MY DARK THOUGHTS….ADULT CONTENT

Category Archives: FANTASY POETRY

unnamed

You’re my star, you know who you are…..

Sprinkled candid dishes, lips licked,

dust returns as you did…..

Under gold, you were a old soul….

Now wise, in disguise, you settle

in magical illusions….

Now I see, you were the key that

set me free……

*IMAGE WAS TAKEN BY MY DAUGHTER IN A

AREA CLOSE TO MY HOME*

Save

Advertisements

 

c0aabb5635d637660070675f17a4b246

Night mocks in pretty dark blooms, as i

wake in a dream, something in my throat,

as i choke, gargling in water, would you

even bother?

Sometimes, if i am a good girl, i will

fly, wanting to get high on shadows

and secrets…..

I sip and slumber in daydream wonder…

If we hold hands with big grins, we could

color nocturnal, but, only for a little while

until we got bored, and skip to another

scene to bleed….

I want to drink sunsets endlessly,

sinfully, telling bedtime stories….

You…i…roused, what would you show

me when everyone sleeps?

In fields of dusk and dew i run….

come find me….

Save


9a85bfca7a012069c77055df663c1004.gifLONG, SLIM JIM, UNWRAPPED IN SILVER, YELLOWS….

BETWEEN MY TEETH YOU STICK, LICK, AND OH, YOU

TASTE SO JUICY, TUTTI FRUITY…..

FLAVORING MY LIPS YOU NAUGHTY BOY….

UNTIL THE SUN SETS, THE STARS WAITING FOR

ME TO TASTE, AND THEN, AND ONLY THEN WILL

I FIND ANOTHER…..


 

1a204308d601d48cf9ec36d734ab130d.jpg

YOU, INSIDE MY HEAD, I WANT TO BED….

YOU, THE ONE I CREATED, LAID AT MY FEET,

CURSED MY OWN FATE…..

YOU DANCED ON MY PETALS,

FINGERTIPS CREATING JEWELS, AND

I SPARKLE, SPARKLE ONLY FOR YOU….

MY HEAD HELD BACK, WAITING UNTIL

THE STARS WINK, THEN MAYBE, JUST MAYBE

MY WISH WILL COME TRUE….

HUSH-HUSH, MY LITTLE SECRET, AND

MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, THE MOCKING BIRD

WILL SING, SING, ONLY FOR YOU….

NIGHT IS WHEN I SEE YOU, AND YOU SEE

ME…

YOU UPON A ménage à trois BETWEEN

EARTH AND SKY, SOMETHING I COULD NEVER

COMPETE….

ME, SINGING IN SILVER STREAMS OF SOMETHING

THAT WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE…

LIKE A FAIRY TALE, ALL IS SAID AND DONE,

A HAPPY EVER AFTER, BUT WE ALL KNOW

THAT IS A MYTH…..

ECHOS WERE NEVER ENOUGH TO KEEP

THE HEAVENS CLOSE, SO A GHOST YOU

REMAIN, WONDERING AMONG SLEEPING

POPPIES AND FLYING MONKEYS, WHERE

EVIL ISN’T REALLY REAL, AND I JUST WANTED TO

GO HOME…….

 

 


b1ffc7c9272e4f35c3152d0773dde263

TWO SIDES OF THE COIN…..FIELDS OF GOLD I WONDER THROUGH

DURING THE DAY…AT NIGHT DARKNESS ENVELOPES, HORNS PROTRUDE

DEMANDING I RIDE…..

TRUMPET BLEW AS I SAT IN BAPTISMAL, AS YOU WAITED FOR

ME TO PICK YOU UP, WEAR YOU, AND SO I DID….

NOW, WHAT DO I DO, WHO DO I CHOSE…FATE OR DESTINY……?

YOU STAND SO TALL, MY CRIMINAL OUTLINE…..

THEN THERE IS YOU, WATCHER OF MY SOUL, , BETWEEN

DIVINE AND SUBLIME….

TEARS WELL, SWELL, SAVE MY SOUL……


85d20081f45167cfa0444db23df1f0d5

I fight to stay light in flight….

To reach the stars arouse their tips,

yet tease the shadows that ingest….

I could stand aglow and cast a thousands

silhouettes, you being one….

I sip the cosmos as spidery webs drap

from one wish to the other……

I watch as angels and dragons play

together….

I become a voyeur as Pleiades

savors the Big Dipper on her tongue….

I blush, shimmering…..

I dine on celestial, on divine

immortals….

The sun and moon kiss,

shattering god and the devil,

and for a time they taste the

other, and then I am created……

*I DEDICATE THIS POEM TO JOHN FOR

THE INSPIRATION FOR THIS POEM, THANK

YOU:)*


27da26743fff3b484da57032a48f0407

Morning splays on autumn blushes, the moon pouty, wanting
all to see her, peeled to perfection in angelic delicacies…..



social underground

Lols, Urban Art, Clothes & Accessories

inkwellsca

A Student Literary Journal

hands in the garden

short poems, for short attention spans.

Diary of a Psychokiller

take a trip with me to the darkside

scribblingscrabbler

Rippling Juices Of The Bright Eyes

missameliaandsir

Thoughts on an ever-evolving life

Darkland Poetry

Writings from Rachel Firmin

CableScript

. . .can you imagine?

girlpoemsblog.wordpress.com/

During the days in which I choose to conform, I do so with a specific feeling in mind that I want to achieve. A sort of climax that I aim to reach. A feeling effortlessly maintained between the ages of 6-9 and again between the ages of 13-15, when being a girl was simply one of the numerous ways of being.

twistedsweetgirl

Where bad things make you feel good...

dandeliongirl01

Views of a Dandelion Girl

Tshombe Sekou

Poetics & Rumens

Sheila Renee Parker

Author. Paranormal. Romance. Fantasy. Follow Sheila on Twitter! @sheilarparker