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Poetry on the Dark Side:

Here you'll find a variety of emotional & psychological issues, fetishes, obsessions & such addressed in poetic form. Some are topics are approached with a dark & sarcastic sense of humor, others with a sense of graceful beauty. Nevertheless, don't be fooled, my muses for each poem is secretly very dark in nature!

DOMINATRIX

Lick my toes, and kiss my feet,
And make sure dude you keep it neat!
I see that wild desire in you,
But you’ve been told I’ll not be true!

But please, do bow down before me,
Yes, you shall now adore me,
You wanna kiss me, ‘cause I’m so cool!
Hah, you’re always such a fool,

Yeah, go ahead and serve me,
Though you know, don’t deserve me!
So, you think I am your friend?
But don’t displease me, or this shall end!

By, Dolly S.J. Piper, “Dominatrix” 2014©
Steam Trunk Publications™

I JUST LOST IT

Kat's Aftermath #11 ~ Still Life by, Dolly Piper

ABOUT THIS POEM: Free Style Stanza ~ (No background this time) I'm leaving this one completely to your imagination

Rummaging through the trash in my mind, 

I am looking for something, I lost long ago,
‘Tis something most precious I cannot find;
and it is so hard to figure, all this out now,
It was not my plan, but I lost it somehow.
Really, I did not mean to throw it away!

I frantically searching, for what I’ve lost,
But all I can find now is “missing” in me.
In a faded ol’ wrap, ‘tis labeled “the past”
I finally remember an “Us”, way back then,
back when we were the closest of friends;
we cleaved to each other, just you and me!

There was nothing, we could not face;
together we weathered all of life’s storms.
Was, just you and me, in each other’s arms.
My weary head resting upon your dear chest,
and you held me close, your heart was at rest,
we like the flowers, clung to morn’s sweetness.

But then, I just lost it, I tossed you away;
Two careless words were spoken that day,
then my last shred of hope, just went affray.
I still frantically searching for what I have lost,
But it seems now that “sorry” is all I can find,
So, all that remains here, is nothing and I.

With that found little wrap, once we were in,
and you in my dreams, all covered in sorrow,
I am aware, for “the we”, there is no tomorrow.
So, I have got to let go, and I'll do it, you'll see!
I’ll just have to abandon all my senses of reality,
Yep here goes, I just lost it, it’s easy, You see!

Poem “I Just Lost It” by, Dolly S.J. Piper 2012©
Steam Trunk Publications™ 2014

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GREAT EXPECTATIONS MISSING

ABOUT THIS POEM: 

(is Stanza Poetic style) http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/stanza 

Everyone at some point in their life has or will, "Love well, but not so wisely". Love is never wrong, but hopefully we learn from our mistakes, eventually learning that it is important to look at the character of those we love before wholly invest our heart into a relationship. 

    Sadly, there are those who never seem to learn that trusting in love with one's whole heart should be only given to those who are able to love in the same way. Those who never learn to "love wisely" are destined to repeat a self destructive behavior, which eventually causes them to become emotionally broken. Once broken, a person has lost their self esteem, & hope in ever finding a healthy love relationship. Therefore, these broken people, are usually willing to settle for less then the best in love; this leaves them wandering from one broken, abusive, relationship to another. Often times people who continually settle for less in love, are those who were abused or abandoned by parents as children. This poem is about one such, "heart broken" person.

GREAT EXPECTATIONS MISSING

Hey, didn't you notice, I’m missing today?
Your pledges still floating ‘round in my head;
Didn’t you mean those words you once said?
Wondering if only, you wanted me for play,
So tell me now, does my heart have to pay?

Today I asked myself, again and again,
“What is it that makes up this man,
And are his feet really, made only of sand?”
”So, shall I go now, or should I just stay;
No, I’ll fold my last hand, and just walk away?”

See I know, ‘cause I’ve been here before,
And I’ve learned this hard, “to just let go!”
No, I don’t struggle or beg, don’t cry no more,
Not when someone has closed loves door,
Now I just smile, and move on… you know?

Perhaps, he’ll think of me again one day,
Maybe he’ll wonder, “Why, is she gone?”
He may ponder, what was it, went so wrong,
Maybe he’ll think, “She didn't even beg to stay!”
But babe ya see, I’m just not made-up that way.

For some of us true love, it just does not last,
Like blossoms fall slowly, love drifts into the past,
Yet even so knowing, still I’ll seek loves sweet bloom,
And love I’ll always give it, from love’s first conception,
Because for me with love, there’s no great expectation. 

Poem “Great Expectation Missing” by Dolly S. J. Piper 2010©
LoreLight Arts™ Publishing transfer, Steam Trunk Publications™ 2014

A BROKEN ANGEL LIFE

Dedicated to the Recovering Victims of Domestic Violence

ABOUT THIS POEM: The following poem purposely deviates in form, this deviating style of poetry is called "Broken Verse," This poem was written in this style to give it the feeling of being written by a child. 

VICTIMS OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE: A "broken hearted child" lives inside of  every victim of domestic violence who was abused at a young age; this emotionally broken state will continue even into adulthood until a victim gets therapy & is finally able to begin to heal. Even following needed counseling, continued emotional support & understanding is often needed for several years. 

   This poem is a composite of many women's stories; as shared in victim's of domestic violence counseling & support groups

A BROKEN ANGEL LIFE

I was once a little angel,

Heaven sent me here you see,

But, my daddy he was wounded,

And so he broke down me,

Daddy battered and he bruised me,

Made me scream,‘til I could scream no more,

'Till there was not much of me

Left laying on the floor,.

Never thought would be a day,

That I could say "I'm free!"

'Cause my daddy hid his shame,

By mak'n a prisoner of me,

I only wished I knew then, 

What I had done so wrong, 

I surely must have deserved it,

'Cause it went on so long.

Then one day I grew up, 

And I just ran away,

I thought back then,

"I'll see, much better days!",

Yes, my bruises healed,

And my scars had faded 'way,

But I still felt their searing pain,

So deep inside of me.

Yes, I was a little angel once,

And yes I did survive,

But I oh, was so broken then,

I could no longer fly,

And for so very long,

I just felt dead inside, 

I buried all my pain, 

So I never had to cry!

Within my blanket angry,

I could so easily hide,

But still my pain was there, 

Just gnawed at my insides,

Then I met this doctor,

“Feel Good,” was his name,

Told me he would fix me up,

He could ease my pain!

He took away my pain 'tis true,

With a needle in his hand,

But then I found it did’nt last, 

Had do it over, and over, again,

The price for easing pain that way,

'Twas greater then I knew,

For it took all of my freedom then,

When I had none to loose.

What little life I had back then,

Was so broken, and so bad,

But don't you worry now,

'Cause this was not my end!

With some help from others,

Now, I can say "I am free,"

I am so blessed with new life,

Yes, that's what's 'come of me!

 

Was faith, and love from God,

And those my trusted friends,

Helped me, fix my tattered wings,

They helped me learn to fly again,

 

Now my new life cycle,

No longer causes me no pain,

'Cause I'm now helping God to fix,

Other little angel's tiny broken wings.

“A Broken Angel Life” poem by, Dolly S.J. Piper © 

Steam Trunk Publications™  October 2011

HELP STOP THE PAIN OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, DONATE TO YOUR LOCAL V.D.V. SHELTER OR FAMILY SUPPORT GROUP.

Anthrophobic Phaser

ABOUT THIS POEM: The following poem is about a person with a mental disorder called "Anthropophobia or Anthrophobia," which is the "fear of people," this causes a person to isolate them self from exposure to to social situations or crowds. In its worst form a person with Anthropophobia can become reclusive as they fear being around even one person. Therefore, although Anthropophobics may emotionally desire human contact; their overwhelming fear of people usually prevents them from having intimate relationships with others.   (Anthropophobia disorder is different from Agoraphobia  although both are panic disorders) 
Read about Anthropophobia disorder: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anthropophobia

Anthrophobic Phaser

Once upon a summer wind,
Nymphet came a drifting in,
She like specter femme fatale,
On graceful hallowed quest,
Coming here to sacred ground,

There she stopping now for to rest,
On trembling wings she rose again,
Light of foot, adagio then pirouette,
What promise was it drove her to it?
‘Tis such a beauteous dance didst she!

Nymphet’s reach now extended,
She, whose palms outstretched,
Now weighty soul, wouldst express,
Her fondest dreams of hearts desire,
And promise waits for her to grasp,

‘Tis just within that eager stretch;
Therefore, she paints her pretty lips,
To speak those sweet & ardent phrases,
Wouldst surely warm his stoic heart;
But no, for she shall never speak them!

‘Twas the frost of dread you see,
That did seize those dactyl tips,
Now she pulling to recoil them,
For hence, she is now dissuaded?
Oh, meager weeping bud petite,

Love still stirs, within her very core,
And 'tis this, will be her greatest woe,
Oh little bud, so sad, shall it never bloom?
For with all her angst that lives inside her,
That flower, it just has no room to grow.
“Anthrophobic Phaser” poem by, Dolly S.J. Piper © 

Steam Trunk Publications™ August 2014