NocturnusLibertus's Poetry

Look, can we just have sex?

I yearn for your body,
I want to watch it being pleasured,
And cannot measure the lust,
my soul endeavors...

I-... I don't feel like doing this right now- Look, can we just have sex?

Necrophiliacs

They say we defile the bodies of the deceased,
but we pleasure them in the afterlife.
They say we debase ourselves and our names,
although we have no names to tarnish.

Passion, Sex, Fiery Eyes

Each word she speaks, lives filled with emotion.
Her body moves, like the flow of the ocean.
A shape which fits her character so.
Her eyes that glisten, all richly aglow.

With her hair so smooth and lips so soft.
It isn't what moves her up to the top.
The top of the pyramid of lovers.
Who all (at a time) once loved each other.

Inside her, is a love that could never die.
With passion, sex, & fiery eyes.

Bound To Violence

I'm not a victim,
I'm just violent.
I won't be ashamed,
I won't be silent.

I hate, I fight, I scream, until...
accepted.
Only to control --
my desire to kill.

Kill for thrill,
kill for credit.
Call the ambulance,
get the medics.

Break my own bones,
bleed my own blood.
Celebrating the forceful...
emotional flood.

Troubled Heart

A cage that can't be seen of felt,
has trapped me in this place.
A being unseen tortures me,
for my ponderous disgrace.

I wait for his voice to save me,
from the venal wicked space.
As viles of bitter anguish fall,
I drink them for their taste.

When I grow jaded, this night reveals.
It has not left me time to heal.
Repudiating my sponsor's revival.
STRIKE! ARISE! We await your trial.

Or maybe I should save myself?
And fight alone, not need his help?
Will I only wander aimlessly,
Like planets on an asteroid belt?

Be free, take charge,
& maybe I'll get hurt.
For every life consists —
of lessons to be learned.

Feminism

Those veins in my hands,
they show that I work.
These scars on my face,
show I've endured hurt.

My rank remains low,
so continue to fight.
I must work to achieve --
for the rest of my life.

My muscles protrude,
as they pass, they see.
My work isn't taken
seriously.

Men & women gather,
they stand behind me.
We call ourselves Feminists,
they label us "crazy".

We liberate ourselves,
our minds and bodies.
For like-minded people,
awaken from the faulty.

Our thirst for empowerment has never changed,
our roots are thorough -- where they remain.
I'm given the strength to survive every day,
I live guiltless & unashamed.

Find A Door, Open It, (And Get

Remembering your face is a traumatic event,
thought a relationship would be my fucking time well-spent.
But I was wrong (so damn wrong.)
Yeah, I was so wrong (and now I'm singin' this song.)

So pack up your shit,
or I'll throw it out the window.
Meeting you?
Was like pricking my finder on a spindle.

Find a door, (like you did before)
Open it up (like you don't give a fuck).
I want you out (don't wanna see yo' ugly face no mo')
Don't let the door hit ya' (And Get The Fuck Out!)

See you were dancin' to the beat of a mating song,
I thought that it was sweet (so I joined along)
But that was stupid (like your goals in life)
The whole damned thing was struggle and strife.

No fun,
All you wanted was to play with my toys.
Dammit girl,
UGH! You're JUST like the boys.

You couldn't look me in the eyes if you tried.
I'm enjoying the day that we "died".

Find a door, (like you did before)
Open it up (like you don't give a fuck).
I want you out (don't wanna see yo' ugly face no mo')
Don't let the door hit ya' (And Get The Fuck Out!)

Slave

Massa' took my body.
Massa' broke my body.
Massa' gave me chillins.
Massa help me raised them.
Massa whip our chillin.
Why massa?

Massa laugh at me.
Massa push me down.
Massa take my body again.
Massa you can have it.
Why massa? Why you do me that way?

Sick, Sad, Sorry.

Sick baby,
Sick baby,
sick, sick, sick!

Twist baby,
Twist baby,
twist, twist, twist.

You screwed me over,
I screwed you up.
I don't even give the slightest fuck.

Sad baby.
Sad baby.
sad, bad, sad.

Rad baby,
Rad baby,
rad, mad, rad.

You think I'm sorry,
I KNOW I'm not.
Oh, now I'm a bitch?
Kettle, meet pot.

Super Sluts

It's 8:16, & I need sex,
So I'll ring up my baby Tex.
Lockin' lips & knockin' hips,
loud and we don't give a shit.

6 hours of sex,
aint really to long.
Especially when you're bangin'
to the beat of a song.

Opening our minds,
won't keep our legs shut,
Wonderin' why?
'Cuz we're super sluts.