Filthy

Violence 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
By Christiane Winter2 years ago in Poets
Rose and Miranda
These next few poems come from an unfinished manuscript I was working on for a book collaboration. It was supposed to be an erotica book of poetry. These poems were written back in 2020 and in honesty these poems felt so sensual and vulnerable for me to write. However I was able to take my own emotions I felt from periods in my life ( i'd like to disclose I am not deaf and I don't even come close to understanding what that's like but the character rose in this is) I wanted to give conversation and spark emotions as I feel it's still new to create disversity in writing. I used the experience in my life when I felt like the person I was trying to connect with wouldn't even truly connect on a level for us both. It wasn't until I started to explore my own sexuality when I realized there is so much more out there. There is depth and unknown that tastes so sweet. These poems unlocked a part of me I haven't expressed in a while. I absolutely am in love with these pieces and I really hope you love them too. I am completely open to criticism and if this has hit any emotions that feel icky I would love to be educated. I want to evolve and this is my way of opening that door. Thank you for reading!
By AbbieDrew2 years ago in Poets
Kintsugi
An unexpected interaction Something I never expected to happen Finding my personal kintsugi Who knew it was in the cards
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Kiss Me, You Fool. Content Warning.
Draw close to me Lean your head down to mine Kiss me, you fool * Put your arms around me Let me rest my head Hold me, you fool
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
novel romance. Content Warning.
he says he wants me to write him like a graphic romance novel- we both wonder how much imagination is he really worth to me?
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
the hunter; the hunted; the hunt. Content Warning.
from between my lips, the great white-lies are feeding on anything they can sink their teeth into. jagged fangs ready for action as the frenzied schools amass in the shallows, and the vast depths of consciousness are left vacated as i myself become one with the predator, the prey, and the waves of thought washing over my body. unintelligible motions seeking to consume, seeking to escape, seeking to prove an eagerness and ability to exist.
By ⸘jason alan‽4 years ago in Poets