Submissions by Blake25
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The universe is your canvas
Never to be seen
With eyes that are fifty
shades of dark and blue,
she is beautifully complex,
without reason.
Each day is a new day,
new mood, and different
color.
Black being
the feeling of hurt
and spite, and blue
being the warm sensation
that causes her to feel
cherished and loved.
Each word that escapes
her hidden desire...
shades of dark and blue,
she is beautifully complex,
without reason.
Each day is a new day,
new mood, and different
color.
Black being
the feeling of hurt
and spite, and blue
being the warm sensation
that causes her to feel
cherished and loved.
Each word that escapes
her hidden desire...
183 reads
12 Comments
May I cum inside?
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1212 reads
22 Comments
The Game
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484 reads
8 Comments
Silent Screams
You sit alone,
reciting your favorite
lullaby, sweet angels tearing
their wings against
a hate-manifested thorn ,
knowing the pain that they
have shall become reborn, in
hopes that others will mourn.
Tensions are flared and you become
scared, watching your
tunnel vision fill with sorrow
and self-hatred, as the
youthful spirit within you
becomes sedated.
Dreaming of your blood trickling
down, hoping you wake up ...
reciting your favorite
lullaby, sweet angels tearing
their wings against
a hate-manifested thorn ,
knowing the pain that they
have shall become reborn, in
hopes that others will mourn.
Tensions are flared and you become
scared, watching your
tunnel vision fill with sorrow
and self-hatred, as the
youthful spirit within you
becomes sedated.
Dreaming of your blood trickling
down, hoping you wake up ...
148 reads
5 Comments
What they don't know about her
Like a princess, she sits
alone in her decadent
castle, with brilliantly
sculpted pillars, and an
enchanting fountain. It's
spout shoots so high it
can touch the sky.
But in a dark solemn silence,
she sits alone,
feeling numb to the
very core.
No emotion, no love,
she is like a dove, stripped
of her wings and forced to eat the
food that is handed to her. Her
angelic eyes say it all, for they seem...
alone in her decadent
castle, with brilliantly
sculpted pillars, and an
enchanting fountain. It's
spout shoots so high it
can touch the sky.
But in a dark solemn silence,
she sits alone,
feeling numb to the
very core.
No emotion, no love,
she is like a dove, stripped
of her wings and forced to eat the
food that is handed to her. Her
angelic eyes say it all, for they seem...
185 reads
10 Comments
A bad trip and a lost friend
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257 reads
11 Comments
Bound to please
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860 reads
16 Comments
Like it was your first time (Modified and updated version)
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662 reads
8 Comments
Like it was your first time
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444 reads
2 Comments
Rebel Love
Your logic perceives
me as your biggest mistake,
but your heart
speaks differently, for
it craves the chocolate
flavored romance.
Each burning passion
leaves this chocolate smoldering
hot to the very core, melting at the
sight of your burning lust. Two young
hearts with similar intentions,
and what are
feelings, without emotions?
If your Dad heard, he would go in for
kill, but you, my dear, cannot refrain, for
you love the thrill.
Your fear and remorse makes
me want to hold...
me as your biggest mistake,
but your heart
speaks differently, for
it craves the chocolate
flavored romance.
Each burning passion
leaves this chocolate smoldering
hot to the very core, melting at the
sight of your burning lust. Two young
hearts with similar intentions,
and what are
feelings, without emotions?
If your Dad heard, he would go in for
kill, but you, my dear, cannot refrain, for
you love the thrill.
Your fear and remorse makes
me want to hold...
238 reads
10 Comments
Black Veil Mistress
You touching me with
unyielding passion lingers
in my dreams, but
nothings as it seems.
Our precious times remain
vivid, but here
I lay awake lonely and fucking
livid.
In this bed,
memories continue to run
rampant through my crazy head.
Rough sex, loud cries, soft moans,
leather restraints
whips,
ball gag,
And the rope burns,
lying dormant at the ends of
both wrtists. But, what
I missed the most? YOU and
your fucking MISERY.
So empty and
so unclean,...
unyielding passion lingers
in my dreams, but
nothings as it seems.
Our precious times remain
vivid, but here
I lay awake lonely and fucking
livid.
In this bed,
memories continue to run
rampant through my crazy head.
Rough sex, loud cries, soft moans,
leather restraints
whips,
ball gag,
And the rope burns,
lying dormant at the ends of
both wrtists. But, what
I missed the most? YOU and
your fucking MISERY.
So empty and
so unclean,...
358 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Blake25