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neth jones Sep 1
i watched a movie today                                            
        and it made me think a lot about houses
what a threat they are to us                                       
                        how they tighten in on our fears
  and contain ***** hobbies
slyly       
    adjust our moods and personalities                             
                  tuning us to match their wallpaper
  their architecture  angling our minds                         
they make us fierce tail tiger chasing captives
presence extends                                                          
                      and we are for always on a leash of expenses                    
            leased out to the world   only for toil                                   

                 houses shelter us from the elements
so that we may lament                                              
                                          and carry our damage
like mourning  through generations                        
                             and fill them with rewarding
     gummy treats                                                                   

                                            what ugliness is made  
         without the weather to worry it all away
...anyway.. that's how i felt                                               
                             after i watched a movie today
Asmita Ray Aug 27
Your cold body drifts away
      Far from the hapless shore
              Far from my wretched hope
I once held so close

Your blood still stained my hand
No matter, how fast I ran--
Your ghost haunted my dreams, my reality
And warped it into a spectral entity.
Asmita Ray Aug 27
We played a game,
Where neither of us--tell a name
And yet, submerge in a ravine of shame.

We agreed to this perilous gamble
In a morbid hope of a beast to tame;

Which crawls beneath my skin
Set to devour everything akin--
       To happiness and love,
That was stowed away hidden
      In a secret trove.
Asmita Ray Aug 26
Waves of memories drift me gently,
Over the moon
Enclosed in a cocoon.
Of a great millennium, I didn't live to witness.
Lapping against soft and dark tress
Entwined with such a great message,
Which I truly fear to thoroughly address.

Oh! Whence it embossed a vignette on my bloodied crest,
Whilst I serenely retired to my nest.
A nest of sanctum from my sacrilege--
That the demons would merrily profess.
Hence, once again I--
Enshroud myself in a chrysalis
Meander far, far away
Into the cavernous abyss
Asmita Ray Aug 26
A strange feeling cages me
Clasping my heart and draining ichor
I claw at my throat,
To only find His presence, close.
Close to my black soul, close to my twisted mind of rogue
Carved and painted an ensemble of white lie
That I don't feel guilty to deny
Therefore, I spread my wings--I plunge in
For a parlous dive with a restrained cry
Egad! My wings are rotting and,
Death hath found me
No less of a thousand sins
Valentine Aug 21
The earth calls me home
Whistles my name and claps toward the woods
Her tangy voice rings through the elms
Suppertime is swiftly approaching

The world hides me under her tongue
Raining down saliva that burns the eyes
Deeper into her cave I dive
Acid bubbling down my throat

Nature collects my body
Another trophy placed in her burrow
Burying us all further and further
She sings hymns every day above our graves

And though we pretend this song isn't sweet
Humming along
We all fall into the pit
𝐕𝐕 Jun 3
Her hair, reminiscent of glass
Dusty perplexions, missing pearlescent marbles
She's a dream awaiting the arrival of the next writer
To speak of her story to the masqueraded creature
Posing as light to the dark universe she's encased in

She's the raging madness in her soul
Thrashing yet loving anyone who kisses her
Hidden love affairs, descending silhouettes
Leftover clothes tossed unruly; a decadent stench
Intrusive but polite to wilting foliage

Lip stains, droplets of blood, dislocated jaws
Time, unforgiving as always, punishes its victims
Misery coats her barely twinkling soul
The one who shatters her mirror
May forgive her to finally be free.
Kai May 5
O mistress, your gentle eyes were a warm angel’s song.
Your glazed almond skin was soft like a ******'s touch.
Bound me in chains of desire and sin in your love dungeon.
Your euphonic voice calls out to me like a raven’s tweet.

I licked my lips and pleasured my *******.
My face flushed like a thorny rose.
I reached out to caress her tendril twine of hair.
She whispered sweet nothings that filled the air.

O mistress! Our love is wrong.
In the heat of this forbidden love
we embrace the eternal night,
sharing a kiss in the moonless delight.

My body’s a canvas, craving her touch
I yearn for her sweet *******.
Pain and pleasure whips me to shape.
My love for her will always creep.

O mistress, come close to me.
Print your skin on my pale flesh.
Prepare me for my best nightmare.
Where you invite worship for this time.

You stab me with love like a swordswoman
and make art out of my darkness.
No demon or god can tear us asunder.
There is still beauty in this immoral hunger.

O mistress, I submit every ounce of my soul to you.
For you have your way with me for eternity.
The bellowing echoes of ****** rumors
will never take my love for you away.
For her <3
I know a little secret.
And guess what? It doesn’t go your way…
No need wasting your life being gay…
Never having to watch you,
You’re a hedon building your own grave…
Not even your hags can help you brave…
You know who you are, you rut.
Stalking me will never help you out…
Coming my way, get a curse, no doubt…
Narcissism egregious,
Where can you turn when you quit living?
To be nothing, no more forgiving…
Won’t be me to do you in.
Untold tarot knows death of your grin,
Seek while you can your ****** soul of sin…
Finally A’ Free XV
I seen you all before,
One too many times.
I fear not what’s in store,
While you hide the crimes.
Petty you, I shadows,
Your standard is failed.
Look up, there’s your gallows,
Dead bodies all wailed.
Your sins were never mine,
All in your dear head.
I no longer benign,
I already bled.
No more we are in sight,
Die alone your own blight…
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