Submissions by Blake25
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The universe is your canvas
The mind of a killer
Painting a black
rainbow underneath
a falling sky, it's mist
consumes and eradicates
your last breath, your
last hope.
They pour the drink
you are forced to drink,
and feed the flesh you
are forced to eat.
Taught to be stupid, and
raised to be nothing,
what's left to do, except
make a noise so loud, fame
will hear you.
Your dreams will tell you what to do.
bang
bang
Congratulations
rainbow underneath
a falling sky, it's mist
consumes and eradicates
your last breath, your
last hope.
They pour the drink
you are forced to drink,
and feed the flesh you
are forced to eat.
Taught to be stupid, and
raised to be nothing,
what's left to do, except
make a noise so loud, fame
will hear you.
Your dreams will tell you what to do.
bang
bang
Congratulations
201 reads
15 Comments
Excuse me while I pleasure myself to your panties
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890 reads
7 Comments
Colorful
Born with three
nipples, and raised
on the black sabbath,
people have always
referred to me as "the
freak". I know I
can't hide, so I
willingly show
with pride.
All my life I've
tried to fit in,
and felt that
being an outcast
was a total sin.
But as I've grown
wiser, I've realized
that fitting in is
what I fear the most.
I'd rather be a
caged freak at a
traveling circus,
than another sheep in
the herd, trapped in a
world of hate, a
place where the word ...
nipples, and raised
on the black sabbath,
people have always
referred to me as "the
freak". I know I
can't hide, so I
willingly show
with pride.
All my life I've
tried to fit in,
and felt that
being an outcast
was a total sin.
But as I've grown
wiser, I've realized
that fitting in is
what I fear the most.
I'd rather be a
caged freak at a
traveling circus,
than another sheep in
the herd, trapped in a
world of hate, a
place where the word ...
121 reads
15 Comments
Consumed by the Dark
In a dimly-lit corridor,
a young boys
dark angel stands
before him, beckoning
him, like a temptress,
with arms wide
open.
Clothed in absolute
vile, yet blessed
with a frame that evokes
images of a Greek
Goddess, she's
the hell-on-heels
who takes
as she pleases.
Her eyes are
the window to
his soul, and
her heart is the place
where he takes refuge,
oblivious to the fact
that her motives are ...
a young boys
dark angel stands
before him, beckoning
him, like a temptress,
with arms wide
open.
Clothed in absolute
vile, yet blessed
with a frame that evokes
images of a Greek
Goddess, she's
the hell-on-heels
who takes
as she pleases.
Her eyes are
the window to
his soul, and
her heart is the place
where he takes refuge,
oblivious to the fact
that her motives are ...
144 reads
3 Comments
Fifty Shades of Me in You
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1365 reads
15 Comments
Boiling Point
Thoughts consume, eradicating my mind...
Body... Soul...
Save me from me.
Body... Soul...
Save me from me.
220 reads
16 Comments
Voodoo Doll
Young, vibrant, and
so full of life, Justina
was everything her friends
wanted to be.
Her brown curls flowed
elegantly past her
shoulders, and the
ripped-jean shorts
rode up her ass, like
nobody's business.
Very well rounded,
indeed, for she was
the captain of the
cheerleading
squad, vice president,
and a member of the
homecoming committee.
She had it all, not
that she worked for it or
anything. She had a rich Daddy
that bought her everything. Souped-
up Beamer, Louis...
so full of life, Justina
was everything her friends
wanted to be.
Her brown curls flowed
elegantly past her
shoulders, and the
ripped-jean shorts
rode up her ass, like
nobody's business.
Very well rounded,
indeed, for she was
the captain of the
cheerleading
squad, vice president,
and a member of the
homecoming committee.
She had it all, not
that she worked for it or
anything. She had a rich Daddy
that bought her everything. Souped-
up Beamer, Louis...
130 reads
8 Comments
X's, O's, and Bloody Roses
Your vibe is majestic, I
love drowning in you.
And the window to your
soul is like
a portal to
Never Ever Land. Young, full of
life, and so enchanting,
it brings light to a
dull and crowded room.
You're the angel in my nightmare,
and I'm the non-parallel sided trapezium
that you can't seem to fit in a conglomerate of
beautifully designed squares, which doesn't bother you-
you love me anyway.
Like a unique gem, you hold me so dear
to your heart, yet hide me from
the rest of the...
love drowning in you.
And the window to your
soul is like
a portal to
Never Ever Land. Young, full of
life, and so enchanting,
it brings light to a
dull and crowded room.
You're the angel in my nightmare,
and I'm the non-parallel sided trapezium
that you can't seem to fit in a conglomerate of
beautifully designed squares, which doesn't bother you-
you love me anyway.
Like a unique gem, you hold me so dear
to your heart, yet hide me from
the rest of the...
223 reads
12 Comments
BLEED OUT YOU SELFISH BITCH
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324 reads
10 Comments
Emo Love
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543 reads
15 Comments
Cheers to all the friends I have lost
All the great minds I
have come to
know are now consumed
by the unoriginal.
I choose not to look, for
the looks on their dying
faces seem very
pitiful.
Pen in hand, I work
endlessly, knowing
these words will
carry me out of the
middle world, a place
where I have failed
the people who
see through me.
I'm sorry, but a working
class hero is not something
I wish to be.
My friends think it's
unacceptable, but...
have come to
know are now consumed
by the unoriginal.
I choose not to look, for
the looks on their dying
faces seem very
pitiful.
Pen in hand, I work
endlessly, knowing
these words will
carry me out of the
middle world, a place
where I have failed
the people who
see through me.
I'm sorry, but a working
class hero is not something
I wish to be.
My friends think it's
unacceptable, but...
139 reads
13 Comments
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