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Cunning Linguist Feb 2014
Tentacles with impressive girth
From space, rain down to Earth
In furious flurry, *birthing

A new reign of terror*

Oy vey! Scream the globalist elite
Suspended in animation
As throbbing veins,
Snares, entangling
Penetrate their every orifice
Nonconsensually
So tell me, do you fancy octopus or squid?
http://en.wikipedia.org/
wiki/Tentacle_erotica
none Mar 2021
in my addiction
theres something sufficient

nonconsensually awake
brain noise on replay
with differences, and small voice pitches
enough to keep my eyes strung open

with a pain in my veins, heart pulled tight
as if gripped in a strangle hold
bones ache, flesh like a starving sponge
i cannot keep my eyes closed.

in that moment im terrorized, wishing for death-
but moments later it becomes
just another whimsical memory
"you made it through! good for you
can we please start where we left off?"

staggering through the early morning,
each moment is a fast camera shuttering
forgetting where i once was.
i cannot begin to catalogue each capture.
eventually i lose them all

in moments later, in a brief reprieve
i wonder
"cant you handle what you love the most?"
even as addiction kills me day after day
and the life i see is just a smudge
badwords Aug 12
Out of time, pantomime.
The Meister of innocuous rhyme.
A seed of what we cannot hold.
Fulfillment of stories told.

An idea.

Dangerous things.

A person, long gone.
A recurring song.
'Stoic' or 'complacent'?
Interrupt 'merriment'.
There is time better spent.

Watching grass grow.

There is something to be said.
For the decree of of the 'serene'.
Those people are dead.
We need something to 'mean'.

Lost and lonely, adrift, a storm.
Tired, fruitless; colors worn.
Nonconsensually born.
Ripped, tattered and torn.

Years ago, in a snow drift
To right a wrong was done amiss
A coward not worth a ****
Wants to dictate your status

— The End —