The Poetry Corner

---Love After Death---

I'm still with you in the most grim of places,
cold hands held against my still beating heart.
I'm still breathing for the both of us,
cracked lips splinter my tongue.
I've placed your favorite dress in the coffer,
concealing your bare sequestered figure.
I'll never let you go through life or death alone,
conquering each hardship for the both of us.
I'll accrete body and soul while the night is young,
conquest holds its riches deep inside of you.
I brought more then mere devotion to you tonight,
copulation brings the best out of me.
I know you're speechless,
calm and gentle as always.
I'll lay here forever if I have to,
catered by your ripened core.
I can linger here still and lifeless like you,
crumbling cavities take hold of your body.
I've grown worried now that your eyes are gone,
caverns replace your once dull and beautiful gaze.
I'm torn asunder by your rejection,
can't help you heal when you've dissolved your lips.
I never knew how silence could bruise my heart,
come now sweet angel don't let love decay.
I'll give you what you've always yearned,
coupling together with your fragile figure.
I heard a cracking sound while in ecstasy,
clutch my body and let me know you're alive!
I'm growing tired and brittle down to my bones,
conjoined at the chest our ribs do embrace like hands held by lovers.
I see now why you've held your sour tongue,
conceding to reality I find myself in your grave.
I sensed this phantom truth before I exhumed you dear,
counting the days together on both gaunt hands.
I'll never die alone however,
contained and fused in putrid death.

The day we met,
Hearts blazing,
Everything seemed so right.

Great moments of passion,
And bouts of emotion.
Memories in the dust
Ending all that I ever loved.

You came and went,
Outsiders just the same.
Unreal love is.

Just as many before you,
Universally denied,
So we ended it like that.
To me it was more.

Love me,
Or forget me.
Save my time,
Time never to be returned.

I am done,
To me you're dead.

---Hidden Meaning---

Hidden meanings dancing around the paper,
Covered by those from which they taper.
They want to be free from all of the unreal,
To own a soul haveing a mouth to speil.
So release those meanings which we should,
And pin them again to cross of wood.

Sex Poem FTW.

---Watch Me Blow---

Wrap your tongue around my trigger,
watch me blow, like a silohette
we are in the night.
Two shadowy figures, one on the other,
whose muffled moans are only shown
like shadows behind a screen,
sexual suicide, watch me blow.

This is the first time I've written a poem, so don't judge, you get a cookie if you can guess the meaning too!

Stranded on an island,
Dark, cold, and wet,
Nothing around,
Visible to the naked eye,
Stumble around,
Find a tunnel,
At the end there is a light,
Sprinting,
Yelling,
Crying,
The light gets brighter,
Brighter,
Brighter,
But then starts to fade,
Stop at a dead end,
Nothing there,
A figment of your imagination,
Walking back,
Still isolated,
Still afraid.

Heh, It's life. Do I get a cookie?

---Love Disease---

In my sleep I lay awake because the memories of you weigh down on my chest
as if you were straddling me watching me lose everything I've repressed
and when these fingers tremble to scrawl your name into my flesh
with nails sharpened by picking apart my world that's a mess
you know I still kept my word even though things never panned through
my disease ages with me making everyone and everything remind me of you.