#rogue
WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT
in crimson breath i draw your image,
ruby rogue, apple temptation.
temptation, yes temptation.
GOD
I want to swallow you whole
and keep you in the pit of my stomach
I want to rip your skin open
and see your true face
I want to fuse my soul with you
even if it stains me red
Dear Rogue, come ****** my heart out
thief that you are, of my innocence
and my days of apathy
Color me, even in blood
For I would rather bear your mark
than remain an empty canvas
Dear Rouge, know you are the apple of my eye,
the source of my passion,
the greatest possession I have known.
Your image lingers,
I cannot resist.
I do not want to resist.
I want to float awash in your torrent.
And lose myself in it.
Cast my visage off like skin,
that we may be naked and kindred in exposure.
And hungry, still.
That we may devour each other.
Consume each other.
Consummate each other.
I want to **** your cherry.
Bad metaphor, I know, but such are the workings of passion.
I want to want.
And I want to want more. To covet.
For you I would sin and burn in elation.
So, R., what would you do for me?
I want you to steal my heart and claw it open till it bleeds a sea of rouge
Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 10:07 PM UTC
And how would you live your life?
When no rules exist, how could you be
Where would you check your views
To whom would you run for clues?
You lay rules for all life; to live
A grid line on what and how to be
Not an inch your ideals bend
And no broader your wits extend.
But I don't just mean that you're strange
Every reach in history builds your range
But break your limits for once,
Let your instincts run amok; advance.
Jun 7, 2025
Jun 7, 2025 at 11:22 AM UTC
Shame on that country as future history will show
what it had done to the world as it began to grow;
ignoring those standards of international laws
going about its own business unmindful of flaws.
Many of the other countries it shared borders with
had complaints to make against it that were in a pith;
related to its intentions towards them that seemed
to be hostile beyond those they apparently deemed.
The global community began to be alarmed
when that country's military build-up was armed
and ready to take on any other State around
that so tried to restrict it from gaining further ground.
Regarding itself as having gained the upper hand
in the area around most of the sea and land;
ready to defend its own interests and portion
by building fortifications as a precaution.
Together with a pandemic started on its shores
and allowed to spread abroad before closing its doors
hesitating to inform the world of the virus
that was going to infect people and to harm thus.
Done for economic and strategic advantage
as the virus has spread all over the worldly stage
pushing most countries into a recession these days
being reminiscent of old times the past displays.
It seems that the ball started rolling at the end of
a trade war between it and the U.S.A. to shove
that country and any other out of the way and
to show it also really had Trump's winning card hand.
One of its main objectives was to just gain Taiwan
an island country near its shores as part of its plan
having similar ethnicity but different
in political ideology it was bent.
The tables have been turning against it for a while
as the world now looks on at the extent of its guile
for those countries that've been affected will decide
what actions to take in curbing this rogue nation's stride.
A worst case scenario would be another war
if too many thresholds for either side slam a door
into each one of their faces as they'll test the throng
and spy on what the other's doing in case it's wrong.
In order to avoid such a dire confrontation
both sides must employ high level communication
in the field of diplomacy where it's most concerned
to resolve all those issues so the world won't be burned.
The situation above may remind us about
those preceding years of the second world war to flout
that mankind doesn't need to go down this road again
unless our life and survival on earth we disdain.
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Nov 10, 2023
Nov 10, 2023 at 8:44 PM UTC
the princess locked herself away
behind tall walls of grey
so no one could see her die inside
and she can hide behind her pride
the dashing rogue saw these walls
she wanted to explore its halls
she wanted to see every inch
and find out why she's so quick to flinch
the rogue found an ornate gate
but saw the lock and had to wait
but she's impatient to see her free
so she set out to find the key
she travelled far and wide
to where the dragon resides
at the top of the highest mountains
surrounded by deadly lava fountains
the golden key dangled from its neck
beneath wicked teeth that kept you in check
but the rogue devised a cunning plan
to get the key as quick as she can
with clever words, she tricked the dragon
to give the key without any nagging
so back down the mountain, she walked
to match the key with the lock.
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 9:13 AM UTC
Broken clocks fixing the time,
The elegists are singing the hymn.
The sky shedding its tears,
As for who will bear the bearer.
The ink is fading as the time is near,
The ticking of the clocks is all I hear.
Second-by-second, minute-by-minute,
Can't let them be my source of despair.
Running before time to end up straight,
Just to find it was written in the fate.
I hit them hard they hit me back,
Gained a moment, lost a million days.
Oct 9, 2019
Oct 9, 2019 at 1:11 AM UTC
How dare you
Pillager
Plunderer
Robber
Vandal
Thief
Lover
Mine
How dare you reduce me to rage
White hot and safe
Safe for my plate
From which I consume mounds of animosity
For the atrocity
For on that afternoon
I died
And I'm still not alive
Because of you
Because you were mine
You were my lover
My thief
My vandal
You robbed my heart
But then plundered my dignity
And pillaged my sou
How
Dare
You
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 2:51 AM UTC
I must put on that cloak
That ever so familiar disguise
Veiled only in lies
That has only ever made me choke
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 10:42 PM UTC
She dances like a diamond in the wind
And sings like a symphony of birds
She knows the ways of Magick
And how to Summon Shadows
with her words
Her blades are like a part of every limb they are attached to
A Natural-Born Performer
with Unusual Tattoos
In every town, she is found
Enchanting
The Raven-Haired Metal Maiden
Wilder Lore is always born all around her
But no matter where she goes, she never stays long
Silver Girl in the Circus of the Moon
The Song and the Dance & the Smile of Doom
A Jester of Death & a Friend of the Tomb
Silver Girl in the Circus of the Moon
Her Kiss of Steel, most deadly
As Swift and Silent as she is Serene
Seductive & Bloodthirsty
She Slays with Grace like a poison dream
One look can **** you faster than a dagger to the throat
But she prefers to Wage her Wars through the Sorcery of Notes
In every town, she is found
Enchanting
The Raven-Haired Metal Maiden
Wilder Lore is always born all around her
But no matter where she goes, she never stays long
Silver Girl in the Circus of the Moon
The Song and the Dance & the Smile of Doom
A Jester of Death & a Friend of the Tomb
Silver Girl in the Circus of the Moon
Red is the Color
Of the Lust in Her Eyes
Artistic Brilliance
In taking Wicked Lives
Young & Old
Lowborn or High
Of All who might Fight
None will Survive
One look can **** you faster
Than a thousand burning arrows
One song will make you hers
For better or for worse
One dance can mean disaster
Or a majestic miracle
She can be a Blessing
And she can be the Curse
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 3:13 AM UTC
I am like a rambling rogue
my happiness still homeless
and trouble an old stray dog
that follows me everywhere I go
misunderstanding must be my shadow
for it will not leave me alone
my mind is a haunted highway
and these bandits never pass me by
well I've drank from the trickle of entitlement
with its undercurrent of oppression
and I've wandered the lonely hills
and been lost in the valley of the found
I've camped in fields of foolishness
I've swam in the river of the ******
I've skinny dipped in self destruction
and seen reason buried in the ground
I've known madness a midnight blanket
that sinks in swifter than quicksand
sometimes with less sound
and every season it seems
that tragedy paints the leaves
and misery parts the clouds
and if I didn't know better
I'd say that old oak
was dripping not with sap
but with satire
and I know betrayal fills these seas
and the tides turn with nothing but unrest
and the winds sing of their unease
and if pain were the first flower of spring
it would bloom a little too often
and if the moon could hear me cry
I would howl at it no longer
and if the sun were not a spy
that gave up every day
to rise again so brilliantly
like a child that ran away
and if the sky did not weep with rain
with a thunderstorm for a stomach
and a lightning heart
for an enlightening soul
I then would be on my own
but these roads are paved with mystery
and I can't help but wonder
what the horizon holds
so I travel this realm with optimism
ready as my adventure unfolds
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 8:02 PM UTC
Worthless, hopeless. All alone.
A rogue wished to get gone.
He made it out of house at night.
Then one saw a raven in moonlight.
It spoke "One should come with me.
I know the place you'll call home, you see.
There is a village hidden in the northern ice.
Rogue live there in secret, and the place is nice."
So rogue followed the raven through the city.
And a forest they reached, covered in winter's beauty.
A woman waited for them out there in the snow.
And seven more teens came here. Also rogues, you know.
The woman began to dance. Wind have taken'em far away.
And they found themselves on an iceberg."This is Eupho. This way."
And woman guided them to a small house. And inside they found stairs.
Down they came. So they entered the city of Albino, and it's got many layers.
And so, there they live, hidden from world, with people weird just as are.
So many rogues found home here, as it's tunnels are big, ending to far.
And every single one of the rogues artist in this or another way.
And they live in balance, having their fun and sharing their art each day.
Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 9:53 AM UTC
We, are the forest's rouges,
We live here bandoned by those
Who we loved, but no more, of course.
We all have left our homes, searching for place
Where we'd live with out a pain to face.
And so at last we found the place.
Here in the forest live
In treehouses mostly we live
So no one, trust me, will make us leave.
Under the ground we have our shrine,
Of luck, of freedom, of moon, let'em shine!
Here we greet our new comrades each time.
And we perform our rites every night
As we dance, as we sing, as we fight
Our souls keep shining bright
The forest is surrounded by ruins of an ancient nation
It's magic is our never broken protection
Not a chance for the intervention.
Sometimes we give moon the homage
Get home and take out fearless revenge
As go on a bittersweet rampage.
Run away if you are where you don't belong.
At midnight come and find a golden rose yet the search might take long
Once you do tell a story and sing 'bout freedom a song.
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 2:56 PM UTC
Our thoughts of time travel
burnt-up when Junior
sang The Blues.
Foreign creature.
***** voodoo muppet.
His spaniel’s moan,
a call to mud,
digging deep like
“woo-woo-woo”
Smacking the past in the chin,
he dipped a laden lead melon
in a barrel of black molasses.
A slow lowering,
tender sinew slackened.
Unclawed-
the orb traversed his finger tips
nicking his nails on the way earthward.
The black drink parts then
floods back where it once was,
coating the cold round load
as it sank down below
the Mason-Dixon line.
Junior gurgled in slow-mo
dipped his Gibson
and stirred the stew,
made the black brew dribble over
the barrel’s shoulders
and puddle in the thick sticky
corners and cracks of
the Juke’s oak planks.
He fished it out then
-bladaplowplow-
-WHAP!!-
split that melon in half,
no knife, they used the trap,
then Junior took his break
to take a nap
in Baton Rouge.
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 4:53 PM UTC
I was born under stars of misfortune
I was raised by the beasts of the wild
I dwell in the cave of the shaman
I am known as Lucifer's Child
At ten years old did I first taste blood
At 15 I burned down a village
At 21 I was on the run
And today I **** and pillage
I live up in the mountains
A monster out on the edge
My heart is scattered across eternity
Black is the color it bled
My soul was bathed in the blood of my birth rite
Glow of God's Love, I've never known
So I choose to wander, a vagabond
And I'll die the way I was born - as a rogue
I'm the Emperor of the Fire
That devoured the valley below
I'm the lord of the funeral pyre
I bring terror wherever I go
I'm the Ogre from beyond
That watches from the stars
As this ugly world destroys itself
In a sea of blood and fire
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 2:44 AM UTC
Walking outside, what do you see?
I see the beauty of the world and how we're living in it.
The homeless begging for help and support, car alarms going off, people talking, running, music playing, trains, so many things going on around me.
Some at peace, some crying for help.
But where do you stand?
What is your purpose?
Love and Peace is what we need in this world. The way we live is, the life we choose...
Where do we start on changing our life?
When will we begin? When will we change?
I have to remind myself everyday, that things will change and there would be better days.
No one hears me, no one cares, I'm just alone in this dark world, where there's a word call FEAR..
Some don't say it, nor do they show it, but deep down inside we know it's there.
It takes so little for disaster to strike and turn somebody from a person who can give a hand to somebody that needs a hand.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 3:05 PM UTC