Vulgarism. Chapter 1.

[Kindless]

Here's the deal.

Here, Chapter 1 of my PoemBook, Vulgarism will be posted. There are 5 parts to each chapter. I will see if it's fine to make a separate thread for each Chapter once the time arises.

Please: Refrain from quoting them in replies, simply say the poem name or section (Eg. 1-1, 1-3 etc) They are written in white to stop people seeing something they don't want to.

I hate spamming a board with threads by me about my poetry, so I have decided (And if the Captain, Vice or Crew would like to speak to me about this idea- feel free to. I'm not sure if this type of thread is allowed or not.) To make one thread where I will post all my latest work for my Second PoemBook 'Vulgarism.'

The first PoemBook is not public yet. Parts of it are, most isn't, Yet.

Okay. A warning.

My poetry is obcene, vulgar and often offensive.

Those under the age of 16. Or those who are easily upset, hurt, offended or sickened please avoid reading my work. It has that effect on some people.

My work will follow. I will update whenever work is complete.

Personally I have no idea if my poetry, even though Vulgar may offend guild or Gaian ToS. If so please point it out to me.

One more thing, you may notice spelling mistakes, ignore them. When I write my poetry, I close my eyes and type what I feel. My touch-typing isn't perfect just yet, so mistakes often happen.

-Yai.  

[Kindless]

Warning. 16+.
Vulgarism. Chapter 1-1: Feel.
(Highlight below to read.)


Can't you feel it?
Inside of you?
The sickness that follows this?
The horror that accepts this?
Feel the maggots mix with your juices.
Feel the throbbing pounding of his lust.
Your eyes remain awake as your body remains dead.
You want to scream out.
But your dead lips refuse to move.

You know what it looks like.
When he does this to someone.
Someone much younger.
Someone much more vunerable.
You always were able to fight him off.
But this time he's numbed your senses.
He's killed your insides.
He's cut off your breathing.

This time his hands do not hold your wrists down.
This time his smile is so much more.
This time his lust seems to have such violence.
This time.
Now that he's killed you.
Seems so much.
More.


End.  

[Kindless]

Warning. 16+.
Vulgarism. Chapter 1-2: Suicide Club.
(Highlight below to read.)


Arn't you sick of all those words?
Those words your partner may slip into your ear?
Those words that you hear every ******** day?
Those words that every ******** uses?
Those words that have so,
Little, <********,
Meaning anymore?
Those words that are repeated over, and over.
'I love you.'
'I love you.'
'I love you.'

I place my hands over my ears.
To block out the sound of you.
To block out your lies.
Those words that stab into me.
Those words that mean nothing.
Even when my hands press so hard against my skull.

I still hear you.

My heart retreats behind a concreat wall.
It hides between 4, solid walls.
With A floor.
And A Ceiling.
The Suicide Clubhouse Show.

My head will race.
Repeating over and over.
Your voice.
Those words.
I dig hard into my skin.
I split it.
I tear it.
I kill it.
I want the sounds to stop.
I want your voice out of my head.
I want your touch not to be missed.
I want your simple, <********,
Words.

To stop.

Within the dark halls of the Suicide Club.
I hide my feelings.
I hide me.
I hide everything.
Everything in the clubhouse show.

My Life.
My Personality.
My image.
Everything.
Is just the Suicide Clubhouse Show.
Oh, how I long for the final scene.
Where I am put to rest.
Where the show ends.
Our lead role must leave.
He must die.
He must end the show with his most glamorous,
Yet tragic.
End.

There is no happy ending to this show.
The suicide clubhouse production.
There is no Hero to save the day.
There is no voice I want to hear.
I just want to rest.
I just want to sleep.
I just want the voice to stop.

I bid you welcome.
To the Suicide Clubhouse Show.


End.  

[Kindless]

Warning. 16+.
Vulgarism. Chapter 1-3: Garden.
(Highlight below to read.)

The purest form of obscurity.
The clearest type of guilt.
The most defined line.
The deepest wound.

The pomegranate juice is so sweet.
The blood and tears mix well.
The hate and jealousy.
The chaos and cutting.

I want to touch your wound.
Pressig my figers deep inside.
I want to feel your skin tremble.
Flinch in pure agony.
I want to feel your breath shudder.
I want to hear your throat strain.
As you scream out in pain.

Your blood under my fingernails.
Mixed with the dirt and stone.
My lips forcibly tug into such a smile.
Such delight.
Such pleasure.

I want to let you go.
I want to let your breath.
But my hands won't let go.
My smile will not fade.
MY guilt is away,
My pleasure is its peak.
My hand only grows tighter.

Welcome to the Garden of Suicide.
Where everything will come back.
Everything he did to you.
Everytime he raped you.
Everytime he smiled after.
Everytime he held you down.
And used you as his ragdoll.
You do nothing but please him with those screams.
Those screams of pain.
Those screams of agony.
Slowly turning to a faded wimper.
You're done now.
But he has just started with you.

Welcome to the Garden of Suicide.

End.  

[Kindless]

Warning. 16+.
Vulgarism. Chapter 1-4: And you would Die.
(Highlight below to read.)

Side note: When I wrote this my body collapsed. My heart raced, and then suddenly stopped, my mind felt strained, and in pain, my chest felt tight, and twited itself. my throat became tight, and I couldn't breath.

I don't understand what I wrote, I don't know what it means. All I know is what I wrote, has such an important meaning to me. Even if I don't know what the meaning is.

I didn't spell check this.

And you would die.
You would drown.
You would wither.
Like a rose without it's water.
Like a sun without it's heat.
You'd wither.
Wither.
Wither.
And die.

A mear mention of a word.
A mear word.
Enough to kill you.
Enough to kill me.
Enough to destroy us.
Enough to kill us.
That one simple word.
That one simple phrase.
One thing.
One thing.

I wish I were a simple feather.
No one notices thaty what is the same.
I'm sure.
I want to be in your embrace.
Just for a moment.
And then I want to fly away.
Away from you.
Away from me.
Away from everything.

To feel the sensation of touch.
Your skin against mine.
To feel your breath against me.
The simple feeling of hate.
To feel your ******** lies.
Wash over me.
The simple feeling of hate.

You always seem to know what to say.
This,
That,
whatever.
You always have an excuse.
An excuse why you can't be there.
An excuse why you can't do this.
An excuse why you can't love me.
Why is it with you,
Your life,
It's all one excuse?

I'm going to remember that sensation.
I'm going to remember that feeling.
I'm going to get back that sensation.
That feeling.
I'm going to save us both.
I'm going to save you.
I'm going to save me.

The taste of cold iron.
Running over my lips,
the taste of you.
The taste of your sweet necture.
My throat mumbles a delicate moan.
To the taste of your end.
I can feel your breath becoming weak.
I can feel it becoming frail.
I can feel your heart stopping.
I can feel it dying.
My lips can't help but tug.
Tug into that sweet smile.
My throat can't help but act.
Speaking out no part of a lie.
'I love you.'

End  

[Kindless]

Reserve.  

[Stelle Cadenti]

This thread is perfectly fine, it'll definitely keep some clutter out of the forum.

I really, truely, love this. It's not polished and glossy poetry, it's raw and gritty. I can't wait to read more of this!  

[Kindless]

Stelle Cadenti

This thread is perfectly fine, it'll definitely keep some clutter out of the forum.

I really, truely, love this. It's not polished and glossy poetry, it's raw and gritty. I can't wait to read more of this!

Thank you. :]
I'm glad you like it. It might take me a while to finish the chapter. I tend to write these at peak moments of my emotional state. it's hard to anticipate how I'm going to feel within the next few hours.

But thank you for the positive comment. I adore them heart  

[Kindless]

1-3: 'Garden' has been added.  

[Stelle Cadenti]

Love the new chapter. I don't even know if it's right to love something about suicide this much. Your work evokes so much feeling, it's amazing.

I think we write poetry completely differently. Yours is so unstructured and free, I always write with very strict rules. It's refreshing to read.

 

[Kindless]

Thank you, I don't know where it all comes from with me. I just feel like writing, I write, then this comes out. I never proof read, try to rhyme. I simple write, and publish.  

[-PrimaCzarina-]

Wow. Powerful words.
It's so vivid, I love it.
No lies, the three you've posted so far brought back some killer memories. I love that your writing could do that.

Bravo.  

[Kindless]

I'm glad you like my poetry, Prima. I find it funny, I write these from pure instinct, I have no memories to influence these nor and desires to influence these, yet they're there. Ad mean so mcuh to some of it's readers.  

[Kindless]

Thank you Semi. I'm glad I have a few people looking forward to the updates. I should be working on another piece sometime soon.