let the scars fester
Tasted my flesh until it was coal
Taking me to heights I could not have measured
The...
Into the bottomless gutter
Welcoming me to a foreign land
A deserted and desolate lover
I embraced her thorns
Till they prickled my heart
Her beautiful emptiness took many forms
I stared into her darkness like a statue of art
She exalted my sorrow
Ushering me to a derelict shack
Infusing my embers to swallow the morrow
Seducing my anguish to saturate the black
She stitched up my soul
But let the scars fester
Tasted my flesh until it was coal
Taking me to heights I could not have measured
The...
#strength
#dark
#redemption
#bittersweet
#NaPoWriMo2020
15 reads
3 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
28th Aug 2024 7:13pm
28th Aug 2024 7:13pm
Contract Killer
I’m covered in blood
I suppose it was a slight angular
miscalculation as I was aiming
solely for the subclavicular artery
but somehow it’s bleeding into
the esophagus and coughing blood
in my face
It was a mistake, they happen
usually not to me, but then here we are
fortunately for me I keep a spare Tyvek
suit in the truck, safe until
the shower
I used to be much cleaner, long range,
pink mist voila, but the world changes
and fewer out here care to get wet
so I fill the gap, I mean it’s a living ...
I suppose it was a slight angular
miscalculation as I was aiming
solely for the subclavicular artery
but somehow it’s bleeding into
the esophagus and coughing blood
in my face
It was a mistake, they happen
usually not to me, but then here we are
fortunately for me I keep a spare Tyvek
suit in the truck, safe until
the shower
I used to be much cleaner, long range,
pink mist voila, but the world changes
and fewer out here care to get wet
so I fill the gap, I mean it’s a living ...
#dark
#funny
#parody
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12 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 7:16pm
15th Feb 2025 7:16pm
Fire Dancer
Fire dancer, necromancer
come now death unto my interlude
now sojourning, the fields are burning
taste the breath of my solitude
Naysayer, demon slayer
avert your eyes of harvest guilt
for it is said, the blind lead the dead
to the edge of the flower’s wilt
Cut the skin to bleed again
even a carcass bears its scars
so cast thy runes to cryptic tunes
to wash away the light of stars
Wade the river to deliver
a price now given for the keep
I am at peace for now I cease
the soul forever yours to reap ...
come now death unto my interlude
now sojourning, the fields are burning
taste the breath of my solitude
Naysayer, demon slayer
avert your eyes of harvest guilt
for it is said, the blind lead the dead
to the edge of the flower’s wilt
Cut the skin to bleed again
even a carcass bears its scars
so cast thy runes to cryptic tunes
to wash away the light of stars
Wade the river to deliver
a price now given for the keep
I am at peace for now I cease
the soul forever yours to reap ...
#dark
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5 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2018 11:20pm
22nd Jun 2018 11:20pm
SLEEPAWAKEALOMA
i]/sleep-uh-wake-uh-low-mah/
verb - as in psychiatry:
-The subtle act of harming or taking one’s own life or the life of another - or other living beings - while in a deep state of unconsciousness – as one who sleepwalks. - [/i]
Awakening from slumber, I rise from the bed
One glance out the window, the moon glows red.
Digital time stopped ticking at six-six-six.
At a far-off distance, faucet runs drip-drip-drip.
A look at my hands, bathed in blood
Following footprint-trails of dirt and mud. ...
verb - as in psychiatry:
-The subtle act of harming or taking one’s own life or the life of another - or other living beings - while in a deep state of unconsciousness – as one who sleepwalks. - [/i]
Awakening from slumber, I rise from the bed
One glance out the window, the moon glows red.
Digital time stopped ticking at six-six-six.
At a far-off distance, faucet runs drip-drip-drip.
A look at my hands, bathed in blood
Following footprint-trails of dirt and mud. ...
#dark
#confusion
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4 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2019 5:14am
3rd Feb 2019 5:14am
8. Annotated Peoples Make Connections: if they walked around in love/for love/by love with SFX labels to their chests
My feet feel gravity un-gilled. They shuffle
how an airplane lands at night. The towers
hiccuping bubbles like they just had a habanero
telling us which way is up and which way
to burn in inkwater. Here a padded slope
with the headlights of trench fish, bifarious
and lighting the turning down, down, down.
Rows a hushed sway of seaweed heads.
How to show the fish a mirror since they live in one?
Cameron, you couldn’t have imagined the abyss better.
Cut lights, action in seats. We don’t
need a crowd, just the silver screen and the...
how an airplane lands at night. The towers
hiccuping bubbles like they just had a habanero
telling us which way is up and which way
to burn in inkwater. Here a padded slope
with the headlights of trench fish, bifarious
and lighting the turning down, down, down.
Rows a hushed sway of seaweed heads.
How to show the fish a mirror since they live in one?
Cameron, you couldn’t have imagined the abyss better.
Cut lights, action in seats. We don’t
need a crowd, just the silver screen and the...
#dark
#funny
#monsters #dating
#monsters #dating
16 reads
2 Comments
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