AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
1st Nov 2024 11:30am
1st Nov 2024 11:30am
I Do Not Agree With Reality
I am alive.
Open my body, what do you find?
Periods and question marks.
A useless hide.
A meat sack of trivial answers and lies.
Locks of hair entangling my mind.
Wading through emotional turmoil tides.
Combing through the who's and why's.
Leaving all of reality behind.
I'm just a cunt. Some useless meat.
Come prize me as your specialty.
I'll give you your dose of prime protein.
And fatten you with psychological schemes.
Keep me alive in your dreams.
Keep me close, don't try to hide.
Keep me wet,...
Open my body, what do you find?
Periods and question marks.
A useless hide.
A meat sack of trivial answers and lies.
Locks of hair entangling my mind.
Wading through emotional turmoil tides.
Combing through the who's and why's.
Leaving all of reality behind.
I'm just a cunt. Some useless meat.
Come prize me as your specialty.
I'll give you your dose of prime protein.
And fatten you with psychological schemes.
Keep me alive in your dreams.
Keep me close, don't try to hide.
Keep me wet,...
#dark
#identity
#mystery #TruthOfLife
#mystery #TruthOfLife
141 reads
38 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 10:57am
9th Nov 2024 10:57am
Reality with no end
Always attached to her sadness
abandoned
loneliness was her best friend
forgotten by society
no one wanted to be her friend
abandoned in the corner of the silence
that is her life, every day
she hides her sorrow in a blade
In the silence of the darkness she wakes up alone again
a dream to never surrender,
a reality that has no end
abandoned
loneliness was her best friend
forgotten by society
no one wanted to be her friend
abandoned in the corner of the silence
that is her life, every day
she hides her sorrow in a blade
In the silence of the darkness she wakes up alone again
a dream to never surrender,
a reality that has no end
#dark
#depression
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
101 reads
18 Comments
Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 6:35pm
25th Nov 2024 6:35pm
Mouse in my attic
I have a mouse living in my attic
She crawled all night making static
Got someone who is a mice terminatic
He said “you have two lovers living in your attic”
Now that is definitely very problematic
Although he didn’t sound very dramatic
I also don’t want to be melodramatic
But they shouldn’t be living in my attic
“They should die” and I wasn’t very diplomatic
I’m also a guy who is not very romantic
No one should be living in my attic
Not love, nor anyone who is the least sympathetic
She crawled all night making static
Got someone who is a mice terminatic
He said “you have two lovers living in your attic”
Now that is definitely very problematic
Although he didn’t sound very dramatic
I also don’t want to be melodramatic
But they shouldn’t be living in my attic
“They should die” and I wasn’t very diplomatic
I’m also a guy who is not very romantic
No one should be living in my attic
Not love, nor anyone who is the least sympathetic
#confessional
#dark
#romantic #TruthOfLife
#romantic #TruthOfLife
89 reads
20 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 8:22pm
24th Nov 2024 8:22pm
Should have Stayed Gone
You should have stayed gone
When you walked out that door
I should have changed those locks
Cause I don’t want you here no more
This time when you leave
Please don’t come back here no more
You say I’m an evil woman.
Evil to the core
If I am so evil, baby
Why are you back here at my door
I can't take it no more, honey
Don’t come back here no more
I cook you a dinner
You throw it back
I'll wear that red dress you like
You ask what is that?
When I say let’s go the room
You say you are fine...
When you walked out that door
I should have changed those locks
Cause I don’t want you here no more
This time when you leave
Please don’t come back here no more
You say I’m an evil woman.
Evil to the core
If I am so evil, baby
Why are you back here at my door
I can't take it no more, honey
Don’t come back here no more
I cook you a dinner
You throw it back
I'll wear that red dress you like
You ask what is that?
When I say let’s go the room
You say you are fine...
#anger
#dark
#regret
88 reads
17 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 11:15pm
31st Oct 2024 11:15pm
The Birth of a Scream
Lost.
Disoriented.
I mingle between terror
and nightmares.
Lurking creatures
with a lust to scare.
The dark growls,
yearning to be fed.
It gnaws on my fear
in my bone's core.
You become less
in your dark greed for more.
All the petrified, paralyzed hours.
Time groans, grabs and devours.
From the cold bottomless pit
of the abyss.
Can be heard
a real high pitch hiss.
A murderous cry it seems.
The birth of a scream.
Disoriented.
I mingle between terror
and nightmares.
Lurking creatures
with a lust to scare.
The dark growls,
yearning to be fed.
It gnaws on my fear
in my bone's core.
You become less
in your dark greed for more.
All the petrified, paralyzed hours.
Time groans, grabs and devours.
From the cold bottomless pit
of the abyss.
Can be heard
a real high pitch hiss.
A murderous cry it seems.
The birth of a scream.
#dark
#fear
#nightmares
136 reads
22 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 2:18am
15th Nov 2024 2:18am
A Tale Of The Nocturns
deep felt is my crush...fermented
veined...strained...seeking to stain you...a Brooklyn graffiti vandal
without refrain... your interior...Feng Shui style
as I push hardened emotions inside your plush pink
flooding you with a masculine rush
I tell you to hush...facetiously
your mouth stuffed full of calloused fingers
...a seductive liar I am....creeping inside the lair of your mind
heavy with the strokes...pulling back your hair ...
veined...strained...seeking to stain you...a Brooklyn graffiti vandal
without refrain... your interior...Feng Shui style
as I push hardened emotions inside your plush pink
flooding you with a masculine rush
I tell you to hush...facetiously
your mouth stuffed full of calloused fingers
...a seductive liar I am....creeping inside the lair of your mind
heavy with the strokes...pulling back your hair ...
#BDSM
#dark
#dirty #sex
#dirty #sex
244 reads
5 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 3:46pm
8th Nov 2024 3:46pm
Monstrous - with Crimsin
Alchemy of debauchery seducing the quill
from archives of my obsession, sincerely
antiquated madness in seance whispering
silently, my love, as shadows dance
on winding stairs a smile without end
into the depths of a yarder of ale
and a tear in the window of my mind
with a spoonful of vanity's ingredients
like a narcissistic mannequin
shattering the silence of my thoughts
is a deep need for darker things
casting out the bright colors of former days
where my tempest drove me quite insane
days of melancholy and angst...
from archives of my obsession, sincerely
antiquated madness in seance whispering
silently, my love, as shadows dance
on winding stairs a smile without end
into the depths of a yarder of ale
and a tear in the window of my mind
with a spoonful of vanity's ingredients
like a narcissistic mannequin
shattering the silence of my thoughts
is a deep need for darker things
casting out the bright colors of former days
where my tempest drove me quite insane
days of melancholy and angst...
#collaboration
#dark
115 reads
9 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 12:20pm
5th Nov 2024 12:20pm
East of Eden
Slipping into the darkness east of Eden
of haunting serenity among the chaos
where dead sleep in the moon's womb
the ink of the quill nevermore to grasp
longing for the sounds of memories
as I lay naked in the shadow of death
slipping into the darkness east of Eden
of haunting serenity among the chaos
where dead sleep in the moon's womb
the ink of the quill nevermore to grasp
longing for the sounds of memories
as I lay naked in the shadow of death
slipping into the darkness east of Eden
#dark
111 reads
9 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 6:00pm
7th Nov 2024 6:00pm
Tourniquet - with Crimsin
With extracts of the occults alchemy
from the thimble of bol weevil needle
summoned by ancient ears listening
sealed by the wax of silence flourishing
in the infernal well of philosophical doom
wiles and wisdom of the moon's poultice
from the dark rocking chair.
bleeding eyes, a tourniquet for the throat
vice needs are understood
heedless of the call to reckon
misfortunate for the damned and wandering
the night shines no more
the grave challenges you for their souls
the River Styx to burn, eternal
their voices...
from the thimble of bol weevil needle
summoned by ancient ears listening
sealed by the wax of silence flourishing
in the infernal well of philosophical doom
wiles and wisdom of the moon's poultice
from the dark rocking chair.
bleeding eyes, a tourniquet for the throat
vice needs are understood
heedless of the call to reckon
misfortunate for the damned and wandering
the night shines no more
the grave challenges you for their souls
the River Styx to burn, eternal
their voices...
#collaboration
#dark
#witches
113 reads
9 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 7:43pm
19th Nov 2024 7:43pm
time's up
steely eyes watch, it's the witching hour
time's up, your midnight has come
struck the numeral, you're number six
just come with me, it will be easier
the light snuffed out
a sad day is upon us
the reaper comes to claim
no one makes a fool of death
when your moment is announced, it's swift
it is always with pain, a life exits
the sordid details aside
leaving this life, is sometimes sorrow
we grieve, to morn the loss
crossing over, the River Styx
the ferryman must have his copper...
time's up, your midnight has come
struck the numeral, you're number six
just come with me, it will be easier
the light snuffed out
a sad day is upon us
the reaper comes to claim
no one makes a fool of death
when your moment is announced, it's swift
it is always with pain, a life exits
the sordid details aside
leaving this life, is sometimes sorrow
we grieve, to morn the loss
crossing over, the River Styx
the ferryman must have his copper...
#dark
72 reads
9 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 11:20am
2nd Nov 2024 11:20am
Does Obsession = Love?
As the white doves fly to freedom
My soul is captured with you
To die of coldness and violence
Why do I let it happen to me?
I hate you for loving me; I hate you for obsessing me
Controlling my thoughts by your words
Wish I was dead, wish I could not feel, wish I was cold
People screw with my head
NO more blood – No more violence
NO more awake beside my enemy
My beloved enemy who scares me
The love dies in her, she is empty, she is cold
Again lost in her own world
In her own fucking world
My soul is captured with you
To die of coldness and violence
Why do I let it happen to me?
I hate you for loving me; I hate you for obsessing me
Controlling my thoughts by your words
Wish I was dead, wish I could not feel, wish I was cold
People screw with my head
NO more blood – No more violence
NO more awake beside my enemy
My beloved enemy who scares me
The love dies in her, she is empty, she is cold
Again lost in her own world
In her own fucking world
#dark
#FeelingLost
#love
#memories
#obsession
146 reads
12 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 3:11pm
18th Nov 2024 3:11pm
Seams of My Mind - with the talented Crimsin
In Twilight's anesthesia haunting schizophrenia
blocking and abstaining from the pain of insanity
running its fingers down the seams of my mind
echoing from the labia's cello's ghosting my sins
with the decadent smell of the mistaken codpiece
from the archives of my anonymous incubation
and poetic insulin
secrets rise, you don't hear my soul's sorrow
serenading your phallacy, your falsity
objecting your objectification, of my sex
lilting quietly is my deep need
soulful sounds gently reach you
and you succumb to my...
blocking and abstaining from the pain of insanity
running its fingers down the seams of my mind
echoing from the labia's cello's ghosting my sins
with the decadent smell of the mistaken codpiece
from the archives of my anonymous incubation
and poetic insulin
secrets rise, you don't hear my soul's sorrow
serenading your phallacy, your falsity
objecting your objectification, of my sex
lilting quietly is my deep need
soulful sounds gently reach you
and you succumb to my...
#collaboration
#dark
#erotic
106 reads
9 Comments
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