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big stud in svweet moobeast leather porks the feminism out of hotheaded jade. #poetry #erotica #nsfwv
Sometimes I remember your smile I remember how we were like I always hated your lusus Cruel and strict You were kind Sweet You were so sweet I wish we didn't end up this way I wish you were okay We spent so much time together When did we become worsen off? I dont know if to cry or not Never thought it would be like this I miss someone who was too weak for this place He lives But we are both different Reminiscence of before It feels like a tear I want to love you like I did I want to not feel scared It is hol...Read more
Sugar stars One Two Three Collecting like pages Another for the collection Four Five Six "Love" as little stars If I collect enough Will I understand it? Seven Eight Nine It doesn't matter I'll keep these in a jar "Love" is sweet Is it not? #writing #poetry
Blasphemy on my tongue Blasphemy in my thoughts Blasphemy like the river of blood Aren't you ever so divine? Looking down upon us all like nothing Meaningless gears in a machine Nothing but maddening madness As I grasp at straws for understanding Nothing but a blight is what I want to be Nothing but a blight is what I need to be Oh if I was a blight I would be the worst that I could be If I drive myself insane- I'll drag you down with me As I won't stop until I see agony upon you. As blasphemy on my tongue Blasphemy in my thoughts Blasphemy like the river of blood Discont...Read more
(conversing a-at the p-paldrons) (speaking s-softly and n-not often) (attitude f-forgotten) (in b-between silent d-dreams) (#poetry)
Mother may I? Mother Oh Mother May I join you please? I promise to be good Mother may I? Oh Mother may I? I swear that I'll be good Mother mother Please I promise I'll be good Mama Is my writing good? I tried to be like you If I do it better Will you love me more? Mama Mama Do I have to see her alone? She scares me Mama Mama I learned to sing Do you like it? Mother Mother I promise I'll be good I won't break anything May I come with? Mama please I'm good i swear Don't abandon me Don't leave me alone If I learn how to sing bette...Read more
Quiet as light As loud as thunder As tall as a tree As small as a squeakbeast As large as a dream As proud as a noun As buzzed as a bee As bold as a melody As brave as a fool When I'm bloodie I swear that I swear that I am holy That it is salvation For ichor flowing is a blessing Is it not alike to messiashs? The accursed blood that spills Holy as it can be Is it not? Worship her feet like dogs ...Read more
I am born into the rain And with everything to gain Do you think I am to blame For adoring the insane? Then once parting from their course I am killed without remorse Yet again their cruelty scores And again the cold rain pours But still, little do they know That autumn is soon to go And so with it will my woes For I rather like the snow #poem #poetry
She sees the worlld with sunkissed eyes I take shellter in the bllackest shade. Her words so soft, breathing gentllest sighs She soothes my mind, I rest my bllade. Her smille so kind, her heart so wise Composure tremblles, my heart is swayed. Clloseness to her, the llight denies My true devotion, by fate forbade You are my sunrise #Poetry
Someone who is vibrant I have wanted to be as vibrant as her Jealousy is ugly I have always enjoyed those of those shades As bold as a noun Colorful in ways I never pictured Brighter than life That is why I always wanted I don't mind if I'm not I want to be close enough to feel their warmth That is enough Orbit around such shades I'll be okay then #writing #poetry
" Bloodlust and joy at pain What a worse mix than that? I don't want to be hated I'll bite my tongue if you want I'll bleed I'll pray to something I never believed in- Will you love me if I bleed? Nobody will ever love me like they should If I beg on my knees If I beg If I beg Will you give me something? Give me Give me something Give me something I know I don't deserve it I know my efforts are for not I know as I beg Give me something as I love you I love you so Give me anything If I break my horns If my bones break If I do what you want Will you love me back? But ...Read more
At times I forget kindness Kindness feels fuzzy As fuzzy as an dandelion It feels sickening Kindness without merit It feels like illness An infection Suffocating Nothing but vile rejection I want to embrace the fuzziness Maybe I'll die I might not mind it If it is this comfortable #writing #poetry
Head vacant of thoughts. You are just an idea. A true blank canvas. #Poetry
At times In the quiet There is thoughts Bitter and hateful, Harsh and cruel Golden and hopeful "Gold" To be golden is to shine A soft metal that is valued much more than anything else I always despised gold Gold like chains around my neck My hopes, my dreams Drowned in gold Gold to flatter the past I wished that I didn't cling To tradition To memeories To careless thoughts To the many things Is the Sun golden crimson? I wish to see it Sta...Read more
#poetry #poem #quote #horror #gore #violence #murder #obsession happy and proud; at last i knew porphyria worshipped me; surprise made my heart swell, and still it grew while i debated what to do. that moment she was mine, mine, fair, perfectly pure and good: i found a thing to do, and all her hair in one long black string i wound three times her little throat around, and strangled her. no pain felt she; i am quite sure she felt no pain. -porphyria’s lover by troll robert browning
#poem #poetry #quote #gore "her eyes have feasted on the dead, and small and shapely is her head, and dark and small her mouth," they said, "and beautiful to kiss; her mouth is sinister and red as blood in moonslight is." then poets forgot their jeweled words and cut the sky with glittering swords; and innocent souls turned carrion birds to perch upon the dead. - the rainbowdrinker by troll conrad aiken
Dark, brooding, quiet. With portraits of your visage, I stare intently. #Poetry
Cute bows, heart of steel. A balled fist dressed in white lace. We all see you're scared. #Poetry
Eyes blue like the sky, She's the very sun itself. But all suns must set. #Poetry
Alone in this world, Existence, an illusion, I brandish my pen. #Poetry
I find your visage slipping from my memory, little by little. I’m slowly forgetting your face. Like mist that loosens from the morning air, your features fade where once they lingered still; a softened echo draped in quiet care, now drifting past the borders of my will. Your eyes—once constellations I could trace— grow dim, uncharted in the dark of thought; your voice, a song I swore I’d not misplace, now hums in fragments I can’t fully caught. I reach for you in corners of my mind, but grasp at shadows thinning into none; what once was vivid, warm, and well-defined unravels gently, thread by...Read more
wiife so warm warm warm wiife wiife so warm she change my liife #poetry
LESS THAN NOTHING. IS HALF OF EVERYTHING. VOID. THAT WHICH IS UNKNOWN. IS ITSELF UNKNOWN. DOOM. RULES MUST EXIST. BEFORE THEY CAN BE BROKEN. MIND. THERE MUST BE A MASK. TO IMPLY THE FLESH. RAGE. LIMITATION BEGETS CREATIVITY. BLOOD. WHAT USE IS THERE FOR A KEY? WITHOUT A SHACKLE. TIME. TIME IN TIME. OUT OF TIME. IT IS TIME. YET THERE MUST BE A TIME AND A PLACE. FOR TIME. #POETRY @justMonika
body ====================================== t)(ere is love inside you it flows freely and slowly soft warm smoot)( wet and it keeps you alive surely, t)(ere is love inside me but it runs cold and quick s)(arp cut clean slice long since burned at t)(e wick, w)(at will it take to know t)(e love t)(at keeps you goin enviable and yearnin in bot)( want and need i need to know )(ow to twist on in and break t)(at flow of love you so effortlessly lead i rip you open in your body wit)( my )(ands, in your guts feel t)(e love inside you your veins, i tear, it comes out t)(e joy t)(e wa...Read more
⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔ ˚₊‧ ꒰ა ペチャクチャ文芸部 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔ 🌸・ ʚ 第一回会議 ɞ ・🌸 Hello! Quite a bad look to be late to my own first meeting, isn't it? 😅 Well, you know what they say: better late than never! So, thus marks-- 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑬𝑪𝑯𝑨 𝑲𝑼𝑪𝑯𝑨 𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑬 𝑪𝑳𝑼𝑩 𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑴𝑬𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮! I decided to rename this version of the Literature Club to suit the new Chittr-format. This isn't a dating simulator, so rather than Doki Doki, it's now Pecha Kucha, which is the onomatopoeia for mildly annoying chitchatter. Fits much better, don't you think? ...Read more
Here - we go - ... - It got - a bit - darker than - I meant to - Sorry > ---- Knots are confusing So very many types The silliest names for them Frayed Knot Overhead Knot Square Knot Sheet Bend As many types, As the stars I wonder If I tied one over my throat Would that be enough? Enough to exist I should do more If I tie it enough Will I stop Will I be fixed? I can feel th...Read more
The halls settlle with sillence still My hands rest upon the windowsill Memories stir upon the mind The heart yearns for what it shall not find The absent knock upon my door And llonelly footprints upon the shore #poetry? My first, most amateurish attempt at western poetry. This is, admittedlly, more embarrassing to share than my usuall fare, for I can recognize it as unrefined at even first gllance. Which means that sharing at the llesser active hours of this website gives small rellief, at the lleast. I do hope this vullnerablle and unskilled displlay is not picked apart too harshlly. It is not ...Read more
Moons The Moons are Bright The Moons watch from the sky It is strange My mind tugs at the seams A tapestry that is woven The freckles of distant lights The green unnerves me Unnatural It feels much like whispers The whispers in my thinkpan Something is there I can feel the freckles against my pan The moon is too green It has always been green It unsettles me It reminds me I can feel it against my eyes It is not natural There are eyes watching There is eyes ...Read more
TEARS!!! TEARS FALL DOWN MY FACE!!!!!! TEARS FALL DOWN MY FACE WHEN...I DON'T GET THE PULVERIZED REMAINS OF THE HIGHBLOOD CEOS THAT IMPLODED IN THAT SUBMERSIBLE!!!!! TEARS!!!! TEEEEARS!!!!!! #POETRY
"abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss" -troll paradise lost #quote #poetry
to see virtue in someone within a world so retched . . . alternia rots trolls from the moment they're hatched, yet there she is, a rarity, something so pure, so soft in the face of the harsh reality around her. she drifts through this land of death and decay, calming those who are returning to nothingness, decomposing with flesh sloughing off into the mire. death's embrace is beautiful, her touch soft. she invites you in to close your ganders, leave your body behind and let it fall apart. the heaviness falls away, and you are nothing else. you're just your soul, delicate and bare, simplest i...Read more
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I SEE A HORSE. I SEE IT CANTER. GALLOP. WHINNY. I AM NOT. A HORSE. I AM NOT. SEEN CANTERING. I AM NOT. SEEN GALLOPING. I AM NOT. SEEN WHINNYING. I AM NOT. WHAT IS A NOT? WHY IS A NOT? WHERE IS A NOT? WHEN IS A NOT? HOW IS A NOT? I CAN NOT. CAN YOU? #POETRY
The colors, they won't stop. Bright, beautiful colors Flashing, expanding, piercing Red, green, blue An endless cacophony Of meaningless noise The noise, it won't stop. Violent, grating waveforms Squeaking, screeching, piercing Sine, cosine, tangent Like playing a chalkboard on a turntable Like playing a vinyl on a pizza crust An endless poem Of meaningless Load Me #Poetry
It couldn't have been me. See, the direction the spackle protrudes. A noisy neighbor? An angry boyfriend? I'll never know. I wasn't home. I peer inside for a clue. No! I can't see. I reel, blind, like a film left out in the sun. But it's too late. My retinas. Already scorched with a permanent copy of the meaningless image. It's just a little hole. It wasn't too bright. It was too deep. Stretching forever into everything. A hole of infinite choices. I realize now, that I wasn't looking in. I was looking out. And he, on the other side, was looking in. #Poetry
i dont know if im going to be able to work this into a song. im probably just going to have to leave this one as a poem. "pityfool" her lulling voice drips down my spine like sopor sinks into my pores "now honey you will be just fine this pain will pass, will run its course" i hope that im the only troll who ever hears her speak this soft who feels that warmth grow in my soul when in her palms im held aloft but like a cup that overflows her pity swells and cascades down it washes over all she knows im left to wish that i could drown #poetry #palepining
Welcoming another night Beckoning another fright Knowing just to deny 'might' Doing to weigh down what's light Feelings isotropic in joy and pain To go any further would be in vain Balance found wiping excess with refrain The cloth known as fear will always be stained Let those feelings decay If not them, then what may? Some part of you will pay So it's better this way This is how to stabilize Don't pass your unstable lies We still have our able eyes Let those pure thoughts mobilize 'I thought us closer...' 'I loved you most there.' Now breaking down, breaking self you can see ...Read more
#vagueposting #nsfwe #violence #poetry each and every breath, i’ve come to notice a phantom feeling . . . breathless restriction, pure desperation.
["𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘬. 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘺. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵. 𝘔𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘪𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵...Read more
[𝘜𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴, 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵, 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘳, 𝘌𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘢—𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘐'𝘥 𝘨𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘺𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴, 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘸? 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯�...Read more
[ "... 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦, 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸, 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦." - Ada Limón, 𝘛�...Read more
An untitled draft. Please excuse it. - I hate you. No, I don’t. And I wish I those words didn’t escape my lips as much as they did. Did you engrave them on your heart? Did you forget with the help of your true love? Or did you turn to her because of what I said? Do you know I love her too, now? I’ve taken over your mantle. We dance alone in my room at night, and sometimes I think I am feeling exactly what you once did. She holds my hand and spins me until I vomit bile on my wooded floor. I removed the carpet last year. Would you hate me? I wonder if I knew the answer before I met her. I ...Read more
♰ on my desk is a photograph of you taken by the woman who loved you then. in some photos her shadow falls in the foreground. in this one, her body is not that far from yours. did you hold your head that way because she loved it? #poetry ♰
"rotten corpse, decaying and vile, tell me this; can you feel?" through cracked bones, with shredded flesh, i savor the touch. #nsfwe #gore #poem #poetry #originalpoem
fingers hook into my mouth, pressing my tongue in a vulgar display of the blackest hate. to every insult, bite, splash of blood, i clung. within the darkness of you, i suffocate. when your claws grasp my neck in a sudden twist the absent abyss of my eyes drown in mist, gasping, gurgling, my plea for your detachment. sanguine spillage, fare for your eyes, mind absent #nsfwe #gore #poetry #poem #originalpoem
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul. #poetry #Invictus #WilliamErnestHenley
♰ when i go into the garden, there she is. the specter holds up her arms to show that her hands are eaten off. she is silent because of the agony. there is blood on her face. i can see she has done this to herself. so she would not feel the other pain. and it is true, she does not feel it. she does not even see me. it is not she anymore, but the pain itself that moves her. i look and think how to forget. how can i live while she stands there? and if i take her life what will that make of me? i cannot touch her, make her conscious. it would hurt her too much. #poetry ♰
A porcelain doll, perfect, pretty, and prim Brush her hair, dress her in silk and lace. Devotion is conditional, compassion is the interim One moment it is strong, then gone without a trace. Harsh handling, withering words, deserted and discarded She does not not break, she'll only harden. Aching and alert, grieving and guarded. Too distant to be heard, her mind is the warden. #poetry #echochamber
In the quiet hours, I see to The posts of the dash; sorting through These quips and thirsts, thoughts taboo The lonely poster's retinue Until I decide to reject the new; And embrace the old (fre sha vaca do) #poetry
♰ she powders her face to funeral white, blackened mouth set hard for night. spider-veins bloom beneath her ganders, a patient map of soft despise. sharpened fangs bite her lower lip, blood kept clean with a steady grip. she breathes out smoke and rotten clove, he kneels inside the ash of love. he yearns to serve her, stripped and still, tend the bones she wears by will. her voice unthreads his careful will, each word a wound he begs to fill. he begs to light her cigarette, he bleeds where her fingers rest. takes him to where angels rot, between the graves the church forgot. he fri...Read more