Submissions by self1nflicted
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
7th Feb 2012 11:16pm
7th Feb 2012 11:16pm
Malice
Once there had been
and still which remains
A little girls beauty
and all of her pain
Bat her eyes once
controlling was she
Could make the cold shiver
bring hard men to knees
Truth always quiet
ugly and all knowing
With her all seeing eyes
she seen man with loathing
Bounded was she
she sat in her prison
Came man after man
who sought out her visions
"How shall I die?"
"How shall my crops fare?"
Every greedy truth spoken
Not one she could spare
Her best friend, a blind...
and still which remains
A little girls beauty
and all of her pain
Bat her eyes once
controlling was she
Could make the cold shiver
bring hard men to knees
Truth always quiet
ugly and all knowing
With her all seeing eyes
she seen man with loathing
Bounded was she
she sat in her prison
Came man after man
who sought out her visions
"How shall I die?"
"How shall my crops fare?"
Every greedy truth spoken
Not one she could spare
Her best friend, a blind...
258 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Aug 2011 3:21am
27th Aug 2011 3:21am
Only An Airline Ticket Away (Explicit Continuation)
535 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Aug 2011 3:08am
27th Aug 2011 3:08am
The Chase
Can't sleep
Nothing is ever
Simple
Wish I could
finish the dream
fall back
asleep
and find out
if
you catch me
Nothing is ever
Simple
Wish I could
finish the dream
fall back
asleep
and find out
if
you catch me
147 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Aug 2011 7:39am
26th Aug 2011 7:39am
Lucid
My muse has green eyes
Like the absinthe that
Drove the mad poets of
The old centuries past
To their creative ecstasies.
Like the leannán sídhe
Inspiring my imagination,
To burn so fierce, so bright,
So it near consumes me.
I get lost in chartreuse,
In the sparkle of peridot
In the forest green...
Grass green...
Emerald green...
Absinthe green...
Of those eyes.
Like the absinthe that
Drove the mad poets of
The old centuries past
To their creative ecstasies.
Like the leannán sídhe
Inspiring my imagination,
To burn so fierce, so bright,
So it near consumes me.
I get lost in chartreuse,
In the sparkle of peridot
In the forest green...
Grass green...
Emerald green...
Absinthe green...
Of those eyes.
182 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Aug 2011 7:25am
26th Aug 2011 7:25am
Only An Airline Ticket Away
(collab of Shaman and self1nflicted)
Just a speech over an intercom
flying at 35,000 feet,
I can taste you through the updraft
A Remy Martin on the rocks
a glass of Merlot
and a piss or two, after that
A quick read through some magazine
advertising neck pillows and massage chairs
and how to get bigger in under a year
A fleeting fantasy of a quick fuck
with the smiling flight attendant
against the fake glass
of the cramped bathroom stall
A baby’s scream
with restless naps in between
A swift kick in...
Just a speech over an intercom
flying at 35,000 feet,
I can taste you through the updraft
A Remy Martin on the rocks
a glass of Merlot
and a piss or two, after that
A quick read through some magazine
advertising neck pillows and massage chairs
and how to get bigger in under a year
A fleeting fantasy of a quick fuck
with the smiling flight attendant
against the fake glass
of the cramped bathroom stall
A baby’s scream
with restless naps in between
A swift kick in...
278 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2011 10:37am
22nd Aug 2011 10:37am
The Villain
You're a splurge of insanity
You're a falling piece of glass
that refuses to shatter upon impact
and I find myself
cutting my fingers upon your surface
You're the reflection
of a poetic genius
Oh god
I've found myself holding back
the skips that my heart
tends to throw out
I've never witnessed a miracle
but you might just be it
You've sat perfectly still
and in your presence
I find myself waiting–
waiting for another
beautiful disaster
to happen
You're a madman, and I love that
I've caught myself staring...
You're a falling piece of glass
that refuses to shatter upon impact
and I find myself
cutting my fingers upon your surface
You're the reflection
of a poetic genius
Oh god
I've found myself holding back
the skips that my heart
tends to throw out
I've never witnessed a miracle
but you might just be it
You've sat perfectly still
and in your presence
I find myself waiting–
waiting for another
beautiful disaster
to happen
You're a madman, and I love that
I've caught myself staring...
163 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
18th Aug 2011 00:31am
18th Aug 2011 00:31am
Iron and Anger
I have no regrets
in the life I live
or who I have become
How dare you look down
your pompous nose at me
sitting in your cubicle
your 9-5 desk job
living the American dream
as if
I live any less.
My pity for you,
unlike your pile of
paperwork,
is running thin
Oh how you've never lived!
Your loathe for me
is really just
all the regret
that you live with
every day.
Be satisfied as I ink you
knowing you got under my skin
I'll just charge you extra.
in the life I live
or who I have become
How dare you look down
your pompous nose at me
sitting in your cubicle
your 9-5 desk job
living the American dream
as if
I live any less.
My pity for you,
unlike your pile of
paperwork,
is running thin
Oh how you've never lived!
Your loathe for me
is really just
all the regret
that you live with
every day.
Be satisfied as I ink you
knowing you got under my skin
I'll just charge you extra.
200 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
17th Aug 2011 7:02am
17th Aug 2011 7:02am
The fall
Blood spills from the bristles
of a brush that paints its canvas
Pints that once were living
have now piled up in waste
I think I'll paint myself a picture
The black and grey combine
I'm dining on the emptiness
I'll chase it down with wine
Light like a feather
I take breeze and ride it
until it dies
And dead like me
you'll never be
your life made well by lies
The clever disposition
that's torn me from my cloud
like evening falling on the sun
my body wears a shroud
Cover up the dead my darling!
Disappear the night...
of a brush that paints its canvas
Pints that once were living
have now piled up in waste
I think I'll paint myself a picture
The black and grey combine
I'm dining on the emptiness
I'll chase it down with wine
Light like a feather
I take breeze and ride it
until it dies
And dead like me
you'll never be
your life made well by lies
The clever disposition
that's torn me from my cloud
like evening falling on the sun
my body wears a shroud
Cover up the dead my darling!
Disappear the night...
159 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
17th Aug 2011 5:51am
17th Aug 2011 5:51am
Monster
I've found myself amidst the dark
in a mass of distorted souls
The bass interrupting my heart
a pulse more powerful than my own
Lyrics gripping my body
forcing me into dance
Neon strobes and black lights
hypnotize me
And as I give in
succumb to the sweet sublimation
that's crept under my dermis
I forgive myself
I embrace myself
all the flaws
all the ugliness
that make me this woman
Dressed up in fishnet
with a pretty corset
my slick black boots
stomping in time
to life
in a mass of distorted souls
The bass interrupting my heart
a pulse more powerful than my own
Lyrics gripping my body
forcing me into dance
Neon strobes and black lights
hypnotize me
And as I give in
succumb to the sweet sublimation
that's crept under my dermis
I forgive myself
I embrace myself
all the flaws
all the ugliness
that make me this woman
Dressed up in fishnet
with a pretty corset
my slick black boots
stomping in time
to life
211 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Aug 2011 6:29am
15th Aug 2011 6:29am
Blood Lust
How does it feel
when you draw the blade slowly
and ever so gently down my neck?
When you work your tongue up
the line of blood so sweet
up to where our crimson lips meet
And when you look into my eyes
My void
Do you lust?
Fingertip by fingertip
You inch your way down
to claw at my thighs
making music of moans and soft sighs
Oh how does it feel
Aroused by the sounds of death
sucking away at my every last breath?
when you draw the blade slowly
and ever so gently down my neck?
When you work your tongue up
the line of blood so sweet
up to where our crimson lips meet
And when you look into my eyes
My void
Do you lust?
Fingertip by fingertip
You inch your way down
to claw at my thighs
making music of moans and soft sighs
Oh how does it feel
Aroused by the sounds of death
sucking away at my every last breath?
376 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
12th Aug 2011 7:11am
12th Aug 2011 7:11am
Uncaring
A complain or thought
in my opinion
has no impact
I don't care about
your depressed days
so do the world a favor
and shut up
Your mindless pleas
wants to me
but I'll resist
attention caller... you
no
I will
not
feel sorry for you
you are fortunate
lucky
Plead no more
you have no sins
only a pathetic mass
called pity
and you are
the only one
who feels it
in my opinion
has no impact
I don't care about
your depressed days
so do the world a favor
and shut up
Your mindless pleas
wants to me
but I'll resist
attention caller... you
no
I will
not
feel sorry for you
you are fortunate
lucky
Plead no more
you have no sins
only a pathetic mass
called pity
and you are
the only one
who feels it
171 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Aug 2011 5:45am
11th Aug 2011 5:45am
Her Tribal Call
Will you lay upon the altar
and offer me your soul?
Just to see if I will snatch it
in a flash of lost control
Will you tease me with desire
that is ancient and anew?
Draw me in to share your pleasure
a hunger pure and true
Will you dare be my redemption
for my arrogance and fall?
That I might yet deserve to set
my compass to your call
Will you lay upon the altar
and offer me your soul?
Just to see if I will snatch it
In a flash of lost control
and offer me your soul?
Just to see if I will snatch it
in a flash of lost control
Will you tease me with desire
that is ancient and anew?
Draw me in to share your pleasure
a hunger pure and true
Will you dare be my redemption
for my arrogance and fall?
That I might yet deserve to set
my compass to your call
Will you lay upon the altar
and offer me your soul?
Just to see if I will snatch it
In a flash of lost control
160 reads
1 Comment
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