"engorge" poems
I am the zombie of Tinkerbell
Her living corpse
Dress sparkles all faded
Tinkling like a broken bell
My fairy dust no longer brings children the gift of flight
But endows my prey with the curse of second life
That I may twice devour their
Squirming, wriggling,
Writhing, scriggiling
Flesh
Just the way I like it
With a wide dark grin across my face
Teeth stained with blood and broken into points
Eyes dim, dull, and hallowed
Skin sallow and torn by the fighters,
Who battle for their death
Combatting the loss of their dignity
I lure them in with stale illusions and sickly sweet snares
Torn wings are no match for swift feet, but I manage
Pushed onwards, pulled forwards by a need, urge
To devour, consume, and engorge myself
Again with tender meat
And imbibe upon the sharp lifeblood
Of faerie.
For I, am the zombie Tinkerbell, and I hunger.
It's dinner time...
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 9:08 PM UTC
Deep, Deep inside myself
something asking for help
Not from her or him
But from the one
who created this universe from none
Oh Allah!
my heart is regretful for what I've done
I've spent my life looking for fun,
forgetting that in just a blink of an eye,
I'll be gone
Allah !
you are the most forgiven
Please, forgive your sleeves
for what they've lost of their time
we all need to wake up
eager to make up
make up the time we've lost
by whatever it costs
Allah, through my pray,
show me the right way
Guide me all the day
to not feel that passion to stay
to stay in the life that is nothing,
however a way
a way to what you've promised us
once we commit ourselves to what you say
I surely know if someone goes to paradise
not by their deeds
but by your kindness, sympathy and nice
Otherwise, the hell will burn them, moreover engorge them as a starved person devours rice !
Once I fall in a mistake,
only your mercy toward your sleeves keeps me calm
and I feel you around,
shedding light on a way,
I can fix what I've done
I will be the happiest one
if you forgive me before I'm gone
and as a saying goes:
"as long there is life , there is hope"
So, please keep us gripping that rope !
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 7:32 PM UTC
I feel our hearts pulse
In a rhythmic sort of way
Matching our hips
As we ****** and sway
Hands laced together
Bodies closer than ever
You tell me I'm beautiful
While you're inside me
You tell me you're lucky
Luckiest guy in the world
As we're making love
And all my insides engorge
At the thought of someone
Thinking I'm beautiful
While they're penetrating my body
Rather, my heart
I kiss your neck
Your cheek
Your ears
Every square inch of skin
My lips can find
Because I've lost the words
Those words that say
Thank you
So I keep grinding
And swaying
And kissing
And moaning
And biting
Hoping you understand
How much I love you
Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 10:14 AM UTC
The title is simply
a culmination of my whims
like the whim that keeps me
glued to my screen
tap taping away
tap
tap tap
While my room looks like some monster's den
And I engorge myself on those chocolate almonds
My eyes grow hazy
As my waistline grows larger
The yellow light pierces my eyeballs
As I be tap
tapping
away
Dec 29, 2021
Dec 29, 2021 at 7:19 PM UTC
in the dark honey, the knees of bees and afterthoughts coagulate in burnt gold and warm blood.
the air is made of dander and random. the dog barks a virus you check for fleas. and the north star -
is violent. in the blemish of symmetry, the ruling class of ravens, flock to your discord,
they adorn your wretched gorgeous. they engorge the zenith
of your curse.
javelin happy, the stab behind the eye that sees too deep is delight's dagger !
the imminent ruse of a persistent Truth and an eternal Lie.
the Macbeth in your chicken soup.
and the Soup.
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 4:52 PM UTC
I hunger for your mouth, your voice, your skin,
And through the streets I slide without nutrition,
Silent, without a bite of bread, dawn disquieting me within,
I search the liquid sound of your feet at day’s fruition.
I’m hungry for your voice’s slippery laughter,
For your sunburned hands’ colored clasp,
I hunger for the pale shade of your stony nails, and after
Want to eat your skin as a ripe, sunburned almond’s rasp.
I want to engorge the sunburned rays of your beauty,
Your sovereign nose, up to your arrogant face,
I want to eat the slumberous slip of your lashes…
And hungrily I go to and fro, sniffing the shadows,
In search of you, to make your hot heart race.
I’m a cougar in the quiet of Quitratúe.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC
There is no fantastical world in which civility between us can exist. Civility, of course, being perceived in the sense that we can coexist pleasantly, without a romance topped with jaded raspberries and peppermint liqueur.
After a generous amount of sneezing and crawling and crying in the moonlight with half embered cigarettes hanging from our dripping mouths, I saw this. A grievous vision of Hank Stamper clawing at my back end, a still-life embedded someplace dark and dank, a cradle so forgotten and filthy that only a mother woven from dirt-covered cloth could love it. We built some ridiculous, disgusting house and made love in it. Day in, day out.
In the end our urinary tract infections infected our kidneys and became fatal when paired with the dysentery. I will always remember your name paired with dysentery, my love.
I promised myself endlessly that I was laying in such a softer settlement without you. Your reckless lifestyle was grimier than mine and our paths collided and collapsed with validity, I was sure of that. I am sure of that. However, it seems my insistence that I recover from you, brings with it some kind of ****** up honor to be dealt your way. Should I write a song about you? No, I'd soon hear it in your trapeze act. Should I make a film about you? No, the lead would be sinfully attractive and further engorge your rather large head. Should I write a book about you? Should I? Have I? Can I? I doubt you would see the honor here. In fact, if you were to look for anything other than consistent misuses of punctuation in my writing, I feel sure you would find solace and comfort and silence would soon follow.
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 7:23 PM UTC
Leaning against the rough bark of a mangrove
Piercing sunlight grinding into the tender layers of my eyelids
For sleep I would walk miles to darkness
Headed down a rabbit hole journey
Stars twinkling above the gazing set of my road weary eyes
A sea of diamonds lighting my way home
Pulsing vibrations connect me to the heart of the great mother
Her eternal intensity feeding our spirit
An ever spark of life
Omitted by a cosmic lotus bud
Constantly blooming bright and full
Reflecting our force of will in each heavy, buzzing cell
I want to be in the core, know it all
Not enough room inside this compact skull
Must expand, must evolve , escaping the tight confines of physical experience
My minds eye all encompassing in terrifying capacity
Engorge.
Saturated with the very idea of light
Too theoretically complex to keep a hold of
Sifting and drifting through corporeal fingertips, grasping
Wandering stardust vagabonds, becoming unattainable
Creating instead tiny flames inside my head
Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 10:32 PM UTC
Beauty arrest me.
Seep me through thy thorny sand,
engorge me in thy bitter-sweet poison,
consume me in thy blue light...
For you see -- you are my mansion --
invisible, unwritten of, unsearched for.
You are the gemstone of my navel...
For where I bid life good morrow is where you raise my maple.
And when I bid life good sorrow, you run the blood down to rest at the perch of my veins...
You are my gluttony, my yellow-orange pink sweet sun,
and my enveloping gush of irate fire.
You are my consensual plug of ire.
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 10:46 PM UTC
Why do we want to be read?
Is it just to feed our egotistic
fame obsessed mind?
To engorge and devour
positive criticism
like lustful hormonal
teenage boys
************ and whacking off
to every semi naked female?
Or is it to share?
To hope that somewhere
out there,
that there is someone that feels
the same way you feel.
That there is someone that sees
the same way you see.
and there is someone out there
that knows what your going through.
Because in the time that I've been alive,
I've noticed
For a planet with 7 billion people on it
it's really easy to feel alone.
I've learned
That if someone can hear you
it doesn't really mean he's listening
that if someone can see you
it doesn't really mean he knows you're there
that if someone can touch you
it doesn't really mean he feels you.
I've learned that whether
it be inches or miles
distance is distance.
It's all the same without effort.
And it'd be the same with.
I've learned that even if it's summer
even scorching hot
and the heat is making you sweat buckets.
It's all too easy to feel cold.
so for whatever reason
you're reading this
or writing this
or listening to this.
Keeping reading
keep writing
keep listening
keep looking.
Cause you'll find someone
Someone that can see with you
be with you
feel with you
and exist with you.
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 7:44 AM UTC
Restless
Wounded
Weary
Wild
Working
Waisting
Wasteful
Vile
Hunting
Hurting
Hungry
Guile
Soothing
Smothered
Sinful
Tried
Wouldn't
Willful
Could
Repeat
Shouldn't
Wouldn't
Revel
Met
Wonder
Wander
Meddled
Spawned
Common
Shuttered
Humble
Harmed
Careful
Calculated
Course
Drawing
Waiting
Last
Recourse
Homage
Engorge
Gutteral
Gainful
Grieving
menial
Spew
Dispatched
Dispassionate
Great
Aloof
Merry
Spoof
Wander
Willing
Youth
Cancer
Crevasse
Comfort
Pain
Cuckold
Credit
***
Steward
Swear
Sally
Forth
Slither
Sully
Glum
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 9:18 PM UTC
the wind whisked away the kite
with a whipping force abrasive to chill reddened cheeks
went away went away the kite flew free
saucy clouds white with ****** of whim
the airy attitude elevates the aesthetics
small fall eyes chris crinkling in winter weathering the biting air
hidden by a ski cap and sheepskin innocence
the white knuckle grip shadowed by the fluttering fragile flurries
white the purest closeting the sadness at home
between father and son
love unrequited
engorge on the winter scene
but do not venture near
for families are the greater fear
not a crack will you see in day
and o' they do go out and play
but tarry neither close nor far
pretending supernova star
for they are safe to watch to learn
because all families end in turn
the dark winter sphere gorges
at any shine found so gorgeous
mood reflects a cold solstace glow
happiness you are struck down low
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 3:15 PM UTC
in my mind
all i really
wanted
was mind enough
to say no...
and yet
as i had knelt...
and as i had pleaded..
all i could ask for
was ignorance
and all i could say
was thank you
for all the venom---
still
it
feels just
a little bit sad
i couldn't
ask for more...
more drops
by
drops
wishing
wanting
waiting
washing down
falling
even deeper
ever faster
intoxicating
sating myself more and more in this
scrumptouos feast of more and more
and with every single mouthful
i take in
my appetite begs for more and more
yes
i am a wolf.
the lowest of the low
in a tripartite soul.
and i can't help
but fill myself up
no matter how much
i weigh myself down.
i just want more.
more of bullets
for every single word you say
more of icicles
for every single awkward touch
more of daggers
*for every single glare you look me
down with*
more of poison
*for every single lie you make me swallow
forcefully down my own throat saying
that you've always been true*
more of you...
*for every single night i waste
away lying wide awake lying
to myself about not regretting
every sound i taught, trained
my tongue to incarcerate until
you were no longer there to listen*
more of flames.
*the feeling i get whenever you
quench my burning aching hunger.*
more of flames
*that blazing glimmer i become
when everyone looks at all my
scars with disappointment.*
i want more of flames.
and i just want to burn it all down
along with you.
and then
i'd happily engulf myself
engorge myself
on all our
shared
pain
and
misery
knowing that no one will ever
knowingly share anything else with me...
let me bask
at least one last supper
in the blissful toxin
of our cannibalism
and one last time
we'll cast a miracle and
burn
in the gluttony
of our lustful intersuffering
drowning drunk
from the deathly fermentation
of our own flowing blood
knowing
we'll never again
have to wake up
with a killer of a hangover tomorrow.
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 6:43 AM UTC
i never knew missing someone could hurt this much, and i shouldn’t even miss you, since you’re still standing right in front of me. i just don’t want you to waste all the best of you in drama and i think it’s just that i miss the drama free-not infatuated with other girls-same old you and it ******* ***** that awful feeling in my stomach is the contradictory emptiness that i spill my ink to all the time, it’s so overwhelming that i want to reach down my throat and grab my small intestine so it will burst and hopefully engorge me with something more pleasant than complete destitution.
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC
Greeting the skies as
The fires arise,
We contribute our own,
Burn them down, to the bone.
And as zephyrs are hurled
‘Cross the heavens unfurled
We abandon our
Persistent Friend;
Leave him deep in the Dark,
Where the World
Won’t distend.
As Enraptured Eyes
Drink velvet skies
And rockets soar
Within,
We paw at the heavens
In sixes and sevens
Dragging them down
To engorge us within.
We build our own logic
In towers of toothpicks
And laugh as it crumbles
Into clarity.
We scatter its ashes in
Serpentine splashes,
Cresting drunken peaks as we
Shimmer like freaks.
Giddy we run, with palms
Full of sun, falling to nature’s
Verdant embrace.
Through swords of green
We join at our seams
Rising and falling,
Our sanity stalling, as we
Lustily chase what we seek.
And at the dying of the day,
We linger, happy, small and fey,
Reeling and ponderous
Sated, and wondrous
as sun cries its light
through the leaves.
Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 12:02 AM UTC
I take a look home,
The title itself it quite ambitious
But unbelievably apt,
That's where the poems lie
The stars I follow all reside there
Burning with the brightness that only
Can be brought with proper wordplay
And thoughts most fine.
Sentence structures verging on infinite
or broken
Or infinitely broken
Dot the websphere
And tingle the senses
What was once a lack of ambition
Becomes the opposite
Just by being "home"
I can feel the poetic energy coursing
I've yet to read,
But I cannot wait to engorge my mind
With the beauty, eloquence, and raw-ness
That is interspersed within the typed thoughts
Of writers who just want to share their voice
I love being home
And, with my time there,
I will journey inside the minds of others
I have been away for far too long
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 11:19 PM UTC
Vibrant Vivre
Vivaciously Vibing
Vines like Vices, stalking
Slippery as Serpents
Sensuously
Engulfing
Light into Darkness
I'm Yours now to Keep
How will this ******* Bind Me or Blind Me,
or Bond Me to You?
Will it be Mutual, Consenting
Or Master to Slave?
Who is Predator
Who is Prey?
I could
Engorge
Expand
Explode
Thread shredding Vine
Into Wine Dripping Bliss
Veins seep leaking
Succulent Juice
What once was mine
Was once Stimulating You
The Other Alternative
I'd rather not Pursue
I like the Heat
Cause this Write is a
Freak...Aaaahhhh
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC
Tonight I watched young Kirsten Dunst get her baby neck ****** by two fully grown men on camera and it was done in the name of art. And if not art, money. And if not money, control. The painter and the profiteer want the same thing. So go Hollywood consume youth to produce martyr material madonna / ***** **** clones. So go cutting edge auteur headfirst for prestige with beans in full exposure as you cock-stuff and engorge those ***** throats with your muscular masculine meat sword. Tonight I watched Corey Feldman become the thing that men made and felt the shudder as he realized it's been over, baby.
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 1:35 AM UTC
You make me so giddy inside
nervous like
a warm runny egg.
You are so respectful
of boundaries
which has left me
wanting so much more.
You are a conundrum
always looking, looking, looking
at me causing blood to
flush my round cheeks.
I want to bone your firm ***
and make you ***
till kingdom come.
Cream your pants
and come undone.
You make me so churlish
all writhing inside with
a heavy licentious
attitude equating to
the silent space
between us where
nothing is said
and our eyes meet
but words seem to
stick in my
tarnished throat
choking up
on all those internal
sultry soliloquies
trapped tight
in my esophagus
wanting desperately
to venture forth
through tantalizing
whispers of the heart.
And somehow
I break through
that anxiety
and pour my soul
into your open arms
and you release me
making my fears dribble
out all over my pants and
all over my cheeks
in tears of joy.
You make me anxious
when I'm **** naked
and antsy like string beans
peeling their skins off
to reveal tiny round
little green seeds
not unlike peas.
You make my plant stems
and flowers engorge.
You make the sunlight
within me adored.
You are so kind and careful
by the way you carry
yourself full of warmth
and confidence and balance
and I feel an inability to express these physical desires seeming
endless in their tidings.
I always seem to keep my
****** secrets to myself
because they are bottomless
and embarrassing beyond belief.
But your words seem to
release me and so finally
I can speak.
You are so open and sensual
by the way you observe me
and I find myself burning
alive inside
my guts all squirming
in loose knots
trying to unravel
these trivial thoughts.
Still wanting to leap
the distance and smother
you with wet kisses
my body is burdened
by natural urges.
These animal instincts
that venture on purges.
You make me so lascivious
by nothing of your
own accord
by the way you look and gaze
deeply into my eyes
for moments at a time
never ending
this joy is never ending
but secretly
I wish I could open you up
enough to hear your
******** screaming.
I wish I could satisfy
your insatiable need
and be able to pleasure you
instead of you pleasuring me.
This relief is somehow firm
and I've done a lot of freeing.
I ache to see your face
aroused and flushed
by something I'm not seeing.
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 3:19 PM UTC
It is the summer of my seed
My time to taste the fire
A nest of kisses, lit by the summer moon
I lay in the shadows of the grass
My champagne hair rests into your lap
The river murmurs with peace
Your body like a maze that my fingers graze
You entice me, your desire is not unheard
It is the harbor of me that you will enter
Your hands are rugged, yet your delicate
Shuddering with fear of the unknown
Feeling my pelvis tighten
You smell of refined honey
You induce waves into my spinning mind
Fevered, desirous twists and enrich
Your fingers glide across my craving *******
My pink buds rise with your kiss
Savoring every profound trail you embark upon
Every layer you discover intoxicates me
Aching with a frenzied hunger
Placing my fingers I fidget and skim the forbidden
I explore your arousal
I follow the curve of your arch with my ***** lips
I stir over the head of your manhood
Rotating and circling I feel you widen
Becoming devoted and curious I increase my speed
I engorge and drink your ecstasy
Trembling as you ******
Aching to infuse me with lovers perfume
You lay me down ,alluringly you nip at my thighs
As I covet for your introduction feeling hypnotized
My flesh awakens, as my petal grows
Your tongue flutters across my silky spot
I'm breathless and anchored
Euphoric gratification embraces my body
You ease filling the inside of me
We blend together
Your manhood encounters my blossom
I inhale as feverish luster takes over
You caress the curves of my back
I moan with pleasure
As we discover one another ,we are the echo of our youth
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 2:59 AM UTC
Lend whisper... Freedom!
See how she lies.
Her militant thighs
Smeared in honourable discharge
Nearly rotten to the core.
Lend ear! A Kingdom!
Tales of bread rich as flesh
Wines, bled fresh
From vineyards built upon stars
Which the feeble engorge.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 2:00 PM UTC
I hear the lark, said Alice,
it sings in my ear like an
angel’s voice, brings me
pleasure in my darkest
hour, plays in my mind
like an echoing dream.
I see the morning sun,
its beams dance at my
feet, swirl around like a
child at play, my eyes
rejoice at the sight I see,
dread the thought of
blindness in some new
day’s gift, push away the
ideas as if they were flies,
push all away like one fulfilled.
I smell the lily’s scent, its
aroma brings me out in a
rash of joy, its smell invades
my nose like a vanquishing
army, opens me up to the
pleasures of smell, makes
me want to sniff forever,
drink in until my head swims,
my sleep recalls the aroma’s kiss.
I feel my lover’s fingers along
my flesh, sense his skin smooth
along mine like a skater on ice,
like one sliding across a polished
floor, the fingers caressing like
a butterfly’s touch, tickling to
laughter, fondling until my voice
says, ah, don’t stop, fill me up,
squeeze all on until the final drop.
I breathe the wind’s breath,
inhale the morning’s freshness,
the air of angel’s exhalation,
my lungs take in like a greedy
girl, sup in each particle as I
dance along, remembering now
the air of summer, the filling
of my lungs like a fish the water,
opening my lips in a happy song,
my voice singing across an open sea.
I taste my lover’s tongue touch
mine, feel the tongue and mine
in dance, lick and lick until the
pleasures erupt, the places engorge
and swell, I taste the saltiness
of my lover’s *** the sweetness
of the heavenly hive, the tongue
swimming along my lover’s thigh
and arm and on and on, my taste
buds explode into a rainbow of
colours, my tongue feeling like
a snail’s flesh, moving and sensing
until my mind says, No more, no
more and I hear the waves of dark
depression surge in on my shore.
May 10, 2012
May 10, 2012 at 2:09 AM UTC
arms stretched out
your presence falls to dust.
clinging to lost particles
essence blows to the wind.
Never mine alone
your hot breath whispers
nape of neck scortched
tendrils embrace fragile frame.
How could you?
callous manipulation
your earworm hypnotized
siren's song to keep me at sea.
*****
satisfied by legs sprawled wide
predatory habits
engorge on sickly perfume
latte skin prefered
Why her..?
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 2:35 AM UTC
To abstain is divine
From the cow
To the swine
No ****** hands
Let them be............
Despite what you said
I still love the red
The flesh to engorge
Sweat through
The pores...............
You are free to do as you will
Nature will swallow
The bitter pill.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 12:28 PM UTC
prise me apart
part by part
ravenous
carnivorous
engorge me, devour me, engulf me
delectable bites
dripping with greed
dripping in fluid
smudge it in
prodigious prophecy
draw me close
like the moon around the earth
every path leads to this grotesquely gorgeous display of body
smother me for I don't need to breathe
make me limp with longing
not so silent scream
twist me, turn me over, make me bleed
make me ooze lust
a burning only for your touch
my dear
make me love you
KG
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 5:29 PM UTC