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 Mar 2013
Kingafroninjaa
He sold a sweet dream.
A dream so sweet even God would have goosebumps at the mere thought of it.
A dream that the fairest in all the land would be envious.
Our dream where our love would outshine the sun across a thousand galaxies.
A dream where my first name would latch onto his last name causing the heavens to sing above us.
The blissful dream that he sold to me would've been passed down to our generations every Sunday dinner.
That dream, I lived for it. Craved for it.  
Dreaming of his stolen dream that he sold to me.
Our once tangible dream began to collapse around me.
That dream I once I lived for turned into a forgotten nightmare of his doing
 Feb 2013
Kingafroninjaa
The unstable mind of the infinite girl slowly starts to crumble as he ascends from hell into her forsaken kingdom.
The mirror tells him that his impish looks gives him an undeniable handsome.
She knows that the insanity hidden behind her blood stained eyes is what drives his incurable lust for her.
His insatiable need to be one of two is how he causes hurt.
What is she getting herself into by playing in his hidden eden of ecstasy?
He latches on to the first thing he sees in the vicinity.
The scars of their intimate charade reappears in the moonlight as he devours what's left of her mistaken innocence.
In the attempt to mold her into something like him she seems to have lost her very essence.
She screams into the night hoping that his deaf ears will finally hear the cries of his once infinite girl.
The faint sound of the night breezes past his ears as ponders his next assault on this world.
She'll drift through the seamless passages of time and space to regain what's little left of her impure soul.
His next mission will not fail, he will meet his goal.
She clings onto the memories of their past lives as he holds her meaningless death in the palm of his demon claws.
To create something perfect like him, and rid the world of things like her and all her flaws.
She waited for the sweet nectar that death will bring only to realize that her heaven lays with God's fallen angel.
To be the world's savior, to be the world's angel.
A poem co-created with @JayTheEmperor from twitter.
http://skreened.com/kingsclothes
 Feb 2013
Kingafroninjaa
&& in that moment everything turned white.
As if life were as clear as snow.
The tidal waves of insecurity, sadness and denial suddenly calmed down.
The misty haze of infidelity, betrayal and ignorance were lifted from my eyes && a new world appeared.
Moment of extreme clarity where mind meets nirvana.
I looked in the eye of God and turned my back on him, blew a kiss at the devil && walked away.
I was handed the key of absolute knowledge && was freed from the shackles of my oppressors.
That brief blizzard of purity.
My beautiful reality.
I meet her once && I need to meet her again.
 Jan 2013
Samir
a guy sits here
hair a twist
no ordinary man
but a case
whatever prefix fits

he knows no limitations
seeks no thrill but fear
holds no memory dear
brains grasp simply too frail
such a broken outside
and gargoyles pier
however
he tranquilizes them
anytime someone comes near
yet the people abstain still
no shame, no cheer

they simply cannot see what purity
he has in his crypt
intimidated
severe

so let us move forward and glaze over the thick
move towards the misery which anguishes him

nonsense is sensical, whimsy at best
rational is of logic and dreary
detest

******* and thumbing
he frantically does his best
pulls his hair out
pulls his hair out
closed fist
punches chest

"where is she
where is her
name i cannot confess
for it escapes me...
not because
but rather-"

due to his distress

he stopped and sighed
violence
cried
broke down
then bled
red from his eyes

i want her
the sad one
shy

hurt inside

abused, accursed
diseased but undisguised

she'll love me

she will
there's nothing there to hide
she'll make me forget myself
sing or dance or
romanticize

"i want her...
a baby's friend
the neighbor's newborn daughter
the baby friend that came over
as an infant, i saw her
i kept the same heart
but its been through a lot
and now its done with slaughter

i kept the same heart
its growing apart
i need the neighbor's daughter"

it seems as though convinced
he truly had the heart of a newborn
ambivalent
knowing no complexity
purely hurt or comfort
either way's a shoulder
diamond or dirt
seemed to be bipolar

so he seeks the same
not the opposite
that would be a shame

because no one else can relate
to someone who feels the world
has turned its back on fate

he seeks out this girl
overlooking
all the beasts in his way

with evil colors they mask their face
appear to appeal, they may

but he knows better
their defenses fragile
they attract a plethora

to which they expose
like a sinister rose
the black rock in frame

the black rock so hard
shapely carved
to which its "blacksmith"
inscribes no name

a black heart
he sighs
which holds no light

might as well not exist
 Jan 2013
ipoet
I spoke French for thirteen years
I say to him
And he smiles.

More cheese.

Soft night yields to love,
Rap is the only hard night sound,
The White man is out of his depth,
Even in French.

He leans forward and whispers in my ear but,
The first lie was mine.

We’ll count them later,
In the fullness of time.
 Nov 2012
Kingafroninjaa
What do you tell a demon that is obsessively pursuing the soul of a mere mortal?
The longing for her fragile human body captivates the insanity of his aged existence.
Who would have known this creature of the dark would lust over a lower being that's as pure as fresh snow.
He would travel to the depths of hell to see her smile one last time.
Fight off his army of blood thirsty demons to taste her droplets of blood.
In the tainted eyes of this foolish demon he will forever be trapped in the labyrinth that holds her deluded heart.
Not knowing the truth hidden within her darkness.
 Jul 2012
K Balachandran
If I had an apple
i would have eaten it with her,
sitting close by,
looking eye to eye,
under the umbrella shade
of a tree, near a corn field,
with the view of a lone hill,
at the far, far end.

An ****** experience
it would have been for us,
turned on by her eyes
a bite I would take from the apple,
then, it's her turn
as soon as she does that
I would ****** it from her, once again,
tasting her saliva on it
would electrify my tongue,
and evoke distant animal past.

Green corns sway desirous
in the playful naughtiness of the wind,
slowly proximity works, as the worst intoxicant.
By and by nature's prompt,
gets in to our blood streams.

She would get bold, sensing
that lonely spot's intent,
slowly remove her jacket first
then one by one, the rest,
standing before me naked,
sensuality  personified.

I am an illogically crazy wind,
swooping, over the water: her.
I'd repeatedly blow over her,
till she uncontrollably erupts


she has eaten from my apple,
I've tasted hers;
without deceit or evil, we indulge,
and partake the gifts we within hold.
 Jul 2012
K Balachandran
I would dip in that spring,
never full, but in spate
at such moments
of deep engagement,
with the cryptic voices of nature.
In a rush of passion
I would reach for those
lovely peaks that shiver
as if by tremors
that rumble deep below.

With my trembling heart,
I would catch your broken song,
though out of tune,
thrills and urges me,
to do whatever pleases me.
You are a cloud transparent,
that envelopes moon
with swift hands of wind,
the swirls, the twists and  the turns
aren't us, but nature, in glorious motion,
dancing in tune with our essence.


In effulgent moments, like sky birds,
when we transcend limits,
lips, parched leaves
quickly swell up like orange slices,
love in swift moves creates wonders
with its magic wand.

Experience now,
the music of motion,
an explosion
in which we are thrown up,
to a state of timelessness,

and at last hands entwined,
we walk in the garden
where wild orchids in bloom
paint our dream in vivid colors.
Daily love.net Oct 22, 2011
 Jul 2012
A Machele
i close my eyes as you press your body into mine
i feel the yearning between my legs, the ache in your ****
the vibration is taking over us now
we succumb to our desires as you bite my neck, thrusting into me--
i moan softly in your ear, nibbling and breathing my lust on your neck
you push into me, deeper, deeper
we sway in rhythm with each other, not thinking, just feeling
i dig my nails into your skin, almost drawing blood
your look at me then, with such warmth and affection in your eyes
no one knows your body like i do
we hold each others gaze for a long moment, never losing momentum
your lips find mine and our souls collide
yes, yes, i moan
you breathe into my neck as i taste your sweat, salty and ****** on my tongue
i pull you deeper into me, wrapping my legs around your waist, lifting higher and higher
our bodies are one..
release
our ecstasy has reached its peak
elevation comes winding slowing back down to earth
we lay limp in each others arms, our hearts pounding against each others skin, beating as one
your face brushes mine as you hold me tighter, never wanting to let me go
i whisper that i love you and my lips vibrate with the sound
i can practically see your ears tingle
trembling, you lift yourself from the comfort of my embrace, our skin peeling away from each other
a peck on the cheeck and the moment is over.
fort myers fl
 Jul 2012
Sacrelicious
Hate flows,
free through her blood.
Infecting every *****.

First,
with her heart,
then her brain.

A deranged, heartless *****,
with all the power.

Succubi.
Queen of Bloodshed.
Harlot of Satan.

Swing dancing murderers
& ball-room assassins.
Seek her out, on
the dance floor.
To, get a chance to Swing Dance with Lucy, herself.

Good men will fall down to evil.
Slowly dancing and stabbing  
pretty, young girls.
Under the noses of their wives.

To save their,
lost souls
from the belly of the beast.

Covered in their blood, sweat & glitter,
the Party Princesses are slain
by the Princes of Poverty.
Cause they weren't getting pity ******.
 Jul 2012
Taylor
I want to write beautiful words on your skin.
Tattoo them with ink mixed with berries and blood.
I want to whisper my love in sweet, gasping breaths.
The words will seep deep and etch forever my name.
I'll make a mark in your life,
You'll be forever divine,
Forever mine.

Let's get drunk off each other,
My breath reeking of wine,
Yours smoky and sweet.
I'll pull you along on a leash made of roses
Picked straight from the garden,
Thorns dripping with love, a deadly red poison
A sticky, crimson substance addictive and ****.
I'll make a mark in your life,
You'll be forever divine,
Forever mine.

Close your eyes and count to ten,
Trust me not to take your life.
I'm learning a language known only to us,
Each gasp, breath, and jagged promise
Creating a rhythm of love lost to others.
I wish to place a finger on your lips
Trace your face and kiss your jaw.
Just like the blind learning to see,
I'm creating a map for a world just for me.
I'll make a mark in your life,
You'll be forever divine,
Forever mine.
 Jul 2012
Kingafroninjaa
In the stillness of the night
There is no sound to be heard,
There is no light to be seen,
There is no love to be lost.

She closes her eyes for the last time, waiting.
Waiting for the soothing pitch in his voice to ring in her ears.
Waiting for that flicker of happiness to return to her eyes.
Waiting for his unconditional love for her to return.

Her subconscious drifts away, pondering.
Pondering on the missing words that has been so easily forgotten.
Pondering over the deception of adultery that has been caught in the act.
Pondering whether the love he had for her was authentic and pure.

In the stillness of the night,
The words have turned into a faded memory.
The tears dried and evaporated in the summer breeze.
The love floated away along with the rest of her soul to the heavens above.
Back from my hiatus
 Jul 2012
Kingafroninjaa
Even in the darkest of the night,
I can still remember those lips finding their way towards mine.  
We can barely see what's in front of us,
But yet our bodies are gravitating towards each other.
I'll let you guide my body into the night.
The darkness brings us together.
The darkness holds no fear.
The darkness conceals all flaws.
As the sun begins to slowly creep against the horizon,
He quietly leaves the sanctuary of her heart.
As the seconds of the morning sun ticks by,
He gradually becomes nothing but a dream of her imagination.
The light grasps the truth.
The light enhances the shame.
The light shows the scars.
I can still feel your warmth tingling against my skin.
It's time to wake up.
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