Nothing

I represent nothing
The entropic flowers of doom are budding
Through the cracks of your human gravel
Travel to the house of judgement
Nudge my coffin nails with your gavel
Paddle through the mulch
And quicksand
Demand the mercy
Of this God you do not understand
Canned morality expired
With your selfish survivalism
Usurped by tribalism
Undesirable, but longstanding
Like priapism
Inside a prism of anguish
The famous violator burns
Speaking a hellish language
Await for his return

Reviews

[613]

You know . . . your work should be in one erotic poetry book. I think you should look into putting one together & getting it published. You really are such a fantastic writer. Hands down one of the best on here. I'm glad I stumbled upon your work!

- Brittney

[Mescaline Butterfly]

Wow that actually means a lot to me. Hmm I've never thought of compiling my work into one erotic poetry book to be published. I will definitely look into it tomorrow.

[613]

I think that'd be a brilliant idea for you!

[Bear]

It is apparent that you have a broad vocabulary and a master of phraseology. Your existential approach to the topic is both psychologically intimidating and spiritually intriguing. La Mort, Tod, θάνατος, смерть, muerte by any name death the great unknown, the nothingness that awaits us all. Nicely written and enthralling to read, thank you for posting and allowing us the pleasure of reading your work.

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My goodness what a feasty entree you serve.

[Mescaline Butterfly]

Buen provecho

[ANTO]

Lots of cool imagery MB - clever phrases too and far out similes - had to Google priapism - (gave me the shivers) -
I got the impression of a totally desolate state of being - waiting to die.
The void.

[Mescaline Butterfly]

Much obliged. Great summary of this piece. Now you feel *ME*