Filthy
Christmas poem
CHRISTMAS POEM The candle of hope And lots of prayers There is calmness in the air The spirit of joy is here to stay
Conditional Love
You say there’s a heaven above And you’re filled with unconditional love But I have seen the lie in both I have seen what you will
Atomic HistorianPublished 7 months ago in PoetsRed Lace Dress
Red is the color Of my untamed spirit Not the opposite of pink, but a part of it– The heart beating within * Red was the color
Incubating Incubi
There was once a young man who was handsome A succubus held his soul for ransom Imitating Venus She rode on his penis Now hell is filled with his grandsons
Thavien YliasterPublished 7 months ago in PoetsChristmas poem
Let the bells ring so loud Join the wishful and lovely crowd Let that joy look through your heart You will have a perfect start
OnlyFans
she was on a mission to join the world of business women she has the brain and potential but now exposes her most confidential
Kiesha’s DiaryPublished 7 months ago in PoetsCorduroy Joy
Corduroy Joy didn’t know she was a toy She thought she was like every other girl or boy She laughed and played all day And at night she laid in her bed
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Not all death is physical Sometimes “living” is nothing more than a ritual A thing we do to get through the day Dragging ourselves from one event to another
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“Coco the freak,” his fellow performers called him. “Clowns aren’t funny anymore, they’re just weird,” they said. “Look at him, they way he pervs at us trapeze artists. He’s a freak.”
MOTIVATIONAL POEM
What you have dreamt about Is a wish that is in your mind Don’t just kill it and turn yourself into a blind If you have seen it then you can get it
Kintsugi 2
I’m sorry I took you for granted I never planned it I didn’t mean to break you I just wanted to take you As I always had
Atomic HistorianPublished 8 months ago in PoetsViolence on roses
There's a light in my soul that won't go out And it burns, and it bleeds, as I try to snuff it out Frosty hair on sheets crusted over with desire
Christiane WinterPublished 8 months ago in Poets