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claire-paradis
claire-paradis
American Discovering the depths of human interaction.
I erode without falter                                                                                                       Riding on the prayer that holds a pretty notion                                                                     To detach much like my former self shepherds euphoria                                                 The salt burns, red flesh blooms, puckered and ignored                                                 Hear me you beast of the sullen depths!                                                                         ****** into submission, subdued through the dull ache                                                       I do not deny my servitude, I relish in it                                                                             The plummet expected, a death desired An appetite for masochism seeks recipes for avidity                                                         The bruises left are a sweet delight, a benevolent impression                                               A taste of copper and gray swindles a once ignorant soul                                                 Walk me to the ****** existence of man, we’ll watch its rapture                                     That flaccid timber where he sits burns, forever embedded                                                   The nights of putrid orchards sought after with vigor                                                           We are burdened and writhing, just as ***** ought
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Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 5:48 PM UTC
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I erode without falter                                                                                                       Riding on the prayer that holds a pretty notion                                                                     To detach much like my former self shepherds euphoria                                                 The salt burns, red flesh blooms, puckered and ignored                                                 Hear me you beast of the sullen depths!                                                                         ****** into submission, subdued through the dull ache                                                       I do not deny my servitude, I relish in it                                                                             The plummet expected, a death desired An appetite for masochism seeks recipes for avidity                                                         The bruises left are a sweet delight, a benevolent impression                                               A taste of copper and gray swindles a once ignorant soul                                                 Walk me to the ****** existence of man, we’ll watch its rapture                                     That flaccid timber where he sits burns, forever embedded                                                   The nights of putrid orchards sought after with vigor                                                           We are burdened and writhing, just as ***** ought
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I accost daylight, reviling in the promiscuity of the waken world Come, be absent with me, enjoy the splendor of the famine The only pleasure we’ll allow ourselves is that of a despondent heart As we weaken the bonds that chain us, we’ll destroy ourselves How can I rationalize my desires, their innocence shames me To be reprehensible, oh such a glorious way to be We ran through the streets encased in neon luminance You, with your hope and rebellion Me, in awe of you This truancy, this desolate homage to backroads and swindled affairs It leaves a longing to wear her fur coat, my makeup soiled beautifully Those nights of dreams, and dreams, and dreams, resurrect disenchanted As I lay aching, biting the the cold steel for the knowledge of ones price The nullity welcomes a confusion, searching for a fragment of familiarity Wanting and wishing back the stale taste of the endless mornings I’ll bring with me the calm, the reassurance of futile worth The length is calculated, the smirking clock relishing in his dismal pace We trade the dampened moss as the stars scoff at our ignorance They whisper, piercing the darkness with their reminder three moons, alas three moons
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Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 5:46 PM UTC
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I pine The ache in the center of me throbs It holds a power, a power that I gladly surrender to My chest constricts My breath grows dense Through the tips of my fingers and toes Electricity radiates Numb The nerves of my scalp beg They beg Pull my hair I crave Mouth watering Head aching limbs writhing It's all for not He wants me not Lust.. Lust Not just a word How I long for the *********** the frantic rhythm the Hands the Mouths the Friction It's all for not He wants me not
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Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 10:13 PM UTC
explicit
Fear overwhelms The antisipation dibilitating Bracing for impact Crashing blind The anxiety erodes my former self I'm a shell A shaking leaf Waiting for the gust of wind that detaches me All I've know.. gone
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Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 9:27 PM UTC
revelations
Rain pours Sleep rarely comes I medicate, intoxicate, debilitate I'm trapped Trapped in my own mind I'll never measure up to my imaginations expectations I'm a master of my own sabotage I crave, constantly craving I want to be painfully in love I want everyone I want everything I'm a black hole A vortex Unquenchable Writhing Confusing pain for pleasure Pleasure for pain I need the pleasure I want the pain Sensations paralyzing The dull ache never ceasing When did I become this ravenous beast? Can I be satisfied?
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Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 7:39 PM UTC
deprivation