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Sunday 31 May 2009 - 05:19:37
As stated above, go ahead and visit my poetry. I wrote this one 4 years ago back in July. My dream back then was to make the sickest poem I could think of in my Head while writing it up at the same time. I think I achieved since the members of the site were telling me I won the Sick Stakes Award for Best Psychotic Poetry or some shit like that. So here it goes, I bring you:

"Juicy Feces and Menstrual Tea"

AH! Delicious,
My girl is in distressed
It's the time of her month
WHere she likes me to eat her Out

I pull Down her panties, and play with her wet clit
Spreading the lips and opening her thighs
Blood drenches all over my lips
As she screams "Suck me Dry my Vaginal Vampire!"

SHe oozes a creamy thick texture of Blood
goozing what looks like thick ketchup and relish.
I think I'll stick my tongue and teeth deep in you
and pull Out that string

I stick her tampon in my mouth
Like I was chewing on a sunflower seed
gushing the Dry Blood in my mouth, sucking it clean
I attempt to stick it right back in her
But it's too late she already came
The Blasphemous goos run Down her nice pink spot and asshole,
like it was ranch dressing and meat sauce.

It turns me on, that I had to puke inside her cuntslime,
the slimy pieces of potatoes and corn and things all inside her,
I eat it up Again

I harvest all the cunt nectar I can flow in my mouth, to clean her pussy well,
She wants to Kiss me I see,
pushing my cock inside her, sliding meat chunks and fries all over my prick.
We both cum, and she overflows with menstrual and glee.

Tonight, she's cooking me dinner naked,
As she prepares the feast,
the dishes are Fecal Roast Beef and Cream of Menstrual Soup,
My dessert will be her one of a kind,
Blood Flavored Jello.

The feast is done
And that was my fun
Now get Out the gun
So I can go blow my brains out....

THE END

Sunday 31 May 2009 - 18:25:04
Wow...that was...something!

Sunday 31 May 2009 - 18:27:40
I want to puke...
 
But i guess thats its purpose 0

Sunday 31 May 2009 - 18:40:46
oh my......0 

Tuesday 02 June 2009 - 19:40:33
Untitled as of yet!

I feel as though
we are dropping coins
into a wishing well,
setting ripples across
the small Ocean
we stand in.

We Push these coins
beneath our eyelids,
praying for safe fare
across the Styx;
Sometimes I wish
'twere the Lethe
and I could forget you.

Were these coins
to fall around us,
would we sink?
Would you let me drown?

I draw them
like a Talisman
upon my feeble wrists;
Like eyes they stare
at my fractured soul.

I imagine pressing
my wrists against yours;
Ink on ink,
blood on Blood,
giving you eyes
of your own.

When you open them,
you will see me waiting
on barren banks and shores,
rusting coins in hand.

What we do with them
is up to you;
Just know that
I will be here,
waiting.

Tuesday 02 June 2009 - 19:46:57
I am speechless...

Tuesday 02 June 2009 - 19:48:52
In a good way?

Tuesday 02 June 2009 - 19:51:01
Just let me read this a thousand times more.....
 
 
Then i might find the strenght and the courage to comment it....

Tuesday 02 June 2009 - 19:55:46
I think it needs a title. Maybe I will put it up on DA.

Tuesday 02 June 2009 - 20:08:38
I called it "Dropping Coins". That shall do for now.