Todski's trash

[todski28]

A garbage dump for all the rubbish I have lying around, don't mind me too much

 

[Angeline]

Powerful, disturbing and beautiful. Geez tods.

But I don't like juxtaposed. It's an academic kind of word that to me doesn't fit with the image. Just sayin!

 

[greenmountaineer]

Powerful, disturbing and beautiful. Geez tods.

But I don't like juxtaposed. It's an academic kind of word that to me doesn't fit with the image. Just sayin!

Agreed on all counts!

"Crisscrossed" maybe?

I like gritty, and tods is a master of it; Trix too.

 

[greenmountaineer]

Scarlet and her scarf


club night
out dancing
she stands in the middle
of strobe lights
flashing
decadent poses

tall
legs from hell
fantasies purr seduction
from behind
pale blue eyes
fuck me lips pout their sensuality and
she's wearing one-night-stand-perfume
in that
too tight dress

our friends
a passing forget-me-till-later
interruption
where they are disregarded
in flirty touches and absinthe

hotel-bound
lips locked
hands exploring

breasts spill from her bra
body pressed to mine

I slide my hand down

fantasies are hard
when he is too

tod,

This is a "Wow, Sir!" in erotic poems. I have, however, a couple of suggestions to stir your lascivious imagination.

I'm not sure you need to say "fuck me lips," given what follows in the next line.

As to "fantasies are hard/when he is too," it's ok because the reader gets your inference, but I'm wondering if an image more like something that's "hard steel" rather an a pronoun would be better.

I love the title BTW.

 

[butters]

i ain't seein' no trash

i'm seein' a man who understands about the manipulation of words in this thing we call poetry

 

[greenmountaineer]

Honed Edges Penetrate Deepest

* **
the taste of freedom is etched **
on the anarchy of your lips **
this is not harps and flutes **
loving **
this is a sideshow of oleander **
and hemlock **
where the paradise of you wrapped **
in the mewling surrender * **
of poison is enough to **
die for*
***
baby we aren't touching heaven this time * **
the curve of you **
rammed hard against my * **
thighs **
the bones of your spine ask questions **
that demand hard answers **
* **
you slip over me **
engulf me in fevered burnings **
ramblings of 39 degrees **
incoherence growled through **
clenched teeth **

we stare into the core of **
each other's madness **
dare the other to bite back **
lost in the awareness of flesh **
as it shivers to its own rhythms **
I know*
behind those eyes **
translated from the gospel of tongues **
you recite a praise to the daze * **
that comes **
when edges are pushed **

blades are sharpened on whetstones **
spit lubricates * **
to start * **
we slide **
grind against each other **
watch the glint of the glossy blade **
hone its edge **
slick slipping * **
before sharp * **
it sticks deep into the flesh **
and we both come **
undone

One of your best, tod; raw, almost feral, very erotic IMO.

 

[legerdemer]

Honed Edges Penetrate Deepest

* **
the taste of freedom is etched **
on the anarchy of your lips **
this is not harps and flutes **
loving **
this is a sideshow of oleander **
and hemlock **
where the paradise of you wrapped **
in the mewling surrender * **
of poison is enough to **
die for*
***
baby we aren't touching heaven this time * **
the curve of you **
rammed hard against my * **
thighs **
the bones of your spine ask questions **
that demand hard answers **
* **
you slip over me **
engulf me in fevered burnings **
ramblings of 39 degrees **
incoherence growled through **
clenched teeth **

we stare into the core of **
each other's madness **
dare the other to bite back **
lost in the awareness of flesh **
as it shivers to its own rhythms **
I know*
behind those eyes **
translated from the gospel of tongues **
you recite a praise to the daze * **
that comes **
when edges are pushed **

blades are sharpened on whetstones **
spit lubricates * **
to start * **
we slide **
grind against each other **
watch the glint of the glossy blade **
hone its edge **
slick slipping * **
before sharp * **
it sticks deep into the flesh **
and we both come **
undone

I am seeing stars! literally and figuratively.

Seriously, I really, really enjoyed this.

 

[butters]

a well-honed piece - reaching beyond what has come before

 

[butters]

shifting moments of insanity
that drift between waking and sleep

daylights final gaze
chases light into the darkest
reaches
fragmented pieces of me

dip the nib into the inkwell
of humanity
scratch the thoughts
onto crumbling pages
a fleck of light within the dark
a sound in the silence

a gasp
a curve flashes
glimpses of desire
of breath held plunging into
soft
into wet
into the suffered longing
of collapsed willpower






watching your writing evolve is so very rewarding. some very striking lines in the whole, but these ^^.... ahh, the suffered longing, daylight's final gaze... these feed me, as a reader. thankyou.

 

[butters]

Funnily enough the whole premise here is the writing evolution process, my first works erotica, moving through to my past then trying to write out the present,

Trying to understand how and why I think the way I do, it’s strange plumbing the depths of your own psyche and throwing it at the page, a little insanity, a splash of honesty blended with some ambiguity and imagery, shake and pour

Some bloody kind of beautiful in the darkness

Thank you for the comment, thank you reading the scribbling of a fool that’s graduated from crayons to a lead pencil; maybe one day I’ll be worthy of picking up a real quill and inkwell

imma thinking most of us would make great rorschach inkblots - and we could test the readers' responses in feedback

lead pencil? nah, more charcoal and magic marker

 

[29wordsforsnow]

Fuck Writers Block
...

We all have learned
what are hard times
which make you void
while seek damn rhymes

But certainly
your muse again
will shine her light
inside your brain

As thoughts will cum
and words will flow
your hand will shake
so let it go

 

[29wordsforsnow]

Stopped To Share Your Grief


I try to
...
let go
softly

So very, very sad

 

[Tzara]

trying to win work so I can pay the bills
all I am these days
is a cog in a broken machine
running off the fumes of my past
trying to feel something
in a life that’s full of meaningless
nihilism is the flavour of vanilla
and it’s vanilla essence
extracted from a vanilla existence

somehow in all the places in the world
my past keeps coming back to haunt

the first quote I did
she was a squirter
she introduced me to the wonders
of female ejaculation
2 kids now
husband that works away
hollowed out collarbones
her kids had eaten her alive
I remember her in vivid fondness
cried tears that’s how hard she came
whispered apologies for the mess
saying this had never happened to her before
whilst I was in awe
held her till she settled
told her it’s ok
let her use the ensuite
fucked her again trying to get that feeling back
but she had shut down
I think she faked the second one in her shame

she faded out of the club scene
out of my messages

when she opened the door
we were both shocked

she looked at me as if I was salvation
hunger in her eyes
she touched my arm reverently
as if I was fantasy come to life

I charmed her
cheapened the price so I made pennies
because she deserved to feel as if she meant something to me

I was leaving
she grasped my arm
said no one else has done to me
what you did hope in the vice grip of her slender fingers

I smiled,
said I hope that it happens again
you deserve to feel
even if it’s just that
she let go
a life time of melancholy hit her
she accepted the quote
asked if I could send a different installer
to put the robe in


The second woman
I knocked twice
almost left
when the clack and rattle of bolts
turned me around

same moment of lost-in-the-past tension hit me like a pool cue

she was a screamer
multiple orgasms shook her thighs
she let everyone know
that they had better be jealous
loved to be choked
couldn’t get enough of my thick fingers
she used to walk in the club
grab my hands in reverence
kiss them
holding hard eye contact
then she would slap my ass and run away to drink and dance
said she always felt safe when I was there
was the the first to show me
women crave sex too
hunger for it
the same way men do
we’re just too stupid to notice
they’re walking around with an
open wound of lust

Life had not been kind to her
43 she looked every day of 60
cancer had eaten away the best of her she struggled to breathe
shuffle steps
her vibrancy the way she fell on my cock
the demand that I give it to her
like it’s the last fuck she’ll ever have
was decimated
she couldn’t look at me
said she remembers those days with me most of all

her friends had left her
husband gone
never had kids
she was alone
she made a joke that if I tried to fuck her now she’d need an ambulance
but at least she’d die happy

I continue being the cog
joke flirt
let her pinch my ass
let her hold my hands
let her see the break the scars
the thickening from work
let her reverently touch the calluses

sell her a robe
almost give it away

get in the van
sorrow had hollowed my chest
left me an open wound

last quote of the day

and of course
she was my almost
not quite
one of my first flings in the land
of fuck and forget
when I was fumbling fingers
and premature

she was just as stunning
as I remember
lithe
a shark gliding through water
we stared into each other
for an eternity of milliseconds
my face flushed
I shook her hand
she remarked
that she had forgot how big my hands were
we danced around the quote
for forever
discussed options
finishes
aesthetic
runners
drawers
trouser racks

she asked if I could make a lockable cabinet

I was about to say sure

when she stepped up
too close
whispered
for my toy collection
her fingers gripping my shirt

we were a mess
of heat
I yanked her head back
tasted her insanity
I was back in the old me

grunting I tore her top to shreds
an out of control wild man
she unbuttoned her jeans and slid out of them no under-ware on
I turned her
had her kneel on the bed
broken right hand
dislocated shoulder
and I gave no fucks
because I deserve the pain

slid two fingers in
she was already dripping
found her clit with my thumb
pulled her hair back
fucked her with every part of my broken need
until she came
I kept going
and going
until she collapsed
took off my
boots
socks
shirt
pants

rolled her over
I slid inside my desire
to be anything but me
fucked her with the abandon
of the damned

pulled out just before
shot my load all over her stomach
and pubis
she was still shuddering
hands grasping her chest

somehow she still
wasn’t you

I am going to repeat an earlier quote by Angie: "Powerful, disturbing and beautiful. Geez tods."

That about covers it for me.