Sterily, he waits, heaving with disinterest as she lies,
in the bed he put her in, as heartily she dies.
Lazily he sighs, half-heartedly cries I love you,
as surgeons in jungles of wire, bid her love life adieu.
For they cannot fix, the labours of distrust and hate
nor fill his silhouette shaped hole, gaping in her fate.
His constant banging of his nails in her cavity
had smashed through her foundations into depravity.
All she asked of him, one summer on a whim, was a slice,
a piece of love, adoration, or hope at any price.
And he gladly gave it to her, gave it to her good,
and she accepted madly like any naive should.
'Twas befor
Concerto del Fratello by Ungregariousoddity, literature
Literature
Concerto del Fratello
White like his Strauss sheet, his horn and he walk into the limelight.
Horn concerto in E flat ; his coppered hair is tonight's accompaniment.
0-60, he blasts a bewildered audience with his brash brass brilliance.
With a rump and a tump, he runs excitedly with his keys,
past lackluster learners as they polish their practised perfection,
yawning at the finish line as they toy curled tresses with a bow.
At his last croak, French sympathiser folk roar with resonant cheer
as he lifts the father Fran's son to the skies, to new octave heights.
With one final tap, he sounds to a silence; the judges, deaf, award nada.
But his heavenly harmon
Monster most foul by Ungregariousoddity, literature
Literature
Monster most foul
Haplessly helpless half-baked brows frame the inked frown,
set on a filthy groundsheet of spotted, eroded skin.
Dulled grey eyes peek, slowly peer from sobbing sockets
at mittened children pointing boney mini fingers in jubiliation
in her direction as she sprawls, stomach spilling onto the pavement.
Lard ladled locks stick to her lips like flour to a greased potted pan
as sinister sprogs count one, two, three bags full of blacked-out eyes,
stitched with a thread of sullen silver.
The crowds begin to gather to this attraction,
the she-beast, shielded in a disguise of cotton shroud petals.
Lifting her protective layer, boys guffaw, mo
His eyes see no evil as she waltzes in.
For minutes, maybe hours, he could watch her from pepper pricked slits.
In speckled spots of light, he pieces together his fate, his future date - A madame
the woman in black in a sea of washed up wax, boa and pleather.
Stooped by the pantry shutters, he steps up and shudders, unzipping his fly
to expose a black bale of rolled chest hair.
Behind chunky chalked visors, her scarlet lips linger, tauten
as black shirt beckons her to prance.
Smoothing strands of strawberry, she neatly lifts her latex layers,
tucking her boyish bob behind the ribcage of ringed cartilage.
'Would you care if I took yo
Sipping strained breakfast leaves,
She clutters her china cup with a souped spoon
Tipping chipped sugar cubes
Into tepid tea and drains.
Clambering clumsily to the counter, she reaves
His attention. From clasped palms, she fingers
The ridges of penny pound pieces
As she hands over her debt.
With forefinger and thumb, he stands and counts,
Murmuring digits in lisped Hispanic.
He stops and spills her gift of money into the till.
Anything else, senorita? he smiles
Peeling off her sheath, she lets him mount
Bare, exposed and rouged on the table
His furnaced trunk melts the glacier barriers
Of her virgin heart.
Dreaming
For Single Use Only by Ungregariousoddity, literature
Literature
For Single Use Only
Bring, wring out your dead eyes,
a swollen scrubbed scarlet.
Don't cry for him, as your hapless heart
heaves, barely breathes
in sheltered hands.
Pick up the crumbled foundations,
the crumpled crumbs of love
littered unlovingly on floors of stone.
The tide is high, steer clear from
foaming waves of sweat and sperm.
Raise your game and head as he enters.
Purse trembling lips as you pick up your bra,
and the remnants of masticated pride.
Sweep up the broken glass
from your once chaste chest.
Hear the call to arms, the shrill cries of a hunt.
Don't interrupt as the speckled pink spotted
feast-a-delight in milky flesh
and pounce
With cupped hands,
she drains each lingering
drop
of his ecstasy,
raising her wrists
to the right hand of God,
giving thanks.
On roped knees,
she bows
her wearsome head,
placing doused digits on
forehead,
heart,
and shoulders,
trailing his second coming
in faithful servantry
Sterily, he waits, heaving with disinterest as she lies,
in the bed he put her in, as heartily she dies.
Lazily he sighs, half-heartedly cries I love you,
as surgeons in jungles of wire, bid her love life adieu.
For they cannot fix, the labours of distrust and hate
nor fill his silhouette shaped hole, gaping in her fate.
His constant banging of his nails in her cavity
had smashed through her foundations into depravity.
All she asked of him, one summer on a whim, was a slice,
a piece of love, adoration, or hope at any price.
And he gladly gave it to her, gave it to her good,
and she accepted madly like any naive should.
'Twas befor
Concerto del Fratello by Ungregariousoddity, literature
Literature
Concerto del Fratello
White like his Strauss sheet, his horn and he walk into the limelight.
Horn concerto in E flat ; his coppered hair is tonight's accompaniment.
0-60, he blasts a bewildered audience with his brash brass brilliance.
With a rump and a tump, he runs excitedly with his keys,
past lackluster learners as they polish their practised perfection,
yawning at the finish line as they toy curled tresses with a bow.
At his last croak, French sympathiser folk roar with resonant cheer
as he lifts the father Fran's son to the skies, to new octave heights.
With one final tap, he sounds to a silence; the judges, deaf, award nada.
But his heavenly harmon
Monster most foul by Ungregariousoddity, literature
Literature
Monster most foul
Haplessly helpless half-baked brows frame the inked frown,
set on a filthy groundsheet of spotted, eroded skin.
Dulled grey eyes peek, slowly peer from sobbing sockets
at mittened children pointing boney mini fingers in jubiliation
in her direction as she sprawls, stomach spilling onto the pavement.
Lard ladled locks stick to her lips like flour to a greased potted pan
as sinister sprogs count one, two, three bags full of blacked-out eyes,
stitched with a thread of sullen silver.
The crowds begin to gather to this attraction,
the she-beast, shielded in a disguise of cotton shroud petals.
Lifting her protective layer, boys guffaw, mo
La lutte de la vie by Ungregariousoddity, literature
Literature
La lutte de la vie
Embedded in newly dugged earth,
a frail skeleton oversees vicious contempt and emotional sores.
Ripped from rugged chest,
blackened ribs house encrusted mould milking starved rats nurturement and greed,
where once stability stood,
remnants of inmangeable vessels take form restricting the soul to a withered heap.
Weathered away,
tactful flesh holds tightly to life,
begging pitifully to the besotted messiah who in fortuna ignores such pleads.
I remain caught in vortexes of emotion;
entwined purely in satisfaction,
harshly discriminating those in ranks below;
ignorant of mangled tombs where decaying flesh of children of the light is feasted a divide in molluscs
and hounds,
their discoloured dents force smiles of contempt as their souls plunge to the River Styx.
Picnicking on luxury treats,
pleasure binds my every step,
preventing responses to half-hearted prayers.
I spectate to the oceans azure,
waiting attensively for disastrous suspense as lower class tramps abandoned ashore consume remants of
their upper gut,
lapping sweat from dehydrated pores,
fall captive to inte
No more do tales of woe convey concealed thoughts;
amour takes hold, replenishing the uppermost will of drawing repeated breaths.
Tangeant beauty appears before me;
the warm radiance of caramalised rays colour the tranquille scene,
whilst the parakletos keep guard, breathing smiles of the ambient moon,
as they depart for mortal sleep.
Created of cherished thoughts, similiar to that of woven patch work,
fondest memories with their loved ones recur.
Distinguished features of their porcelain visages, cannot be expressed simply in mortal terms.
Their conspicious beauty,
with honey dew locks and organs of sight plentiful of aquamarine la
The plight of the proletariat by Ungregariousoddity, literature
Literature
The plight of the proletariat
Ill-judged by those ignorant, striving for subsistence, almost skeletal in appearance, she succumbs to immorality.
With uppermost affection, she ceases not to waste the pityful crumbs earned, forced to watch those gaping faces of her own, they surrender willingly to mortem.
Driven not to sanity, mindless fools welcome an entourage with diablo. The cost for a single morsel, fulfilling deeds of the truly wicked.
Unearthed, they pilfer from the motionless, only the ghoulful sight discourages them further from stealing away insect-ridden, woven mass.
Open to a world of means-a-plenty, aristocratic sobs resound now vacant mausoleums, not fr
Difficulty to resist by Ungregariousoddity, literature
Literature
Difficulty to resist
No longer do I hold back or banish heart felt emotion,
in hours of wake,my thoughts recall to my heart's beckoning,
of spent times embracing in bleak shadows, gazing with uppermost lust.
Beside, he lays, with consolation and care comforting indepth fears.
I yearn to press these levres rouges to his,
to feel the vibrant amour shared alike,
consume the darkness espiated by undeserved sin.
Spare seconds more, please kind sir,
allow the cold visage to sense his desired touch.
Permit these youthful minds to reach to his consistent warmth and gladly abide til the aorta falls to sleep
eternal.
Welcome to the dark side by Ungregariousoddity, literature
Literature
Welcome to the dark side
The realms of death await;
amongst disheartened crowds,
I clearly stand, with impatience of better to come.
No frowns line my weary face;
I clasp mortem freely, yearning for eternal sleep.
As the kin of the oak perish and fall, lining battered lands, so do I.
The foliage that was once my source of lungful breath values little.
Having fought continually against frequenting struggles,
I concede these arms and allow the fatigued flesh to encase and wither to the terrain of battle.
Aspirations for exterior refuge have long routed my thoughts;
I stumble and curse, numb, I hasten to the toll of the sadistic bells. Fatality pleas, how can
Warm pride develops in young hearts as march ye in angered fight,
rifles arch on bracken backs,
preying their source of destruction.
Rewounded bullets sharpen the air,
scents of gunfire and blood linger now in tarnished minds,
scenes of the wounded,
they stumble to deathly ground,
waiting agonisingly for uncalled for darkness.
Ancient,
soldiers in conflict forget the ardent faith that once dwelled;
looking to cloudy forecasts,
God remains oblivious.
Twas The Site Before Christmas by michaelritchie200, literature
Literature
Twas The Site Before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all 'cross the web
All the users were clicking, the big names and the plebs
MySpace was decked out in baubles and candles
And each tired nickname 'twas a new festive handle
As children by now we'd be snuggled in bed
But we now stay online and leave comments instead
Farmville and Farm Town have settled their spat
And holly and ivy surround every Lolcat
YouTube had new vlogs; a thousand carol singers
And on Dailybooth everyone's nice to the mingers
On 4chan, the people are friendly tonight
And LiveJournal emos see things looking bright
A long time ago we believed in old Santa
But now we recited
Echoes deficient tremble across her Marlboro burnt lips.
I'm sure she's muttering something intelligible,
But the words barely waft into my senses as
My stomach mocks sudden pangs of intuition
Underneath this dusky sky
And the gray salt-caked road I drive us on
turns into a clamor of nickels
Where Yellow and White clash
but never cross.
This is where the silver was worn away.
This very journey stained the shiny soul sublime
into lives where snow cover mountains never breathed
She hardly woke up before the haze set in
She's three maybe four,
They gasp, one no more
Her tantrum now an outline of where she once inhabited
A da
His eyes see no evil as she waltzes in.
For minutes, maybe hours, he could watch her from pepper pricked slits.
In speckled spots of light, he pieces together his fate, his future date - A madame
the woman in black in a sea of washed up wax, boa and pleather.
Stooped by the pantry shutters, he steps up and shudders, unzipping his fly
to expose a black bale of rolled chest hair.
Behind chunky chalked visors, her scarlet lips linger, tauten
as black shirt beckons her to prance.
Smoothing strands of strawberry, she neatly lifts her latex layers,
tucking her boyish bob behind the ribcage of ringed cartilage.
'Would you care if I took yo
Another day, another poem to bring to deviantart. This time I turn my attention to the traditoonasl fairytale and spruce it up with gimps, leather and rubber galore.
Enjoy! Check it out on my page and don't forget to let me know what you think.
So for all my fans out there in the cyberworld, here's two new poems, with two very different styles and subjects to feast your eyes on.
The Freak - A look at the less vanilla side of things in love -expect chains, whips and more alternative loving themes here.
So In Tea You - One of the rare poems of mine about falling in love.
They are the newest submissions here so click on my homepage and see for yourself.
Don't forget to comment!
Its intresting to see your still on here. Reminds me of when we were together, or at least still talked. It would be nice to hear from you, but I dont expect you recpricate.