Submissions by KittyFromHell
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write as a release of thoughts and emotions. I'm young and crazy... Addicted to the rebellious life but the angel on my shoulder keeps me in line... Sometimes. The little devil likes to win. Anyway. Check my stuff :)
Angry Sex
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Woulda Coulda Shoulda [?] Been
remnants of faded dreams
flash like animations
in my mind
halfheartedly they beckon
to me with tempting fingers
willing me to taste candy
that was snatched
from my hands
i cried then...
but now its like
an ice cream man
in a shiny black van
the promise is sugary sweet
but the reality
is life being
a motherfucking ass rapist
flash like animations
in my mind
halfheartedly they beckon
to me with tempting fingers
willing me to taste candy
that was snatched
from my hands
i cried then...
but now its like
an ice cream man
in a shiny black van
the promise is sugary sweet
but the reality
is life being
a motherfucking ass rapist
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Better Than Tylenol
look at me I will blind you
gouge out your eyes
and castrate you
you seep through my skull
i feel you within me
like the pounding
of a hammer
smashing into your nailhead
fuck your remarks
of ignorance and hate
tell me as you bleed out
you poor baby
are you sorry?
gouge out your eyes
and castrate you
you seep through my skull
i feel you within me
like the pounding
of a hammer
smashing into your nailhead
fuck your remarks
of ignorance and hate
tell me as you bleed out
you poor baby
are you sorry?
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f**k you writers block hehe
exploding in a tsunami
crashing like heavy, furious fists
pounding on a door
that was bolted shut
in every way
every direction
i shout like a baptist preacher
but with words not so holy
laden with C4 in my fingertips
i write in a blinding fury
imagining mushroom clouds
of atom bombs
obliterating my literary chains
ripping them from aching wrists
rubbed raw and bloody
from frustrating nights
shivering in cold sweat
as if from withdrawal
from prescribing my drugs
crashing like heavy, furious fists
pounding on a door
that was bolted shut
in every way
every direction
i shout like a baptist preacher
but with words not so holy
laden with C4 in my fingertips
i write in a blinding fury
imagining mushroom clouds
of atom bombs
obliterating my literary chains
ripping them from aching wrists
rubbed raw and bloody
from frustrating nights
shivering in cold sweat
as if from withdrawal
from prescribing my drugs
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To Shatter & Scatter
mind fuck the holes
of logic in my mind
spill the seeds
of controversy onto my face
spread me open
as if to rock me into my grave
jar the lids of unshed tears
to flow with ink
to mark my path
with warpaint scribbled awry
make me scream profanities
laced with taboo thoughts
to fill every comfortable bed
with the cockroaches
of a stale and stank society
let these words crawl
like a whore fucked cripple
to every house of God
to every concrete jungle
these filthy slaves have trod
of logic in my mind
spill the seeds
of controversy onto my face
spread me open
as if to rock me into my grave
jar the lids of unshed tears
to flow with ink
to mark my path
with warpaint scribbled awry
make me scream profanities
laced with taboo thoughts
to fill every comfortable bed
with the cockroaches
of a stale and stank society
let these words crawl
like a whore fucked cripple
to every house of God
to every concrete jungle
these filthy slaves have trod
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Be Gone From Me
bleach blonde hair
cigarette stained tears
tell me if you spread
your legs for me
what would i find there
would i find solace
buried between luscious thighs
or the fishing boat stench
of all your little white lies
would the heart beating
beneath those pillows of flesh
taste potent as 100 proof shine
or raunch like a week-standing
old mans urinal
would i find rumors
of steamy affairs
cloaked in the dark curtains
of those beautiful
clear blue eyes
tell me "babygirl"
if i...
cigarette stained tears
tell me if you spread
your legs for me
what would i find there
would i find solace
buried between luscious thighs
or the fishing boat stench
of all your little white lies
would the heart beating
beneath those pillows of flesh
taste potent as 100 proof shine
or raunch like a week-standing
old mans urinal
would i find rumors
of steamy affairs
cloaked in the dark curtains
of those beautiful
clear blue eyes
tell me "babygirl"
if i...
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In Death I Will Scream
laid as a sacrificial lamb
to the razor edge
of my muse
upon sticks and stones
i make my bed
where words
like bread crumb trails
led me into the darkness
the furnace that awaits
exhales ashen faces
bone upon bone
to gnash and rattle
before my delirious eyes
with rough scratchings
of charcoal cries
i etch my mark
for all to see
that look
and find
to the razor edge
of my muse
upon sticks and stones
i make my bed
where words
like bread crumb trails
led me into the darkness
the furnace that awaits
exhales ashen faces
bone upon bone
to gnash and rattle
before my delirious eyes
with rough scratchings
of charcoal cries
i etch my mark
for all to see
that look
and find
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i bleed your blood
you plunge my head
into a scalding sea
the waxen hell
that pools at your feet
you moan
you mourn
you scream
like a lost, wandering soul
in need of a redemption
that dances mockingly
on wispy clouds
fading into the mist
and dispersing in the wind
vocal notes are carried
far away on jagged wings
echoing off the stratosphere
with memories that
haunt you
torture you
cat o nine tails rivers
staining empathic tears
blood red
No clue where this came from but I like...
into a scalding sea
the waxen hell
that pools at your feet
you moan
you mourn
you scream
like a lost, wandering soul
in need of a redemption
that dances mockingly
on wispy clouds
fading into the mist
and dispersing in the wind
vocal notes are carried
far away on jagged wings
echoing off the stratosphere
with memories that
haunt you
torture you
cat o nine tails rivers
staining empathic tears
blood red
No clue where this came from but I like...
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Relapse
Forgive me my demons
When they are my kryptonite
When they cloud over me
In a lapse of judgement
And leave claw marks
That I cannot undo
When they are my kryptonite
When they cloud over me
In a lapse of judgement
And leave claw marks
That I cannot undo
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Don Your Schoolgirl Skirt
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Do They Dream Beyond Highschool?
In crisp morning air
Dusty aroma of that old pumpkin bus
I sat in the turbulent back
Keeping to my lonely self
Head bobbing to the music
Thinking of dreams
That were as scuffed
As the floors
That gyrated like dirty sub whores
Under my Converse, their J's
We clashed but we merged
In a sea of beige and blue
Hatred rolled off my tongue
For the attitude that came
With the stereotypical hood
They moved with jerky swagger
I moved with a purpose
Dusty aroma of that old pumpkin bus
I sat in the turbulent back
Keeping to my lonely self
Head bobbing to the music
Thinking of dreams
That were as scuffed
As the floors
That gyrated like dirty sub whores
Under my Converse, their J's
We clashed but we merged
In a sea of beige and blue
Hatred rolled off my tongue
For the attitude that came
With the stereotypical hood
They moved with jerky swagger
I moved with a purpose
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Home From Work
Caffeine clock has run down
Exhaustion runs through my veins
I stumble through the door
Feeling the cool fan air
As I strip away the sweat of the day
And wrap my bare skin
In the haven of a familiar comforter
Exhaustion runs through my veins
I stumble through the door
Feeling the cool fan air
As I strip away the sweat of the day
And wrap my bare skin
In the haven of a familiar comforter
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