Just found something I wrote a while ago. Feel free to comment or add your own work.

The Architect of my Appetites.


By Joshua Gorsuch


The vital fluid is strangely warm to the touch of my fingers

Clinging to the skin like reunited lovers

Hateful curiosity forces my hand and I taste that awful water

Sweetness fills my stomach as I foolishly drink my fill


I choke upon my hunger, stomach gurgling in eager anticipation

The dark thirst threatening to drown a forever parched throat

Sinful etchings of cascading desire blind my lusting eyes

I feel myself fade away, lost to basest emotion


At the height of passion, a beast wears my skin

A blind slave to the waves of reluctant sensation

Forgotten is the shame of sickening addiction

Only the taste of vitae, dancing across my tongue like an idol of seduction


Life is crippled by eternally degenerative urges

Existance narrowing to a single blur of perception

All I have left is the hunger, gnawing always at the edge of my mind

Even now I feel it calling to me, begging for sickly sweet succour


Shedding the skin in sanguinous epicure

The subject of my epitath lies prostrate before me

The thirst seethes like scorching flame through my flesh

I taste fear on her lips and it pleases me


Liquid crimson paints innocent alabaster

The lust bubbles and dies, laying placated

Lips are stained ruby, still sweet as the thirst sleeps

I know my fatal appetite will only grow stronger


The body is cold, eyes glassy and dull

Breasts no longer heaving under the gentle sway of her breath

I cry and urge her to awake, but the chill of her skin freezes me

I want to cry, but no emotion stirs beneath my fascade of humanity


I killed her, as I now know I had intended all along

Drained of every last drop of her life for the sake of my delicious orgy

She lies so still beside me, so deathly still

I close my eyes and try to sleep, to reach blissful oblivion


But I cannot hide from the revelations that savage my mind

Soul-numbing truthes sweeping my sanity aside

And sickeningly I know, beyond the charitable wall of doubt

That I am the architect of my appetites

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So, what do you all think?

I've got a second work, but it's a liiiittle longer, so I may wait for some replies to this one before I post it. Just an FYI.

I think that line is wasted words, because of this line



That paints the picture... And thats prolly my favorite line this... writing whatever you want to call it. I also write like this but the interents people tell me its not a poem because it doesnt fit there discriptions... whatever this is I like it a lot. I look forward to seeing more.

It's actually the only..poem..line..thing I've ever really written. The other one I wrote has been lost to time. I dealt with suicide, and was written for a school project, based around a book called Montana 1984 (not a bad read, in and of itself), but thank you for your comments. I know it has it's flaws, but I can't bring myself to change it.

Maybe I'll look into the book.

And there only flaws if you think they are. Just because I think theres a line that doesn't need to be there doesn't mean I'm right, and it wont make me right even if everyone else agrees with me. I may post something when I get home... I love getting critized(sp) because the people I know wont tell me if it sucks... all I ever here is it's really good... And personally I wanna call bullshit but... I dont and move on.


The only rules and regulations that are acceptable to me are Hiakus and the other one that requires a certian timing. Otherwise I think it's bullshit that a poem has to rhyme or whatever... To me rhyming makes whatever your writing lose meaning beacuse your searching for a word that rhymes rather the one that first hit your mind.

I wrote a Haiku.
But it wasn't very good.
So I won't tell you.

Wow. I'd like to read more of your work too.

I C WHT U DID THAR...

I've got a bigger piece, but it was written as a sort of journal for a WFRP campaign I was playing in, so it isn't exactly as dark or erotic as that was.

I was inspired to write this by hunger pains I get every know and then. For some reason I occasionally get just a brief pang of hunger, that feels almost like my gut is being twisted, so painful that they had brought me to my knees on occasion. I went to a doctor and apparently nothing is wrong. So I just eat when they hit, and I started writing this.

I've only read it in public once, to an audience of three women. Of the three, 1 was indifferent, 1 burst out in tears and 1 was aroused.

haha, 1 was aroused?
thats not usually actually said by people who do like it...unless your REALY into the whole body mutalition thing...but yeah, this is good!

(ps if anyone IS into stuff like this, i found a GREAT series of books online, pm me for details)

Welcome to...the poetry corner...with Ballscratch...
*snap* *snap* *snap* *snap* *snap*

Very tasteful expression of lust
I like it

Unstable, why did I picture you as Christopher Walken with that first line?

Because that would make it completely bad ass?

lol god he's an ugly SOB
I am far more attractive

That may be true... but you pale in comparison of badassery...


As promised a "poem" that I wrote a couple years back I've lacked motivation for some time... I like honest opinions or none at all please...

The Cold Silence
By Zasp

I sit wondering what to do
Do I laugh to try and make you smile?
Do I stay quiet to let you think?
Do I stare into those eyes making you feel wanted?
Do I look away so you break the cold silence?
The sweat pours down my neck nervous
With the excitement of just being next to you
I sit and wonder what to do
Only to make a fool of myself in
Front of you
I tense
You ask what’s wrong
All I can do is stutter
Meaningless vowels with no purpose of being there
Then you laugh to break the cold silence
And I start to laugh just out of reaction of my
Brain dead reactions around you
You’re sweet enough not to say anything
Yet I know you saying something inside that mind
That seems to intrigue me more than anything I know
Then you smile and I fall in love with the way your face
Shapes when you smile
All I am to you is some sweet boy
That is a good friend
I want so much more, but I yet know how to
Achieve my dream
In the cold silence that awaits before us

Maybe, but that's probably because Walken just gives off an aura that lets you know that if he wanted to rape you, you couldn't stop him. He'd overpower you no matter what you did.

Still not as bad as Malkovich, though.





On poetry, I rarely read it and almost never enjoy it. I prefer to work with prose. I find any type of poetry (except villanelles, oddly) hard to read. It's the rhythm of it, it seems wrong to me. I guess this was okay from what the others said? Maybe?

Your indecision tastes sweet on my lips.

That's not my indecision, angelthighs.

Hey, only my woman can call me that.

Thunderbuns? Gigglesnoosh?

That seems to get darker as it goes along there, pretty cool though.

Gigglesnoosh will do. And thanks, if you've ever played a good game of WFRP, then you'll know how dark it can be.