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Literature
Pretty lifeless broken
I love the way red looks against your skin,
The way you beg me to stop again,
I adore the fear in you're eyes,
The face you make as you cry,
The way you writhe in pain,
Your blood pouring down like summers rain,
Oh you look so good cowering against the floor,
So adorable when you scream 'no more',
So silly how you hope for someone one to hear,
Oh just love the way you shiver in fear,
But now the rush is rising almost done,
You're cries delicious,
You're pain so fun,
My pretty bloody broken one.
Almost gone,
So lovely is you're choke,
Breathing hard against the rope,
Your eyes grow empty full of dread,
Oh one last cry,
You're hope is dead,
One last groan I'm over the top,
You're breathing slows,
You heart has stopped,
With a kiss i thank you for the fun,
Then leave you there my pretty lifeless broken one.
The way you beg me to stop again,
I adore the fear in you're eyes,
The face you make as you cry,
The way you writhe in pain,
Your blood pouring down like summers rain,
Oh you look so good cowering against the floor,
So adorable when you scream 'no more',
So silly how you hope for someone one to hear,
Oh just love the way you shiver in fear,
But now the rush is rising almost done,
You're cries delicious,
You're pain so fun,
My pretty bloody broken one.
Almost gone,
So lovely is you're choke,
Breathing hard against the rope,
Your eyes grow empty full of dread,
Oh one last cry,
You're hope is dead,
One last groan I'm over the top,
You're breathing slows,
You heart has stopped,
With a kiss i thank you for the fun,
Then leave you there my pretty lifeless broken one.
XxSumieLoveNerdsxX XxSumieLoveNerdsxX
6
17
Literature
Mask
Mask~
Once a lovely face
Hidden behind years of pain
Centries of war
To make peace now, was simply impossible
Eyes closed tight
Listening to the joy of the world
Feeling none for himself
He felt his body free falling
Waiting for a horrible thud
A soft touch brings him out of his dream
The touch sent sparks flying in his heart
And her beauty
Taken back
Short of breath
Heart pounding
Mind spinning
The world wildly getting out of hand
The man quickly gets to his feet
Feeling as thou
His mask had fallen
Letting peace be made again
Once a lovely face
Hidden behind years of pain
Centries of war
To make peace now, was simply impossible
Eyes closed tight
Listening to the joy of the world
Feeling none for himself
He felt his body free falling
Waiting for a horrible thud
A soft touch brings him out of his dream
The touch sent sparks flying in his heart
And her beauty
Taken back
Short of breath
Heart pounding
Mind spinning
The world wildly getting out of hand
The man quickly gets to his feet
Feeling as thou
His mask had fallen
Letting peace be made again
VampireJacqueline VampireJacqueline
2
9
Literature
UnPure Rage
His placid blue eyes furiously locked on his prey
Ruby red lips smeared into a horrid grin
His pale white skin, gave away to his angelic looks
He quickly walked over to his victim
With long gracefully strides
Showing off his pride with shoulders cocked high
Never fearing rejection, or a glare
It was almost a dare to him,
To come out in the mist of night
Only to take a life
He placed his hand upon her breast
Her face turning to up most red
A heart throbbing, longing for him
Him and his angelic looks
His crooked smile
Showing off his white fangs
With a blink of an eye, her whole world turned into pain
The slowly, softly it gave away to pleasure
Her body on fire, her veins feeling hallow
He stood there, over powering her
Taking her life drop by drop
His anger rose through him
He wrapped his smooth lifeless hands around her neck
He pulled his ruby lips away from her warm skin
Groaning she looked at him with longing eyes, and without a second thought
He snapped her neck
Ruby red lips smeared into a horrid grin
His pale white skin, gave away to his angelic looks
He quickly walked over to his victim
With long gracefully strides
Showing off his pride with shoulders cocked high
Never fearing rejection, or a glare
It was almost a dare to him,
To come out in the mist of night
Only to take a life
He placed his hand upon her breast
Her face turning to up most red
A heart throbbing, longing for him
Him and his angelic looks
His crooked smile
Showing off his white fangs
With a blink of an eye, her whole world turned into pain
The slowly, softly it gave away to pleasure
Her body on fire, her veins feeling hallow
He stood there, over powering her
Taking her life drop by drop
His anger rose through him
He wrapped his smooth lifeless hands around her neck
He pulled his ruby lips away from her warm skin
Groaning she looked at him with longing eyes, and without a second thought
He snapped her neck
VampireJacqueline VampireJacqueline
3
12
Literature
Albtraum
He stood at the threshold, looking at her.
Her sad decorum
Her silent tears
Hurt him
Knowing he couldn't do anything
He tried and failed
He reached out to her, and firmly wrapped her in his arms.
Refusing to let go, afraid of losing her
"Such a beauty." He whispered, kissing her softly, "You sadness, and pain shouldn't be with you."
She looked up at him, with hopeful eyes, but never looking at him the same. The hours of agonizing pain, you could see in the threads of her eyes.
"Such a beauty was lost so long ago. And is no longer here." Her hollow voice whispered, hiding the pain.
"I don't care how many times you say you're not beautiful. I always say that you are. And anyone who says differently, will have to answer to me." He smiled, brightly.
Her heart soared, never expecting him to be her knight in shiny amour. She smiled softly at him.
"Noted." She teased, letting her mask slip, maybe to smile once more.
For him. To let him know, he's the only who cares. He c
Her sad decorum
Her silent tears
Hurt him
Knowing he couldn't do anything
He tried and failed
He reached out to her, and firmly wrapped her in his arms.
Refusing to let go, afraid of losing her
"Such a beauty." He whispered, kissing her softly, "You sadness, and pain shouldn't be with you."
She looked up at him, with hopeful eyes, but never looking at him the same. The hours of agonizing pain, you could see in the threads of her eyes.
"Such a beauty was lost so long ago. And is no longer here." Her hollow voice whispered, hiding the pain.
"I don't care how many times you say you're not beautiful. I always say that you are. And anyone who says differently, will have to answer to me." He smiled, brightly.
Her heart soared, never expecting him to be her knight in shiny amour. She smiled softly at him.
"Noted." She teased, letting her mask slip, maybe to smile once more.
For him. To let him know, he's the only who cares. He c
VampireJacqueline VampireJacqueline
9
13
Literature
The Face
A face.
Beautiful, but filled with malice
The lips twist into a smile
A smile that appears guiltless, but is fatal to those who see it
Eyes that seem warm and inviting
Razor-sharp glares pierce the heart of anyone who stares
A voice smooth as silk, but as coarse as
Hooks tangle into the veins of those who hear it
This face is a lie
Those looks are a lie
That smile is a lie
Its voice is a constant river of deceit
I've been plagued by this face
Indirectly, but it still haunts me
It took away the only thing I held dear
Tore it apart and left it for dead
Another discarded life on the side of the road
This thing went through hell
It stared death in the face and said "FUCK YOU"
I'm proud of this thing
I just wish I could say those words to the face
Maybe then I can rest at night knowing that it's out of my life
I curse this face
I despise its eyes
I berate its smile
I condemn its voice and how it destroyed the one thing I cherished
The owner of this face is out of the picture
But it s
Beautiful, but filled with malice
The lips twist into a smile
A smile that appears guiltless, but is fatal to those who see it
Eyes that seem warm and inviting
Razor-sharp glares pierce the heart of anyone who stares
A voice smooth as silk, but as coarse as
Hooks tangle into the veins of those who hear it
This face is a lie
Those looks are a lie
That smile is a lie
Its voice is a constant river of deceit
I've been plagued by this face
Indirectly, but it still haunts me
It took away the only thing I held dear
Tore it apart and left it for dead
Another discarded life on the side of the road
This thing went through hell
It stared death in the face and said "FUCK YOU"
I'm proud of this thing
I just wish I could say those words to the face
Maybe then I can rest at night knowing that it's out of my life
I curse this face
I despise its eyes
I berate its smile
I condemn its voice and how it destroyed the one thing I cherished
The owner of this face is out of the picture
But it s
Damali-Rivera Damali-Rivera
0
4
Literature
Brujas
For all the witches in Eve's form in the world unite.
Knowing as they shed tears, seared blood in the flames falls
Why death alone they think, cleanse us from their sins in which we'd die
The sin of being born a woman, which is never only the sum of our parts
For all the wives killed for delivering another feminine division
To a world so vivid, imperfectly shaped, going wild
The soft arms and broken fingers in vice
For the budding breasts ripped with fire tongs
For all those who are neither ugly nor splendor, but only a women
Those whose beauty & ugliness brought their torturers to furry
Who were pricked and broken on wheels for an inquiry transgression
And for all those who screamed in vain to the Great Goddesses.
For all those which sang and drank in the law of Nature & LOVE
For theirs is the secret door which opens upon the land of youth
For all those who died, stripped naked as a
Knowing as they shed tears, seared blood in the flames falls
Why death alone they think, cleanse us from their sins in which we'd die
The sin of being born a woman, which is never only the sum of our parts
For all the wives killed for delivering another feminine division
To a world so vivid, imperfectly shaped, going wild
The soft arms and broken fingers in vice
For the budding breasts ripped with fire tongs
For all those who are neither ugly nor splendor, but only a women
Those whose beauty & ugliness brought their torturers to furry
Who were pricked and broken on wheels for an inquiry transgression
And for all those who screamed in vain to the Great Goddesses.
For all those which sang and drank in the law of Nature & LOVE
For theirs is the secret door which opens upon the land of youth
For all those who died, stripped naked as a
goth-primer goth-primer
6
0
Literature
Empty Room
Within the corner wilted flowers lay
an empty room all covered in dust
we try not to remember the day
all our feelings begin to rust.
Our eyes met for one last time
when once all this was mine
now the drapes dance like a ghost
for a long forgotten host.
an empty room all covered in dust
we try not to remember the day
all our feelings begin to rust.
Our eyes met for one last time
when once all this was mine
now the drapes dance like a ghost
for a long forgotten host.
SilverWynd SilverWynd
0
2
Literature
The burning bed
Grasp,
did the scarlet doom
and bruised the greedy air
of my dystopian room.
It was her perfume!
and with the long lasting heat,
She took away my sheet.
Baffled was i,
then Lethargic,
when daggered,
and neglected.
But of surpassing numbness,
did the wrath of Juno
bestowed upon my heart,
to that olympian peak
echoed the beat,
withdrawn apart,
in the expanding spiral!
did the weeping idol,
fall down too hard.
***
What is there left to hope?
What horizon is still in sight?
If life is but mountains and valleys
to the beaten eyes;
I can never face her dawn,
for the rays are too bright!
I can never grasp what's gone,
away from my sight!
I can never feel her waves,
for the sea gave me fright!
And the long withered dress,
(that was made of my sheet
like a shroud round her feet),
floated like smoke in the musty mess
of our dystopian garden
---
And i am sorry,
for never watering our thorns.
did the scarlet doom
and bruised the greedy air
of my dystopian room.
It was her perfume!
and with the long lasting heat,
She took away my sheet.
Baffled was i,
then Lethargic,
when daggered,
and neglected.
But of surpassing numbness,
did the wrath of Juno
bestowed upon my heart,
to that olympian peak
echoed the beat,
withdrawn apart,
in the expanding spiral!
did the weeping idol,
fall down too hard.
***
What is there left to hope?
What horizon is still in sight?
If life is but mountains and valleys
to the beaten eyes;
I can never face her dawn,
for the rays are too bright!
I can never grasp what's gone,
away from my sight!
I can never feel her waves,
for the sea gave me fright!
And the long withered dress,
(that was made of my sheet
like a shroud round her feet),
floated like smoke in the musty mess
of our dystopian garden
---
And i am sorry,
for never watering our thorns.
ViviPhalloids ViviPhalloids
6
11
Literature
Sleep Forever More
Death awaited upon her lips
stolen with a kiss,
as red bloomed upon her cheek
for the fire that burned inside,
But her eyes were winter eyes,
brittle, yet hardened with the cold,
they pierced the flesh in a look
which brokered no compromise.
Her skin as white as the pale snow,
so easy to bruise
beneath the least indents left behind,
but she laughed beneath the grave
of leaves, which decayed
around her body.
Fingers rose like shallow roots
to devour precious nutrients
just along the surface of the flesh,
they burrowed in and drank dry
the host like a parasite,
But her smile was a beguile
for it borrowed from the spring,
there was sweetness in her scent
like the air after rain.
She could be in dreams
the beauty fallen from grace,
the damsel in distress,
and sleep forever more
when caught in her embrace
with twining arms of decadence.
stolen with a kiss,
as red bloomed upon her cheek
for the fire that burned inside,
But her eyes were winter eyes,
brittle, yet hardened with the cold,
they pierced the flesh in a look
which brokered no compromise.
Her skin as white as the pale snow,
so easy to bruise
beneath the least indents left behind,
but she laughed beneath the grave
of leaves, which decayed
around her body.
Fingers rose like shallow roots
to devour precious nutrients
just along the surface of the flesh,
they burrowed in and drank dry
the host like a parasite,
But her smile was a beguile
for it borrowed from the spring,
there was sweetness in her scent
like the air after rain.
She could be in dreams
the beauty fallen from grace,
the damsel in distress,
and sleep forever more
when caught in her embrace
with twining arms of decadence.
SilverWynd SilverWynd
19
4
Literature
Goldlust
It's more than a want
it's a need.
The way you crave
the lust on your chest
heavy with aphrodisia
and amber dew.
Seems a small price to pay
for this temptation
each coupling staining
the thread bare
fabric of your
already withering soul.
It's easy to see
you couldn't care less
how he deals with the knowledge
that you'd do
anything at all
to posses the sun.
it's a need.
The way you crave
the lust on your chest
heavy with aphrodisia
and amber dew.
Seems a small price to pay
for this temptation
each coupling staining
the thread bare
fabric of your
already withering soul.
It's easy to see
you couldn't care less
how he deals with the knowledge
that you'd do
anything at all
to posses the sun.
StormTheif StormTheif
5
0
Mature content
A Woman Born..
LACYDRAWERS
48
18
Admins
Founder
The main focus of the group is a common interest - decadence, and we are here to help you find inspiration. Promoting your art is also important, but not the main objective.
Feel free to suggest submissions, join the group and suggest discussion topics.
~ A.
Feel free to suggest submissions, join the group and suggest discussion topics.
~ A.
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Thank you kindly for your acceptance! I've been looking over your page for a while now, but I can't seem to find any submission procedures. What are they?
=S I think I submitted one poem to the wrong folder the when I submitted my last 3 deviations, but I'm not sure which one it is =S
Well, if I did submit anything to the wrong folder please tell me, I'll re-submit it. I'm sorry for the mistake.
Well, if I did submit anything to the wrong folder please tell me, I'll re-submit it. I'm sorry for the mistake.
