A while back I told in Xanga that I am writing a poem called“Nympho Maniac”. I only wrote the first draft at that time and stopped goingahead with it. I don’t know why, I just did not felt like writing the finalversion. Today, during break time at work I thought of this poem and took acopy of it and re-wrote the poem.
I am also working oncouple of other poems. I probably will post them before I go on vacation onJune 30th. It is that time of the year when I get back to my hometown. Milwaukee, WI. Five days of parties and fun. Last yearI planned to go but job, money and all sorts of trouble came together. Thisyear everything seems okay on the surface and I am getting better and better inwalking over the water.
Nympho Maniac.
<>Craved for attention of the masses,
She looked at her own looks and admired,
The kindness nature shown with prettiness.
Even from the teenage years when everyone praised,
Beauty with words unheard to that little mind,
Then the spoiler came from inside joining the masses,
Killed the innocence with lusty men,
First, it was a fun that passed through every vein,
Then it became a passion she thrived for,
Then an addiction she could never get rid off.
Nights and days passed unnoticed,
To every man she was a passion,
Every man for her, a necessity.
For every roll of smoke she blown,
And every peg of alcohol she drank,
For every man who adored her,
There was a reason for her, to forget.
Oh’ she will never forget that face,
A face from the crowd came,
Little he spoke about him,
But in curiosity adored her every move,
In those early teenage years spell bound her,
Her beauty with words he praised,
Her mind with her words he learned,
But her every bit with the hunger of a wolf he craved,
And thrown her into the addiction of sex.
No love she dreamt came from him,
Lured her into every acts unspeakable,
Sex, drugs and alcohol cursed them everyday,
A curse she never in her lifetime understood,
Then he opened her to every man he knew,
Still she in the depth of heart kept love she wished,
None came from him and left he one night, unnoticed.
Tears and pain took turns to adore her,
Then nothing but vengeance she felt,
Upon her own beauty that killed her innocence,
That which she adored and let others adore,
That which she used, to enjoy every man in every act.
Time and age through her life rolled,
Then behind wrinkles and grey hair faded away,
The beauty that kept every eye and hand upon her.
No man will touch her but she craved,
No drug or alcohol will keep her high,
But as much as she can she consumed,
Her past she never remembered,
As her own acts as a dark cloud covered,
Except the little glow she kept in her heart,
That gave her eyes a little glow,
And gave her a little warmth one last time,
Before her last breath she took, unknown,
To her own heart that left her astray,
In dreams that slowly faded, leaving,
Eternal darkness in her impure material life.
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