Brimstone
Dealer, of spry intent -
Eroticism for consumers
Bartering love, till lust, is spent.
Foggy, like bleach she blanches these
Gnawed, bare, fleshless, bones.
Creative! Cringed leeches, weep
Banish that subtle proclivity
Impoverished the swill tastes
Ever bitter-sweet.
Brimstone's Works
Poetry (Reflective) | 2006-06-06 | Contusive Memories |
Poetry (Comedy) | 2006-06-07 | Lancets |
Poetry (Personal) | 2006-06-10 | Hemlock candy |
Poetry (Abuse) | 2006-06-13 | Delirium Askew |
Poetry (Ironic) | 2006-06-13 | Inspiration |
Poetry (Adult) | 2006-06-13 | Stupid kid |
Short Story (Love) | 2006-10-20 | Amber tears upon my glass |
Other (Reflective) | 2006-10-21 | Full-Moon Clip |
Other (Spiritual) | 2006-10-22 | Pervasion of Spirit |
Poetry (Philosophical) | 2006-10-24 | A Dying Blood Moon |
Poetry (Spiritual) | 2006-11-17 | Demonology |
Poetry (Reflective) | 2007-05-09 | Negative Self Consciousness |
Poetry (Satire) | 2007-10-01 | 1+1=1 |
Rant (Adult) | 2007-10-01 | The Sick and The Dying |
Poetry (Abuse) | 2007-10-25 | Depravity |
Rant (Philosophical) | 2007-11-04 | Pondering in Poise |