Submissions by Blake25
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The universe is your canvas
Inside Of You
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f**k love
If we're taught
to love everything including
our friends and enemies
then what value does that put
on Love?
When someone says the word,
I see nothing more than
empty intentions and broken
promises.
Love has fucked us in
every shape or form,
yet we constantly
fiend for it, as though
it's the only sole
purpose of our existence.
We're taught to love over
and over again, until we
forget what the word
truly means.
Something used
so many times
becomes useless.
Love is blind
...
to love everything including
our friends and enemies
then what value does that put
on Love?
When someone says the word,
I see nothing more than
empty intentions and broken
promises.
Love has fucked us in
every shape or form,
yet we constantly
fiend for it, as though
it's the only sole
purpose of our existence.
We're taught to love over
and over again, until we
forget what the word
truly means.
Something used
so many times
becomes useless.
Love is blind
...
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Ding Dong Rape
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SURPRISE
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Trapped in me
It's only a matter
of time before he wakes up...
This time, I can't turn it
off.
The hand strikes midnight, and he's
ready to pounce. Unable to refrain from
giving in, I bow down, and he takes over
at a gas station in the middle of nowhere.
"Hello, miss, can you help me jump start my car?"
"Ummm, yea, sure, no problem. I got some cables in
my car."
Her fate lies solely in my hands.
of time before he wakes up...
This time, I can't turn it
off.
The hand strikes midnight, and he's
ready to pounce. Unable to refrain from
giving in, I bow down, and he takes over
at a gas station in the middle of nowhere.
"Hello, miss, can you help me jump start my car?"
"Ummm, yea, sure, no problem. I got some cables in
my car."
Her fate lies solely in my hands.
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Mr. perfect
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Backdoor
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Nice Guy Speech
"You're a nice guy, but..."
Those were the words
that fucked me in every
orifice, and the last words
I said before I slit
his throat.
Mounted on top of him in
a puddle of blood, contemplating
on how I will go about covering
my orgy of filth, and vomitting
on the chest I repeatedly
stabbed.
I take a match, some
gasoline, and burn the
remains.
Time of death
I can't remember...
I was too busy watching
Mr. Nice Guy die.
Those were the words
that fucked me in every
orifice, and the last words
I said before I slit
his throat.
Mounted on top of him in
a puddle of blood, contemplating
on how I will go about covering
my orgy of filth, and vomitting
on the chest I repeatedly
stabbed.
I take a match, some
gasoline, and burn the
remains.
Time of death
I can't remember...
I was too busy watching
Mr. Nice Guy die.
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Fill me
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I knew, I forgot, I remember
Together, we were
brilliant. Our love
served as the catalyst
that enabled our essence
to be untouchable,
unable to perceive,
and merely impossible
to fathom.
Like a game of chess,
you were the queen to
my king, and I was the
king to your queen.
Naked, sweaty, and entangled,
we remain inseparable.
You breathe down my neck,
and lay on top of me, as
I rub my fingers through
hair, the warmth between
your thighs tantalizing my
every last nerve.
Until The tick of the...
brilliant. Our love
served as the catalyst
that enabled our essence
to be untouchable,
unable to perceive,
and merely impossible
to fathom.
Like a game of chess,
you were the queen to
my king, and I was the
king to your queen.
Naked, sweaty, and entangled,
we remain inseparable.
You breathe down my neck,
and lay on top of me, as
I rub my fingers through
hair, the warmth between
your thighs tantalizing my
every last nerve.
Until The tick of the...
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Don't worry, my sister is a heavy sleeper.
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