adagio
Poem Published
Today 4:37pm
Today 4:37pm
Mr. Ugly
Lusting as if having your throat cut
looking for you in the dark ice
of death's clientele afterlife
being my corpse tortured by perverse
that eroticism has no boundaries
just me and my bejesus Mr.Ugly
and you in your corset...
canoodling
looking for you in the dark ice
of death's clientele afterlife
being my corpse tortured by perverse
that eroticism has no boundaries
just me and my bejesus Mr.Ugly
and you in your corset...
canoodling
#dark
#erotic
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KristinaX
Poem Published
11th Apr 2024 2:30am
11th Apr 2024 2:30am
Architecture of suffering
The darkness is thickening...
And the darkness craves bodies...
The world is filled with fragments of desires.
In the incomprehensibility of sinful thoughts
There is a limit assigned to purity...
The point of no return happens early...
Canvases of bodies...
With strokes of words - subjects of secrets,
Drowning in the pulsation of hidden moments
And the foreignness of a crumpled dream...
Dreams are cut... nightmares
To the touch...
And the darkness craves bodies...
The world is filled with fragments of desires.
In the incomprehensibility of sinful thoughts
There is a limit assigned to purity...
The point of no return happens early...
Canvases of bodies...
With strokes of words - subjects of secrets,
Drowning in the pulsation of hidden moments
And the foreignness of a crumpled dream...
Dreams are cut... nightmares
To the touch...
#dark
#secrets
#suffering
#emptiness
#BDSM
231 reads
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KristinaX
Poem Published
11th Apr 2024 2:30am
11th Apr 2024 2:30am
Architecture of suffering
The darkness is thickening...
And the darkness craves bodies...
The world is filled with fragments of desires.
In the incomprehensibility of sinful thoughts
There is a limit assigned to purity...
The point of no return happens early...
Canvases of bodies...
With strokes of words - subjects of secrets,
Drowning in the pulsation of hidden moments
And the foreignness of a crumpled dream...
Dreams are cut... nightmares
To the touch...
And the darkness craves bodies...
The world is filled with fragments of desires.
In the incomprehensibility of sinful thoughts
There is a limit assigned to purity...
The point of no return happens early...
Canvases of bodies...
With strokes of words - subjects of secrets,
Drowning in the pulsation of hidden moments
And the foreignness of a crumpled dream...
Dreams are cut... nightmares
To the touch...
#dark
#secrets
#suffering
#emptiness
#BDSM
231 reads
37 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
11th Apr 2024 2:30am
11th Apr 2024 2:30am
Architecture of suffering
The darkness is thickening...
And the darkness craves bodies...
The world is filled with fragments of desires.
In the incomprehensibility of sinful thoughts
There is a limit assigned to purity...
The point of no return happens early...
Canvases of bodies...
With strokes of words - subjects of secrets,
Drowning in the pulsation of hidden moments
And the foreignness of a crumpled dream...
Dreams are cut... nightmares
To the touch...
And the darkness craves bodies...
The world is filled with fragments of desires.
In the incomprehensibility of sinful thoughts
There is a limit assigned to purity...
The point of no return happens early...
Canvases of bodies...
With strokes of words - subjects of secrets,
Drowning in the pulsation of hidden moments
And the foreignness of a crumpled dream...
Dreams are cut... nightmares
To the touch...
#dark
#secrets
#suffering
#emptiness
#BDSM
231 reads
37 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
11th Apr 2024 2:30am
11th Apr 2024 2:30am
Architecture of suffering
The darkness is thickening...
And the darkness craves bodies...
The world is filled with fragments of desires.
In the incomprehensibility of sinful thoughts
There is a limit assigned to purity...
The point of no return happens early...
Canvases of bodies...
With strokes of words - subjects of secrets,
Drowning in the pulsation of hidden moments
And the foreignness of a crumpled dream...
Dreams are cut... nightmares
To the touch...
And the darkness craves bodies...
The world is filled with fragments of desires.
In the incomprehensibility of sinful thoughts
There is a limit assigned to purity...
The point of no return happens early...
Canvases of bodies...
With strokes of words - subjects of secrets,
Drowning in the pulsation of hidden moments
And the foreignness of a crumpled dream...
Dreams are cut... nightmares
To the touch...
#dark
#secrets
#suffering
#emptiness
#BDSM
231 reads
37 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
11th Apr 2024 2:30am
11th Apr 2024 2:30am
Architecture of suffering
The darkness is thickening...
And the darkness craves bodies...
The world is filled with fragments of desires.
In the incomprehensibility of sinful thoughts
There is a limit assigned to purity...
The point of no return happens early...
Canvases of bodies...
With strokes of words - subjects of secrets,
Drowning in the pulsation of hidden moments
And the foreignness of a crumpled dream...
Dreams are cut... nightmares
To the touch...
And the darkness craves bodies...
The world is filled with fragments of desires.
In the incomprehensibility of sinful thoughts
There is a limit assigned to purity...
The point of no return happens early...
Canvases of bodies...
With strokes of words - subjects of secrets,
Drowning in the pulsation of hidden moments
And the foreignness of a crumpled dream...
Dreams are cut... nightmares
To the touch...
#dark
#secrets
#suffering
#emptiness
#BDSM
231 reads
37 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
21st Dec 2019 4:50pm
21st Dec 2019 4:50pm
Releasing the Light
It is our light not our darkness
that most frightens us.'
We lit the candles of our Spirit—
not under a bushel of ancient secrets
digging as moles in sunken basements;
but, a cavernous gateway to acceptance
Trimmed the wicks of our heart
to observe Love blaze brighter
from this darkest eve of Winter
Allowed flames to alight memory—
fill our dark soul of night
with fresh perspectives in truth
Felt bygone...
that most frightens us.'
We lit the candles of our Spirit—
not under a bushel of ancient secrets
digging as moles in sunken basements;
but, a cavernous gateway to acceptance
Trimmed the wicks of our heart
to observe Love blaze brighter
from this darkest eve of Winter
Allowed flames to alight memory—
fill our dark soul of night
with fresh perspectives in truth
Felt bygone...
#dark
#sun
#winter
#nature
#humankind
1131 reads
39 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
21st Dec 2019 4:50pm
21st Dec 2019 4:50pm
Releasing the Light
It is our light not our darkness
that most frightens us.'
We lit the candles of our Spirit—
not under a bushel of ancient secrets
digging as moles in sunken basements;
but, a cavernous gateway to acceptance
Trimmed the wicks of our heart
to observe Love blaze brighter
from this darkest eve of Winter
Allowed flames to alight memory—
fill our dark soul of night
with fresh perspectives in truth
Felt bygone...
that most frightens us.'
We lit the candles of our Spirit—
not under a bushel of ancient secrets
digging as moles in sunken basements;
but, a cavernous gateway to acceptance
Trimmed the wicks of our heart
to observe Love blaze brighter
from this darkest eve of Winter
Allowed flames to alight memory—
fill our dark soul of night
with fresh perspectives in truth
Felt bygone...
#dark
#sun
#winter
#nature
#humankind
1131 reads
39 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
21st Dec 2019 4:50pm
21st Dec 2019 4:50pm
Releasing the Light
It is our light not our darkness
that most frightens us.'
We lit the candles of our Spirit—
not under a bushel of ancient secrets
digging as moles in sunken basements;
but, a cavernous gateway to acceptance
Trimmed the wicks of our heart
to observe Love blaze brighter
from this darkest eve of Winter
Allowed flames to alight memory—
fill our dark soul of night
with fresh perspectives in truth
Felt bygone...
that most frightens us.'
We lit the candles of our Spirit—
not under a bushel of ancient secrets
digging as moles in sunken basements;
but, a cavernous gateway to acceptance
Trimmed the wicks of our heart
to observe Love blaze brighter
from this darkest eve of Winter
Allowed flames to alight memory—
fill our dark soul of night
with fresh perspectives in truth
Felt bygone...
#dark
#sun
#winter
#nature
#humankind
1131 reads
39 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
21st Dec 2019 4:50pm
21st Dec 2019 4:50pm
Releasing the Light
It is our light not our darkness
that most frightens us.'
We lit the candles of our Spirit—
not under a bushel of ancient secrets
digging as moles in sunken basements;
but, a cavernous gateway to acceptance
Trimmed the wicks of our heart
to observe Love blaze brighter
from this darkest eve of Winter
Allowed flames to alight memory—
fill our dark soul of night
with fresh perspectives in truth
Felt bygone...
that most frightens us.'
We lit the candles of our Spirit—
not under a bushel of ancient secrets
digging as moles in sunken basements;
but, a cavernous gateway to acceptance
Trimmed the wicks of our heart
to observe Love blaze brighter
from this darkest eve of Winter
Allowed flames to alight memory—
fill our dark soul of night
with fresh perspectives in truth
Felt bygone...
#dark
#sun
#winter
#nature
#humankind
1131 reads
39 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
21st Dec 2019 4:50pm
21st Dec 2019 4:50pm
Releasing the Light
It is our light not our darkness
that most frightens us.'
We lit the candles of our Spirit—
not under a bushel of ancient secrets
digging as moles in sunken basements;
but, a cavernous gateway to acceptance
Trimmed the wicks of our heart
to observe Love blaze brighter
from this darkest eve of Winter
Allowed flames to alight memory—
fill our dark soul of night
with fresh perspectives in truth
Felt bygone...
that most frightens us.'
We lit the candles of our Spirit—
not under a bushel of ancient secrets
digging as moles in sunken basements;
but, a cavernous gateway to acceptance
Trimmed the wicks of our heart
to observe Love blaze brighter
from this darkest eve of Winter
Allowed flames to alight memory—
fill our dark soul of night
with fresh perspectives in truth
Felt bygone...
#dark
#sun
#winter
#nature
#humankind
1131 reads
39 Comments
The_Darkness_Insid
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2024 00:57am
23rd Apr 2024 00:57am
The killing choice
Today I want to kill a man
But i need to formulate a plan
Of how to carry out the act
Its the part of the equation that I lack
I could slit his wrists and let him bleed out slow
Release all his worries in a crimson flow
Or maybe get it over quick and be done
Leave all his regrets at the end of a gun
Can rope him up and watch him hang
Breath seeping from his body along with his pain
The top of a building I can toss him down
Let him reflect on his failures before hitting the...
But i need to formulate a plan
Of how to carry out the act
Its the part of the equation that I lack
I could slit his wrists and let him bleed out slow
Release all his worries in a crimson flow
Or maybe get it over quick and be done
Leave all his regrets at the end of a gun
Can rope him up and watch him hang
Breath seeping from his body along with his pain
The top of a building I can toss him down
Let him reflect on his failures before hitting the...
#dark
#death
#murder
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