You can find Erin Hanson's poetry on Instagram (@thepoeticunderground)
Background track: Please don't cry by David Fesliyan
Obsidian_smile Erotic Audio Sex Stories 12
I want to fuck the self doubt from you
drive the ghosts from your darkness
leave you a mess
a tangled
breathless
glowing body
To run my fingertips up and over your hips
down every single ridge of your spine
and watch the constellations dance in their wake
I want to love you until you burn so brightly
I can no longer touch your skin
and I am left laying in your star fields
bathing in the moonlight
sleeping in the afterglow
(TYLER KENT WHITE)
Ready by Obsidian_Smile
Background track: Sands of Time by Juan_Sanchez-Music (Pixabay)
by Gloria Anzaldúa
It is our custom
to consume
the person we love.
Taboo flesh: swollen
genitalia nipples
the scrotum the vulva
the soles of the feet
the palms of the hand
heart and liver taste best.
Cannibalism is blessed.
I'll wear your jawbone
round my neck
listen to your vertebrae
bone rapping bone in my wrists.
Tl string your fingers round my waist
what a rigorous embrace.
Over my heart I'll wear
a brooch with a lock of your hair.
Nights Ir'l sleep cradling
your skull sharpening
my teeth on your toothless grin.
Sundays there's Mass and communion
and I'll put your relics to rest.
This piece by Stephanie Bennet-Henry is also dear to my heart and so here I am, speaking the words and hoping that one day I'll get to that exact point.
This is a piece that means a lot to me, so I gave it a spin. Maybe you'll enjoy my rendition.
Dedicated to C.
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Source of the poem: Nikita's Instagram
Voice and edit by myself
Background track: Serious dark sorrow by Ashot-Danielyan-Composer (Pixabay)
Maybe some of you might have heard my voice before and might remember me. (Or not, doesn't even matter.) I haven't really recorded a whole script in, oh boy, I think almost 2 years now. But recently I stumbled over this incredible piece written by the absolute treasure LittleLadyofT.
These words moved me to my core and already halfway through reading, I just knew I had to pick up my mic again and give this a spin. The connection I felt to it was as intense as the writing itself and I cannot begin to tell you how much I loved every word and emotion it made me feel. Hopefully I was able to do the dearest Lady's words some justice.
Feel free to listen to my version of this beautiful and bittersweet memorial.
Summary: This is a romanticized journey into the mind of an artist reminiscing and trying to come to terms with the loss of an exceptional muse.
It’s never really this dramatic…or is it?
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Voice, edit and sounddesign by myself.
Background tracks:
For Documentary by The Mountain (Pixabay)
Touch and Sound by Juan_Sanchez_Music (Pixabay)
Torn by David Fesliyan
Dreamy emotional ambient piano by Ashot Danielyan (Pixabay)
Awaken by Onoychenkomusic (Pixabay)
Introspective sad ambient piano by Ashot Danielyan (Pixabay)
Tears in my eyes by Serge Pavkin Music (Pixabay)
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*Disclaimer: All characters depicted in this fantasy audio are fictional and consenting adults. Written by an adult, performed by adults, and only to be listened to by adults. It is expressly forbidden to repost, upload, clip or shared anywhere without prior permission.
Use of headphones is recommended - contains binaural sounds
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Best enjoyed with headphones as it has some binaural in there.
Lyrics by Recoil, voice is mine, background video by Cottonbro Studio (Pexels), background track by ComaStudio "Deep Fashion Chillout" (Pixabay), edit by myself.
"The poem to end all poems" - by Caitlyn Siehl | read by S.
If I had to write a poem to end all poems,
it would be the word ‘lonely’
in every language.
It would ask for nothing,
only echo, echo, cry, then sleep.
Please don’t make me write it.
Don’t make me be honest.
Not after all this time, all this
gorgeous pretending.
I have finally spun a story that doesn’t
look like a failure,
and all I want to do is stay in it.
All I want to do is keep singing.
Let me stay in this kingdom without
a name.
The one I made.
Let me sit with my tin crown on my makeshift throne.
Let me do all of it.
Let me fight.
Let me be the dragon and the
spear that kills it.
I would very much like to be both.
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Voice is mine, background track by Serge Pavkin "Alone" (Pexels), edit by myself.
Voice is mine, background track Ashot Danielyan "introspective sad ambient piano"(Pexels), Video by Yaroslava Borz (Pexels), overall edit by myself.
A poem by S.
(to C.)
You came
like an unexpected quiet winter storm
in December.
Wrapped me in soft white blankets.
Made me
drift away with you to this sphere
where you
ignited the idea that
my heart
could finally warm itself on this
small fire
you lit inside this dark
windowless cabin
that is my torture chamber.
Its brightness
shone softly on all of my
bruises & scars
and it had me almost convinced that
this cabin
isn’t a prison, but a beautiful and safe space for us.
Your lies
caressed me gently, until I felt
a sting
which reminded me that
me & fire
were never friends to begin with.
A look
in the mirror is what you gifted me.
I fell
as I recognized our disfigured souls.
We both
were victims and executioner, though
killing others
never was my strong suit.
I cried,
I hoped, for you and for me.
Our pain
the same but oh so different.
Its thawing,
this blanket you wrapped me in.
The flame
extinguished by fate cause it had
already written
that we should never be.
Leave me
here in my cabin, like the rest of them did, in my
torture chamber.
Take hope
along, as it isn’t meant for me either,
I don’t
want it anymore. This is the place where I am destined
to stay
and decay in silence, in my own ruins.
