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I cum from deep pain, I'm bleeding out....
In a passion I can no longer contain.
Cum near Me Babe....
I promise it'll hurt I promise it'll passion
I promise it'll Me
A matrimony of all My prodigious desires
Her ass is a stack of pancakesHotter than JulyTeleported like the flyFalling like the skySimply sublime
Straight people can be so nosy sometimes
There’s always something y’all want to know about what I do in the bedroom.
But at the same time none of you really do
And honestly I don’t understand.
I am dreaming about pies
Or maybe it was chrysanthemums
Or the way your laugh sounds like distant thunder
and I always loved thunderstorms.
I hear your breath in my ear to remind me that it is 7pm
I woke up; you are in my bones
I’m thirsty with sand in my eyes
I feel you wrapped around my bones
Like cellophane under the muscles
Woven tight while I was sleeping
The night before you lured me
All my life I’ve been around
Niggas who think they can take something
From me
My skin
Rips at the sight of them
Their teeth
FlowersLilacs and cock, your hips are showingLilacs, lilacs, lilacsSports shirt is tight, bury me in your pitsLilacs, lilacs, lilacsHairy hole, cherry lubeShoppers brandLooking for a stemMoaning bitch, cumming on my chestHairy hole, I tied your st
Ya Know It's HARD To... " Come Correct "... !!!
WHEN Your Descent Is What Causes OFFENCE...
To These IGNORANT Heads... !?!
BIGOTED, YES As Well As ARROGANT... !!!
She heard a fly buzz.
Surrounded by anticipating eyes.
But she’d been fed lies
To glamorize
It all just because.
Now It's Simply My Vibe... !!!
But Now I Believe That The Price Is TOO HIGH... !!!!
To Have That HOT Wife Whose Got Those FIRM THIGHS...
And Boobies SO FINE That They Actually BLIND... !!!!!
So I love y'all and y'all love me? I don't know, but I do believe, our worlds exist separately, together simultaneously. I'm not blind, but I cant see. What tf y'all want from me. Is it money, is it laughs, is it honesty.
So The Song Is WELL KNOWN...
The One That Bob Wrote...
Where These Builders Refuse To Use Head Corner Stones...
They Now PREFER To Choose...
The Stones That They Can USE Like A Pair of Work Boots... !!!
Okay Now Kids Yup... Here It Is... !!!
That Spoken Word Ish' Mister Big Virge Brings... !!!
Rhythmic, Cryptic... Fit When It Flows...
To Equip Music And Notes I Quote...
With Vibes That INVITE...
So Who’s The HARDEST And Who’s The Smartest... ?!?
And Who HITS Those TARGETS Where Profit Margins Get Careers STARTED... ?!?
WITHOUT Having To BARGAIN Like A WINGLESS Starling... !!!
Now They STRESS That In Chess....
It's ESSENTIAL For You To Make The Right Move... !!!
Okay... LISTEN Baby...
... " Ya REALLY DON'T Get Me !!! " ...
thumbprints left on my inner thighs,
he opened me like his favorite passage.
watch the plot unfold
and skip right through to the climax.
I don't want to have meaningless sex just to get it out of the way.
I want a love that's real,
Powerful,
Exciting.
I don't want something that's based solely on physical attraction and longing.
So When It Comes To Poems...
My Styles Are... FRESH... !!!
When It Comes To Subjects...
Like How We Humans BLEND...
And CREATE... Children... !!!
So Who’s REALLY CLEAN In Our Societies... ?!?
When It’s Clear Now That Money Is MOSTLY... DIRTY... !!!!
Now By This I Mean That It’s Made By Teams...
Who Are Prone To Deceive And Are Mostly WEALTHY... !!!
Ya Know I Exercise CONTROL...
When Dealing Wid’ Ho’s And IGNORANT Bros’... !!!!!
In FACT I Mean NIGS’ Who Are FULL of... LIP... !!!
When It Comes To Things That Burn Like... CIGS’...
You and me don't say much verbally.
We do all our talking sexually.
But there's something I just gotta say
Honey,don't take it the wrong way.
Listen baby.Something just ain't right.
Ya Know I Pride Myself in Being...
WAY ABOVE The... " Average "...
The... " Average Joe "...
With... " Average Flows "...
The... " Average Bloke "...
Who SNIFFS That Coc'... !!!
” Come On Now Bro !
You NEED To LET GO of That EGO ! "
Spend ten hunnid on a bitcoin
I lost all my money in bitcoin
I made it back but a what cost
My wife left me...
Shit shit run down my britchs
Gay sex with my bitches
Play csgo got alot of lag
Pull out the glizzie, i am a fag
Heart broken on the floor
I have sex with a whore
Cheap vodka down the throat
i've always been attracted to challenges.
something about the chase,
the feeling of always wanting more,
the hunger that gnaws at you from the inside,
hiding.
always hiding.
what are you afraid of?
what is it that you're running from?
i'm so tired of this facade.
i'd help you find what you're looking for
I want to be the ghost in your world that lives in the warmth of a blanket
the slides around you as you watch TV
your laugh is music to my ears.
i cling to your every word like my favorite lyrics.
you strum my heartstrings like you've known how to play your whole life.
somehow i already know the tune.
galaxy eyes
look deep into mine
in them i can see the milky way.
lips like beams of light
create supernovas when they graze my body.
hands like planets
orbit around my hips
Ya Know It's Quite The Ride... !!!
The... Journey of Life... !!!
Taking In The Sights As Time Flies By...
I've Seen Myself Age As My Journey Has Arranged....
My Life To Dismay An Early Grave... !!!
Something we don’t know the cost of until it’s too late
We don’t know the cost until it’s sunk
No primal scream to warn us
We don’t know it’s air until we try to hold it
Don't you dare believe I just 'left' you.My love will always burn inside of me for 'My Boo",For you're the first and only who I let take a chunk of me.It stabs me inside knowing I waited 20 years for an AIT fling,
It can cure anything from a toe ache a headache
But it's a decision that we make
One in which another person's love and lust we take
It's an expression, it's affection
These Days I Stay... “ Elusive “...
While Some Would Say... “ Reclusive “ …
My life has been on hold for so long I didn’t even realise
No progress has become the new norm
While I sit here and wait for you to love me
Like once upon a time when we were both so young
Ya’ Know My Poetry Shows …
That I’m … “ Taking Notes “ …
Yes … “ Mental Notes “ … !!!
Notes of Quotes …
Quotes From Those Whose Rhetoric Shows …
PLEASE .... FORGIVE Me If I Curse To Quench My Thirst ...
To Poetically Let My Speech Run FREE ..............................
“Take me,” She said. So I took her away. I went inside, but not like they went inside. See, I didn’t make her
suffer when I felt her flesh. They took away my innocence while I confirmed hers. You call me “girl” and call me “crazy”
She Was RIGHT She Was RIGHT … !!!!!
My Ex Girlfriend Was … OH SO RIGHT … !!!!!!
She Always Said,
... "Virge, you do realise, i'm low maintenance !"
By This She Meant …
A Lot of Hot Women Have Got PROBLEMS … !!!
These Days I'm ... " Hearing " ...
LOTS of Things About Peoples' Relationships ...
ALL Kinds of PROBLEMS Between Women and Men ... ?!?
What Is It Wid' Girls And Their CRAZY World ... ?!?
Headspace FILLED With TWISTED Curls ...
When What's Instilled Is FAKENESS' Served ...
Upon Those Platters That LACK REAL Data ... !!!!!
So What Is The Deal With ... " The Relationship Game " … ?
Because Truth Be REVEALED I Can't Take The STRAIN … !!!
MAN I Sure Can Pick Em' ... !!!!!!
These ... CONFUSED Women ...
It's Like I'm DRAWN Somewhat Forlorn ...
Like A King That's PINNED On An Old Chess Board ...
THIS ONE Was TALL ... Waistline Small ...
WOMEN ... Raise Children ... !!!
BITCHES Have ... " Kids " ... !!!
WOMEN Are Forgiving ... !!!
BITCHES Have STINGS ... !!!
BITCHES Will Say ... "Men aren't nice to them !' ...
They ... HATE IT Don't They ... ?!?
When You ........................................................... IGNORE Them .....
SITTING ON THE WINDOW SILL,TRYING TEXTING YOU. THERE'S A LITTLE DRIZZLE OUT THERE REMINDING OF YOU
Some Girls And Women Nowadays ...
REALLY Make Me LAUGH .... !!!!!
They CLEARLY THINK They're SMART ...
So CHOOSE To PLAY The ... " CHASE ME Game " ... !!!
Well ... "Not me babe !" ...
Listen Man … " What you waiting for ? " ...
A Housewife And Mother Who Acts Like A WHORE … !?!
Good Luck With That Man ... !!!
If You Find One Like THAT TRUST Me She's UNIQUE … !!!
I’m riding hard
your disco waves
your beat was made
to move me
your body pulse
I dig that vibe
we slide right down
to groovy
Now holding tight
hot tunes entwined
the American nesting doll opens
up under pressure boiling till the tip
oozes out spitting epiphanies of
progress onto the middle nation
new obligatory pushes away
from abstinence toward pink bubblegum
She's One of THEM Who DISMISSES Men ... !!!!!!!
Because She Says She's INDEPENDENT ... !!!!!
And In This Case THIS ONE Is French ...
LADIES If Men Ask You THIS ...
"Would you like to go out, for a couple of drinks ?"
DON'T Reply ...." I've got a boyfriend " ... !?!
That's NOT An Answer To The Question ... !!!
I Could Write About Women Every Single Day ... !!!
Because Their Ways Leave My Head ... SPINNING ... !!!
Do You Ever Get The URGE To Write Down Words ...
Which When Observed Help People ... LEARN ... ?!?
What A Shame ... What A Shame ... !!!
You Like To Play Games And CLEARLY Like To SNIFF Cocaine ... !!!
Why Let Your Brain Go Down The Drain Why Be Like THAT Babe PLEASE Explain ... !!!
To Become English Citizens It's Been ... " Alleged " ...
Some Women Are Willing To ... S P R E A D Their Legs ... !!!
I Guess You Really Can't Blame Them ... !?!
" Lunar House " ... Down There In Croydon ...
You Girls Who Play Games Should Be ... " So ASHAMED " ... !!!!!
of Things That You Do To Get Your Own Way ... !!!
You Play With Mens' Minds So Much of The Time ...
That Guys Now Do Things That Aren't So Nice ... !!!!!!
Why Girls ... WHY ... ?
Do You Like To TRY ...
To MESS With The MINDS of .... " LOVING Guys " .... ?!?
I beg for the touch of a ghost
The parched throat of wind
His hands command me
Like a puppet
The breath of his sleep
Awakes my pulse
Girls These Days Are So Confused ... ?!?
They Seem To Be In ... " Alices' Shoes " ... !?!
YES ... " Wonderland " ... ?!?
What Is It With ...
... " Modern Women " ... ???
That Makes Men Want Them .... ?
Cos' Women These Days ...
Drive Men Round The Bend ... !!!!!
Stuffy nose, pale raindrops. Bloody crotch with cotton swab remains. Breathe in his scent and cough out the weed.Tight smiles with longing glares...toothless grins with bold hazel eyes. I'm craving. He's beautiful to me, fucking beautiful.
Behind closed doors she hides herself
and what she has become,
the cuts, the bruises,
the angry words said -
that should never be undone.
But luckily she lives and so forgives "Him"
You buy me flowers
You kiss me on my cheek
You take a shot of cough medicine
And leave it on the sink
How love lies like sex
In my bed, the liar is you
My sex addiction is and you.
The sun is dark blue
And all I see is in you.
My love, heart. Look!
Pale ace blue.
“There is no such thing as safe sex, since no one can create a condom for the soul.” -Jayce O’Neal
To think that we are here,
Connected pelvis to pelvis
By tubes and fluids
I felt love in all the wrong places.
I felt love underneath my clothes. Not in my heart, but the curl in my toes.
I loved the way you loved my body. You loved the way I said, "I'm sorry."
She’s my favorite of the five senses
Sight, smell, sound, taste, touch
Her face scrunched up
Grabbing at the pillows
Grabbing at my hair
Dear me from January,
It’s me, or rather I’m you,
But from six months in the future.
Not much has changed—
You still suck at physics,
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“so, when should we have sex?”
her lips were cherry pink and quivering with insecure verve.
(did she have braces yet?)
I grew up in a suburb
I grew up in a suburb full of white people
I went to school with only a hand-full of minority students
He’s ugly
Smugly laughing at your voice
Rejoice that soon you rid your life of him
Skim the bodies of campus again and find one better
Sweater weather is over
I’m hungry
I’m always hungry
Blame it on what you want but it’s just biology
Humans, just like any other mammal,
Need to keep their blood glucose levels stable
I had a red-eye from the kick and start pills I used,
coupled with a red hot bonner.
It was half past six and I had gone 6 rounds,
lubricants from my last condom drained out.
Comin' up in this confusing world
You're not sure if you're a boy or a girl
You told me not to tell your parents
But could your haircut make it any more apparent?
Somebody help me get through this
When I titled this poem 'ED', it doesn't spell the name Ed.I have erectile dysfunction, I can't take my wife to bed.I don't get any action because of this limp thing of mine.
What light lives inside you?
A message, like a neck I might graze,
Harder than cider to the tip of my tongue,
Skin terracotta, and glance just as glazed,
My body became
A vacant spot.
As my emotions
Began to rot.
The love he gave, the
Emotions were real.
The "I love You's"
Became surreal.
I see his face and her face, I see all the rest
But do you not see the hole in my chest?
I hear his voice and her voice, I hear theirs too
But darling, where's your voice? I only want you.
The word "fight" never seemed to apply
I see its far more than what meets the eye
A promise made in youth that must live when youth dies
And I fight. Oh, its a front and a facade - yes, I fight!
You tell us nothing scares you more than death.
You lie awake at night, after ending your prayers
And stare
At the meaningless body,
When you're told the cock in your mouth makes youDirtyLewdDisgustingLike a serpent slithering into your bodyBurning your throatAnd your soul
You would feel ashamed, right?
S*x is human nature
Confiding in s*xWhether byP*rnO*rgiesOr just having it
It's all human nature
EveryoneExcept for a small but significant sumWants s*x
may I tell you what I I know?the sun beamed furiously on me today,I could hear her warm glowsun dry my skin like hay
I wasn’t made to beautiful
I’m not some flower to be admired
A perfume for you to smell
I don’t have a stem for you to pick.
I wish I could warn you
Try not to let them see you sweat, or in your case, glisten. But if ever your heart is heavy, your face wet, I'm always here to listen. Not just willing, baby I'm insisting. Let me kiss away, the stress of every day. Been working all day?
Hey you. Yeah, I mean you. Mind if I rant to you a bit? I know it’s weird of me to ask this,but I need to rant to anyone at this point.
Asexual is not a lie
We don’t want attention
No one simply needs a good fuck
We are people too
According to biology sex is a necessity
We disagree
Sex is a pleasure
But not for me
Today I painted my nails black
so next time I
dig them into your warm
cold, indifferent back
you might feel my anger
under your skin
and maybe my kiss might
I want you.
I don't tell you but I think it every day.
I want you. Putting emphasis on every word I say it three times over.
I want to kiss you unil are lips are raw and there is no emotion left to be shared.
The Vulva Dress puts the notion of opening conversation and normalizing the vulva through fashion. The intentions for the piece was to strip down the functionality of the dress to completely focus on the folds of the vulva.
Be careful my brothers and sisters how you see your opposite sex, they
appear like Angel's, and sometimes end up being the devil himself.
"Be Careful"
The True Facts About A Woman And A Man
A woman marries for love,
A man marries for sex.
A woman is giving,
A man is selfish.
What Is Sex Really About?
Someone once asked me, what is sex really about?
Is it when a man climax and your name he utters out?
Is it the intimacy of the act between a woman and man?
Sweat,
I feel it dripping down, wet.
Heavy breathing
I close my eyes, hoping it’s just me dreaming.
Softly touches me,
I hold him tightly...
Trapped,
How is our baby bear?
Is it healthy is it strong?
For you two I'll never cease to care
I don't care if chasing you is wrong
You are worth the world
I wrote the poem to my ex
Even though the topic of sex makes me feel uncomfortable,
there is a problem that needs to be addressed.
For years in school, they teach us about sex between a man and a woman,
The soft breeze, the natural air, it's amazing. It's like it's making love to me. Saying it loves me, and cuddling with me. While the windy noises puts me to sleep, giving me a comfortable feeling.
There are two of me
The first me – the real me – is a good kid
Does what their parents ask, be nice to everyone,
never push the limits
The second me is a lost soul
A body with missing pieces
Fiery is the only way to describe the feeling of skin on skin with you
And the way your teeth find the underside of my ear
Hands that wrap around each other like long-term promises
You scream and shout, and even laugh Laughing is just like crying, come on just move on Sounds of children calling on as they cut through the rye My head gets filled up with fear and it feels like my soul is falling But now you are racking your ha
It’s supposed to be a fun night
Dancing with friends
Hitting on strangers
Having a little too much to drink
Do you remember that Embrace?
Do you remember what was the case?
I remember what you said after staying up all night,
After seeing you again I have to remember you meant,
i don’t even know how many petals are on
a sunflower
but i’m sure you’ve picked all of my innocence off
and the daisy is dead
he loves me not
metronome heart
allegro to affrettando
pump
hair rises like furtive
ballerinas on strident
piano keys
Why am I the easy one when you too, were in the act?
Why does my vagina limit me, to every single terrible thing just associated with sex?
Why can’t a girl want sex, and not be a hoe?
But he can want sex and get cheers?
Press against my begging blossom,
Reaching for
Thy tender kiss.
As I quiver beneath your bosom,
Fill my womanhood
With bliss.
For I trust you with such bounty,
Take away
My body was a vessel for the male ego,
An instrument of pleasure and of sexual gain,
Until a sensory angel came into my life
And turned sex into love again.
Worship is a fetish.
Worship rocks, worship animals, worship planets, worship stars, worship sky, worship ground, worship man, worship mind, worship everything you can wrap your brain around and then worship everything you can't.
"Where did the connection go?" He asks as he sits on his phone, his body language screams, "Engrossed in a world that's not his own."
The Weekend hits.
Responsibilities are forgotten and people give less shits.
Friday to the break of sun on the last day,
we know nothing but how to play.
But sometimes we play too hard
As we draw closer, We become the naked vine. The two become one- Breath combined.
Her skin so soft, like petals of a rose...His hands fall across her, like a gentle breeze blows.
He wanted hot food and sex
She wanted warm beds and love
And they fell into this sort of dance
Her giving him everything he wanted
When I was left heartbroken and lost people began to tell me that the best way to move on was to get under someone else. I thought giving my body to someone else meant I was moving on from you.
Being with you is like going to the symphony
or wait, being part of a symphony
sometimes I can't tell the difference
Sometimes I feel as though I'm watching and listening from the audience
I tell myself that it's just a little bit of spotting
A teeny bit of unsustained bleeding
Nothing more
But it's much more than that
It's almost like we're trying for a pregnancy
Again
To those who want witchery dead,
Tread carefully,
You could find me in your bed.
When you're drunk on cheap tequila potions,
And I'm lonelier than sin,
I'll play up the magic
Sleep around player.
Don’t be a pussy.
Grab her by the pussy.
My legs are shut,
Crossed,
And locked with my chastity belt.
You were my first love,
At least that is what I thought.
You messed up my life,
Because now everything I do is related back to you.
To him:
I dreamt of him
Again
Of his dark caramel skin
On my porcelain white
His soft hands combing
Through my thick hair
His full lips
Pressed against mine
To him:
I dreamt of him
Again
Of his dark caramel skin
On my porcelain white
His soft hands combing
Through my thick hair
His full lips
Pressed against mine
He says: “You’re beautiful”
And I smile.
He lies to me over and over again,
But I don’t mind anymore.
He’s the only person I know
Who lies just to make me smile.
He kisses my neck,
As I look into your eye I see a fire,
with that a hidden lock desire.
When I touch your skin it makes me melt,
making my body being to swelt.
I tremble for what we are doing,
Tongue.
Mine and yours.
Mine on you.
Body.
Yours and mine.
Yours on me.
Tongue.
Seal the blunt.
Hand.
Roll it.
Lungs.
Inhale and exhale.
My roommates hosted a house party
My friends were there
Strangers were there
There was alcohol
Then there was you
I didn’t know you
You called me your girlfriend after one conversation
a woman so full in her figure and bright her mind is the most beautiful presence on this celestial rock
(her curves so soft) my hands stroking her thighs and gripping her waist she (moans)
I don’t know what sex is…
I mean I obviously KNOW what sex is...but
I don’t know what sex is...you get it??
“Dating is a chain in which two or more people gather in an enjoyable, consensual romantosexual relationship.”
That is what the textbook’s stating
But let me tell you the reality of dating
Now, don’t get me wrong
In a modern world, consumed by sex, one does not think of Love.
It is only the minority that still practice love, real Love.
Love is cute dates, Courtship, Kindness, kissing.
I first checked you out in school.
I don’t know what caught my eye
But it doesn’t matter because I was too shy
And let you pass by for the fear you were “too intellectual.”
The most favorable flowers,
Snipped from their leaves,
Snipped from their roots
I want to hold you,
I cannot seem to let go.
I miss you,And by you, I mean that feelingThat feeling that once consumed my whole existenceYou made me feel whole,And brought me kisses down my backHugs that were so good I didn’t want to let go
the privilege of touchinganother person’s bodyconnecting skinto skin thisis the gift of aphroditesubtletya grace in touchingfingertip to palmhead to necklips to hand this poetry of silencebridge between solitudeand something bettermingling of
Sex is such a given
At this point,
I wonder what else
People will ever seek
In a stranger.
-ajh.
back in the day we used to pray
today you say it ought not be that way
back in the past was a blast you see
today I'm as a mouse stuck in a maze
getting stuck inside its cage
i gave you a chance
and you took it
you made me feel beautiful
and wanted
for the first time in a long time
i craved your attention
i caught myself in a trap i had been in before
She touches me below the waist and
sends an electrical current through my entire body
Passionate kissing
One body on top of the other
Hips rocking and squirming
Stomachs touching
You move to unzip the back of my dress-
(the white one probably, tight and very couture
which might be irrelevant,
but adds to the overture)
-but keep pulling the metal tab
down the gray train tracks
Leaf falling down a tree
A whole life attached to a native bough
Clingstone to freestone, pinnate to palmate,
Persistent untill the wind sets it free,
Far from crown it goes now
Hate's leaf scar on its state
A Traditional Goat am I
A Whimsical Fish are you
Yet so charming your kindness and mystique
What ever was a pragmatist to do?
A bond of emotion
Which took time to build
Until the night
In the back of his head, he knows he wants more
than just sex from her.
In the back of her mind, she knows she is exclusively
attracted to girls.
They go ahead with it anyway.
I've watched your broad shoulders stretch outward,
Listened to your beautiful quip of laughter,
Traced the flesh of your lower back,
And told you about my darkest moments.
Giving, giving, giving, giving, giving, no take
I thought that just for once, my heart would catch a break
Break as in rest, but instead the shit shattered
Light kissing switches to heavy making out switches to hips rocking switches to wandering handsThe lights turn offTo be continued...
The Storms we made last night
Sent the birds flying
To calmer pastures
Lest they feared dying
The Storms we made last night
Shook the hotel to its foundations
The chaplain surely wondered,
Innocent eyes, hope alive, secret desires, tongue tied, plastic smile,
Manipulative mind, genuine heart, conflictive thoughts, emotions rot,
Talking to him he has never even heard of Blue Velvet
But with you we discuss the details
Small things
He thinks it's his favorite
Mine is Mullholand
we discuss
Mulholland is scary
When the luminous rays of the fireball so many miles away just glistens off of your brown skin...
It often forces the mind to wander to distant sacred places that can only be found within...
Do you think it stopped?The yearning for your fingers against heated skin?Do I look like I have lost my feminine tensions?Do you think I have forgotten what it felt like?What any of it felt like?
Today I met a friend
Someone Strong and funny and out going
Someone small and frial.
Someone faint of heart
I met someone knowledgeable
but that wasn't my friend
His hands are cold strings of light
Mesmerized eyes with dark ash at sunrise
Kisses that take more than give
Mixed with a man's after shave and swear
Warm underneath dearly painted lies
These bold orange nights are filled with whispers
Bodies splayed out under an arrange of
amorphous solids.
Crammed fingers shoved under pillows
hesitance before a plunge
of forgotten silence.
You whisper delicate lines
between each kiss
I hung on like death
Everyting you do it toturous
my passion burning within
to the promised sunrise
The secret sweet
we are children in the dark,
only able to see by the light
of the reflections of our skin in the moonlight.
You told me I have to play the game of society. If I don’t I won’t succeed as a writer, but a whore. Who is to define my intelligence by the purple marks of sex on my skinny neck? You?
His hazel soft eyes were enticing,
Flashing their way through her soul.
The feel of the valve..
A sure way to tell..!
She couldn't stop the gaze
Locked in his cage...
It was forever.
You know, when I was younger I used to think that love came from melding flesh.
That all you needed to fill your own emptiness was blood, bones and fire.
where did the minds of the people go?
the minds that love the idea of loving someone
giving yourself to someone, but not physically
Everyone says I need to get over you But I can't seem to convince myself were throughWe're doneWe're overJust wish I wasn't sober Wish I could delete the thoughts From my headBut somehow
The flow of our bodies begins to harmonize
A chorus of grunts and moans crescendos
Urged forth by her begging eyes
Our symphony climaxes behind fogged windows
Like good Christians we go to church
Like good Catholics we go to Mass
Like our Savior we offer our bodies
Natural and crass
We take our herbal remedies-We put on our armor
That we may withstand
There was a shooting star
So it had to be fate
That I would let you fuck me
Romanticism isn't dead
John Mulaney, a walk in nature,
17 years.
I had been asleep for 17 years.
Lost in a world of dreams, hopes, and aspirations, I forgot that i was a teenage girl, almost out of high school, with no "teenage girl in high school" experiences.
I have sexual feelings
He has sexual healing
I have sexual thoughts that need to be pulled from the heart
I need my soul to be stole with one good stroke
As he whispers
He wants that good love
You make me think that I can't be free.
Make me think I'm a princess, in a tower.
Whisper menacingly in my ear that you'll eat my flower, make it sound like a good thing.
I wait for you to kill me.
Bright light, lovely pale flesh,
reflecting blue as the moonlight catches movement,
as fingertips dance across flesh,
hot and humid breath catching at the back of your throat,
I remember the taste of your lips,
sweet,
and soft,
reminding me of fluffy clouds,
I didn't want to wash the taste of you from my mouth,
I remember your arms wrapped around my waist,
Everyone's high these daysSmoking joints between classes That we can only afford by sucking dick and taking names because we are up to our armpits in college debt and drowning in self worth issues but when I'm high it's alright I don't have to thi
This song sounds like sex
the beat, steady and rhythmic
erotic, teasing
This song sounds like you
I fucked a man my best Sunday dress
the very Sunday i claimed a curse
the sin of gospel hymns chatter
a sweet delight of sour broth of mourns and clatter
By day we are draped
In dignity and class
But when the night falls
We do an ornamental dance
We take our Medicine
We don our Keys with Ointment and Bags
Only good must come from this
For a moment you W/As my Girl and Any Time, Any Place a Piece of My Love is yours in perpetuity bluntly put You Got Me; little did I know you would Teachme those Pieces of Me would Climax
Fuck my mind, make me cum to my senses
While I tempt your mind ass I make your body wait
Slim waist, a phat tass, long black hair and a pretty face
You turn me on YES! But I need more I hate to sound so needy
I told you I loved you over text. You told me you would love me too, if I had a penis inbetween my legs. I begged you not to tell anyone about what happened, and cried in the shower, wondering what was wrong with me.
I want to bite down, bite down, bite down
"I'm proud of you, you did it on your own."
Bite harder.
She's still trying to suck the air from my lips
One evening, I watched two dogs mate
The male jumped on the back of the bitch
Thrusting away till he implanted his snake
Deep inside the bitch’s haven to make sin
They entwined like a recreational activity
One evening, I watched two dogs mate
The male jumped on the back of the bitch
Thrusting away till he implanted his snake
Deep inside the bitch’s haven to make sin
They entwined like a recreational activity
My pussy is sticky with dirty thoughts of you
My mind is slippery with puddles of what could be true
My soul is trippy, it possesses the glee and the gloom
And my heart is iffy on whether or not I should dive into you
Hand on hand, skin on skin, touch touch
Sliding in your fingertips, touch touch
Blood is sauntering, energy is wandering
Both through the passageways of my veins
Grass is greenier with bumble bees
Depression goes away with some Hennessey
Bonnie and Clyde were together to the very end
You don't even want to be my friend
The alcohol and drugs don't mean a thing
I write from a place that holds secrets
Sex, alcohol, drugs, you know what the deal is
We all lock it away to get a taste of freedom
I just got out of middle school
Finally free from there
But now have woken up and realized
High school is about here
So now I get to deal with
Adult like drama
Instead of Jake is dating Ella
You say Beauty comes from within,
but you always make it about my body.
You say Patience is a virtue,
but you keep wanting to go faster.
You say With age comes experience,
2am
Time for the money
That's what she lived by
Beautiful girl,
Spiral curls that swayed at her waistline
In a quagmire of misery the girl wallows.
Her feminism a bitter pill to swallow.
It’s a man’s world, so a man’s code she should follow,
Is a lie they tell her and if only the society would allow,
I hate the world.
Especially when I find myself
In an office on a hot afternoon
This is not my cup of tea.
I am busy talking to people I couldn’t care less about;
About shit nobody cares about.
It has been a long tiresome day .
But for some reason, I don’t want to go home .
Oh, I know why I don’t want to go home yet.
I need to put a few in me first.
It has been one of those days,
Where I don't care if she goes or stays.
Deadlines passed me by,
And bosses expressed their dissapointment.
It was generally a day,
Of emotional excrement.
Sex is a duet, sonNot a solo songI plead guilty for singing alonePlaying my Organ all aloneWhen I was youngYea, I was wrong. So wrong!
absinthe kiss love drunk
and it's green like we're both green
clean lovers watching from the windows
both lost and dizzy
but so very much in jealous love
ripe love new love
[Freestyle Slam] 7/12/2016
Grave me with the words left unsaid; that drowsy night under the light pole I was waiting for a man who said had loved me.
My little sister loved eggs.
Every time we went over to Aunt Mary’s house,
With her coops of cocks and chickens,
She had to see some freshly laid
Eggs.
You asked me why I am shaking.
Because I am unable to sit still with you.
I want to be closer.
So close the only air I breathe
is the air you exhale.
I want the only space I take up
You’ve always told me
that you get your best ideas
driving alone
when your weary body
slips into
your hypnotic state
when your eyes
become the headlights
that light the way
I lovethe way she shovesme down on the bed.Our heads/
spinning,with sweetnessbetween the sheets beginning.
/
Skin,
Raw,
Going down between legs
As far as the eye can see
Sweat beads
Couch creaks
And time moves slow
Fornicating in what was taught to be
The ultimate sin,
I had a math teacher
When I was in eighth grade
We' d hang out at his house
And play video games
I thought it was a little strange
I thought he was weird
But, he let us smoke weed
I am a girl, I think
Sucking on the fingers of the sun and
Crossing my eyes to protect my soul from demons
I am the child of lux conception, I think
The flash of HD illumination lighting my way into
Sweating spoons settle in a drawer
They're stuffed inside like sardines
They kiss in there, they don't want anything more
They're acting like "celibate" teens
Those silly slippery spoons fancy spooning each other
I guess the reason I am the way I am
is that from a very young age
my vision of the world was
cracked
from sleepless nights
until dawnless
mornings.
I tasted my first sip of alcohol at a very
Baby
Do better
Cuz this lackin is leaving slack
In
My rope, don’t forget you gotta pull me up, Boy
You got responsibilities, Boy
Daily rageJalapeño hateSons burn my eyesCradle my cockI’d chop it off if it weren’t necessary for children.It ruins my life.Such a sensitive sensory.Thinking with my dick
Shit...that's all I could say on the night that my dad made us go different ways.
I said it three times as I put on my pants, and he knocked on the window as you pulled out your hand.
Woke up this morning sweating
Laying in a wet spot
The heat must be on high
Cause this house is freakin hot
I look out the window
The sky is dark and grey
I drank a lot last night
Laying in the bed
With my girl last night
Trying to get some booty
But she's putting up a fight
She said "Leave me alone,
and let me watch my show"
But you know I can't stop
Young Billy he thought
That was he was in love
With a sweet little thing
As cute as a bug
Her name was Molly
All points and curves
So beautiful she was
That I don't have the words
In the morning on the bus
On the way to school
I sometimes get a boner
And it really isnt cool
Cause its hard as a rock
And I dont know what to do
I try to pull my shirt down
Opening his mouth to receive the tender of her
Legs, he knows not to taste the
Inside yet. War is a calculated process.
Victory takes many a stroke to be won.
Intense is his brave
Poppies asunder put me under;A slumber bathed in deep, dark umber, Oneiroi aplenty approach me there;Company where there exists no air. Poppies given to me by you;Poisonous mixture, a warlock's brew.
You play me like a master.
Using dips and caresses to hear the staccato of breath from my lips.
Your name crescendoing as I reach my peak.
My body now shakes with the vibrato of the music our bodies made.
Tears, sobbing, falling.
Curled up, disappearing.
Fading, caught, captured.
Reaching, yearning, clinging.
A gentle hug, stroking, calm.
Then darkness, sleep…
But no, wait, no, wrong.
Parallel Play
I.
You once said that tearing off clothes is like peeling
an orange, and that making out reminds you
Tell me I am nothing
That's what everyone else does
Tell me that I am crazy for falling in love!
Call me insane, because that is how I feel
being in love when the love is less than real
your love; I am wondering if it’s enough.
We said forever but I wonder if I am a liar.
I wonder if my God has forgiving me for gambling your love.
My heart would feel complete if I only fallowed through.
It's funny how love has a smell
It comes when two bodies fit perfectly together
Like long lost halves
Pieces missing from a whole
It's funny how long that smell lingers
In sheets
In clothes
Lights go low
Go dim
And I have never felt love like this
Like your kisses on my neck and hands on my legs
And I have never known love like this
Like moonlight is the only way we can see
Let me fuck your body, make love to your mind.
You do not critcize, simply coincide.
Just like the leaves, you shall fall in time.
Like success, darling, you shall be mine.
Give it to me
Fingerlicking Oh Yeah
This is heaven, you ARE my sin
It's innocence lost.
If you got sny prettier, you can be my goddesse.
Touch my heart but go a little slowly.
Summer rays continue to penetrate me as my sweat licks his body.
He now penetrates me.
The sound of his voice is hotter than this heat.
Needle like fingertips on my tighs and ass.
This sin is scorching.
Our sweet generation lost in space
Fuck you to the moon
Pissing out of widows and raping the world in a single glance
Can you imagine all puckered lips and spit flying
Along
time
we
go.
To
where?
I
do
not
know.
But
swift
is
our
motion,
commotion,
and conversation
about
timeless
The time has come my friends,
for stories to be told
for bridges to be sold
and hearts grow cold.
Dark caresses
between sweet fingers.
These smoke rings I blow
shatter the crisp clean air.
Like little red running shoes
Dripping with guilty deeds,
Washed cean though water-sogged
Deep within the reeds.
Lips a lullaby, soft words a few
Warm Caresses, every cell on end
Tongue strums, O so sweet a melody
Fingers searching, finding every crevice
Dark eyes, look straight into the abyss of love
Breached bodies searching for common ground, Jocking for key positions your arms touching me now,Fully clothed no rush, Our minds are just on lust, Intimate sex, and trust,We get together...*shush, Her finger over my lips, Warm hands on her hips
What is it like to kiss?A moment of pure bliss,Of joy and ecstasyThat turns realityInto scattering starsAs you fall in his arms.
We live in a world that's black and white,Wrong and right,And that's okay,Because I am a different shade of grey,
Thy heart is the parchment upon
Which I burn these words of lust with the quill of passion
Each cloud-like touch of mine,
Dies to explore every inch of thy sacred valleys and holy arches
If I had a dying wish,
A is for adultery and
B is for bitches— the
Cunts that
Don’t know how to keep their legs shut.
Egged on by eager men,
A is for a dirty girl,
Banished from the
Church, a
Devil’s child,
Excluded because of an unlawful
Fuck.
I fell in love in three days. In three days, I felt emotion radiating from your eyes as you gazed down into my own, softly cradling the edges of my heart as I foolishly let my guard down.
Pull heartstrings while you pull Hamstrings,
Make me feel your presence in it's entirety.
Lungs aren't full enough for you to linger this long, but
I don't care if you don't, and
There was a month where I smelled like cigarettes. You were the month that I tasted like misplaced jokes, who's punch-line snaked around my jaw;
You told me I made you feel the way
I feel when I draw circles under my tongue,
but I'm not very good with new concepts.Driving the nails into the coffin of my inhibitions,
Everyone wants to find the love of their life.
We entrust a stranger with our thoughts,
souls, and our entire existence.
Does the very thought of it frighten you?
With chapped lips and an aching heart,
I dream of glaciers drifting apart.
Heavy tears freeze as they graze air,
a blizzard arises as I feel your stare.
I recall the first day you loved me,
What even is a world without hate?I wouldn't know, this one sure ain't.We live in a society teaching us nobody cares,that nobody wants you,and nobody's there.Society teaches us to not like what we are,
We burnt out.
Our flourishing romance withered away
leaving us both as ashes of the people we once were.
Without our vessels,
we touch.
Our ashes attempt to replicate our bodies,
Because you said i was beutiful i began to redifined myself, God began to work. You loved my inperfections, my weaknesses, my hurt. You loved my scars from the inside out so I let you make love me emotionally and physically.
The music speaks volume
crying out to live it all.
It begs and pleads with me.
Insisting I open my quiet heart.
With every rhythm, every beat
my heart expands, it opens.
a heart beat is when the heart speaks
i guess it says a lot about you when you come around
a constant uproar as it pounds my chest
im lusting for your flesh im lusting for your best
The way you touched my skin made me tremble.
Your cold fingers swiftly carresing my cheek.
The way your hands grabbed me from behind
I never thought one look would keep me silent
I'm lost and i been that way for so long, i bear the results of these years and i wear them as scars.
Mistakes made and good intentions gone wrong,
Your lips give juice from the sweetest fruit.
Your dick gives pleasure like an unworldly treasure.
Your soul is not humdrum; it's much like the sun.
take it off so i can take you off
you squirt like a fire hose on full blast
i love the way you ride me and how you bounce that ass
as our lips contact our bodies overheat
It is a painful memory
To which there is no remedy.
I cut you; you don't bleed.
No eyelids, you don't see
That I cannot breathe,
And I am on my knees,
I am addicted to you
By the way you make me feel.
That feeling that makes me say oh.
You have to know that the ecstasy is real.
Your hands all over my body,
Playing it gently like so.
Her touch is a push and a pull,
It'll have you losing your mind and at the same time heal your soul.
A savage she is.
She'll claw you like a piece of meat,
While the beast in her kisses your lips.
My skin with yours
Your skin with mine
This lovely little
Pantomime
Heaving Breaths
Thirst for more
Take down the masks
That we once bore.
In the past,
If you knew the things you do me,
You wouldn't get enough of me.
'Cause no matter what, I'll always stay.
Take me, babe. Make me your sex slave.
I like your very vibrant mind.
My American psycho likes to kiss.
My American psycho likes me to be his.
My American psycho needs me to love him.
My American psycho is so stupid.
He has a dark, dark soul.
Throw me on the bed and rip my clothes off.
Give me hella head and force my legs apart.
Put it in slow and then fuck my brains out.
Cum and sweat all over, I shake and shout.
Once a disassembled existance,
I was burdened within a gyre of unending thought.
Pressing through time with little resistance,
I did what I pleased, knowing naught
Of the troubles to come,
beautiful proud black sister can I lie to you
like I so often do
tell you it was your point of views
that led my eye to you
or your genes that fed my believes
that I’m the perfect prime mate for you
His sweet skin has outlived its expiration
Finally, it has soured,
from the moment her lips touched.
Undeniably it had to happen someday:
the outside will always creep on in.
There is a surge in the universe
When you are in a moment completely,
When you meet a soul in that moment too.
When I shared infinity with you.
I am a millennial, a ‘Y’
Part of the Global Generation
Born between the birth of AIDS
And 9/11
Tingling sensations oing through my ear
and your distinctive lips draws me near.
Vibrations going through me bed.
Is this love or lust instead?
Wake up early in the morning and i'll be here
you call me
home
not a vacation house
for you to
visit on holiday
or rent out
but home.
and home isn't solely
where the heart is.
perhaps it begins
i thought i'd quit you
(knowing all the well that if you showed me
the least bit of attention
i'd come running back)
please come get me
of course, i come running
to find you
and you used to come here with me-
but i guess that segment of our relationship has
come to a close and
i don't know if i can wash the taste of you
out of my mouth
forget the scratch
Young lust
Simmers deeper than a gigantic tidal wave
The vivacious fusion of the two bodies
Begins to peak into the uppermost realm of infatuation
As they cover each other with outer warmth
Everyone is so obsessed with virginity. They ask:
Are you still a virgin?
How come?
You're not?
Who'd you lose it to?
When? Where?
How? But I ask back
I am controlled by this Bryiana,
What story has my face have told?
Her very presence sends a chill of electricity down my spine
It’s not as if I've never been here before
It's right there in that chair that you realize tears are imminent
Words so deep and enticing I can make a 30 year crack addict quit pipin'
Metaphors so colorful and bold that I can make a blind man see and spell every color in the rainbow
I lay my head on your shoulder, Cuddle with you while the day is over. I lay my hand on your chest, viewing you as a form of protection, my vest. Clearing my mind of the rest, in that moment, I realize...Im yours and your mine.
In the moment, all I wanted was you
I was drunk on your smell, your taste, your empty words
Your touch was gentler than I thought it would be
Your intensity sent shivers down my spine, which
After 7 shots of vodka I believe that you become
the person that you are too afraid to be--
That's why I take off my clothes
and you open up your heart.
I'm too afraid to give you my body
Notice all the old folks, hear them say
What happened to the kids nowadays?
Sitting on their ass, shorts way too high
Lying, cheating with pants down to their thighs
This is the age of the young, wild, and free
I miss having hickies;
you still leave me
love notes, once in a while.
But never on my skin.
Love is not love
when you have to think about it.
And once again
I'm given the chance
To live my weekend
To that dance.
We all know
How last time went,
My reputation
Is a little bent.
So easy to go
With DJ,
I wish I had
I feel that maybe seein' you go was a wakeup call.
A wakeup call to reality.
That grownups sometimes have no choice even if they get down on their knees.
An extraneous hope for merciful redemption
These queer mice lurking behind harrowed shelves
Rapidly engage between bones crackling beneath the hands of lost worship;
You walk in,
my eyes,
blinded by the vision
of God's most perfect creature.
You say to your homegirl...
I’ll be RIGHT back.
I could use a lil snack to soak up this liquor.
in a room where darkness is like a thick mist in the air
i slowly slip off his shirt
i caress the smooth skin on his chest
his neck
my lips lock his as he unzips my jeans
Your demeanor fooled me.
Thug hood hard ass sending chills down my spine I despised you at first glance
Inside of me, there is somebody.
It is me mentally, me behind the physical me.
He/She runs a circus. An affair of all kinds.
He/She often comes out to play, when someone on the outside catches his/her eye.
I am not broken
Because I need things to be just right,
Because I worry about the little things,
Because my fears are unrealistic.
I am not broken, you just don’t understand.
I am not broken
Why don't you go and call me baby.
My lips are pink as valentines, I know.
Honey, it might be a bit of a shock
He'll make you bleed but-
Foreplay helps calm any nerves a LOT-
!
got to see you
so i can feel you
touch you in every way
i've been wanting to
fulfill those dreams i've been having
times 2
giving you them warm
lovely kisses
down your neck
chest
smile on my face
as i look deep within your
eyes
giving me a window to
see what's in your mind
and all i got is time
for you baby
and it's just love
well shit i don't want to lie so
Deeper
He presses himself
Into my thoughts
Thighs
Fluttering, blood swirling,
Thump
Thump
Thumping
heart.
He speedily presses his
Your tongue was too bitter for my senses
So I attached my lips to the hollows of your hipbones instead
And counted the number of breaths you took in the
spaces you once filled with "I love you"'s,
A young beautiful girl,Had a big heart and bright future,Set her priorities and goals straight,But fell in love with a mister,Told her there was much in store for her.She was naive and eager to see,
Lonely is not a word that I like to hear,
it echos in the vast silences that are filled by lies,
Lonely is a storm shadow cast over an empty jungle gym,
They whistle and howl
Am I just a piece of meat?
Faster, wolves devour
Note to Reader:
I am a woman.
I expect to able to walk down the street and not fear for my safety.
I am a woman.
I never told myself that I would wait
Nothing against the people that do
It’s actually a good character trait
But it’s over, it’s done, I did it with you
And now a little part of me feels somewhat consumed
Nobody had to tell her that the taste of blood was metallic.
She figured it out on her own when she slid the blade across her skin and licked at the crimson poison to try and desperately hide the slit of evidence.
It was tempting, he told you he loved youBut only if his lies, you were able to see through
We see you, the ones who think your unseen,
yes you,not just the outside you,but the inside you
the one that tries to hide,
you think we don't understand or know how you feel,
Hugs are weird
Hugs are strange
I do not want a hug
No, no not now or later.
The thought of someone engulfing part of their body around mines just creeps me out.
Naw, see, a woman is not a sex organ.
She is not determined by the swell & ebb
of her breasts, the pinch of her waist,
the tide of her hips or the surge of her thighs.
she loves me; she loves me not.
she promised she'd stay, but then forgot.
roses are red, like cardiac death.
violets are blue, like cold nights without you.
it's never enough just to keep what she's got,
I hold within me, the answer to
Everything within me is a reminder of
How much do I love thee?
That word speaks volumes.
Turn up the love, turn down the
Confusion. Illusions of our supposed
We fall in love by our senses.
By the way he smell so good where you can still smell him after he has left the rom.
baby
you’ve got an erection while i have a urinary tract infection
this is not a deflection this is me saying maybe we don’t work
at the same time
darling
Hey Ms. Sherry
Can I top my sundae
With your cherry
I like you
Can I suckle the honeydew
Will you give me something good to chew
Can you be my bee
Let me taste the honey
"I'm not like other girls," she saysAs she layers on makeupIn her too-short shorts and revealing tank top.She’s going out tonightAnd all her friends will be there
Since when did sex equate to romance
Equate to love
Equate to marriage and holy matrimony?
Can’t early morning “breakfasts-in-bed”
And cuddles at 4 in the afternoon
Watching the happenings of the world
When a girl loses her virginity,
Why do we act like she’s lost her dignity?
The very fact that we say she’s lost something seems to suggest
That by having sex her value is somehow less
Beautiful, strung up in the center
of the room, leather caressing his wrists
pulled tight like the blindfold
pressed against his eyes. The centerpiece
of a mouthwatering feast.
Suspended,
Baby Girl!!
What are you doing?!!
Do you care about your life?
Being a mother isn't easy
Being a single mother is harder
Being a single, young mother is damn near impossible.
My precious innocent self,
How could you let him manipulate you in such a way?
He was no good you from the start,
but you told yourself you will not let it go to far for I know my limits.
Something to despise
A distraction
Until I saw your eyes
Fully unaware of your attack
But still not a single care
Suffocating through your intoxication
A thin foreign air
I have a rough draft all typed out
of what I’d say to you
if I ever got the courage
to tell you how I really feel.
It’s sitting there in my notes,
and I see it everyday.
It’s short and sweet
The bringer of life, god, all give respect.
A cave of birth, a cave of delight, a cave of all.
Vaginas are normal, part of everyday. Everything comes from them,
Brown Eyes
They say after suffering from trama you loose memory of what lead up to it
But those Brown Eyes
I remember darkness
cold
and bright Brown Eyes
Is this really what my heart has become?
A lock that only your trembling hands hold the key to.
Everything is just way too complex,Especially when you’re always trying to walk away the best.
Everything is silent here.Baby, let me take away your fear, oflove.Love is lost, love is found.Love is short, love is far bound.
I know I can never have you. But the thought that I can at least grab you, makes me smile wide with lines that could go miles. Your past is bad, worth vials. I miss you and you miss me. In the time we spend together somewhat happily. None of
Home is where the heart is
My heart belongs to you
Home is where its safest
I am safest with you
Home is where love is
My greatest love is for you
Home is where its most beautiful
Across the way you gaze at her to see that someone special
The instant feel that overcomes in you, you become so sentimental
You’re nervous and you’re twitching as you look upon her beauty
Some people dont deserve the life they live
meet tanya
shes thirty-six, with three grown kids
saby fathers absent
claimed that they aint his
so he up and left for his next mistress
She stands on the corner, barely 18
Hasn't showered in days but waits
Waits for a man who needs an illegal touch
The body of an adolescent becomes tainted
She looks for independence on an incredibly tight leash
People today focus on superficial interests
They have a focus telling them that
Sex is success
Wealth is success
Vanity is success
Popularity is success
I’m not afraid to feel again
To be touched by the fingertips even though I have no idea what they have felt before
Even so I want to feel your heart beat against my hand
I want your voice to cover my anxieties
You'll never know
How desperately I always wanted to grow up
When my parents wouldn't let me act up
Only telling me to hush up,
Cause the kid I was, was never good enough.
Hannah was late coming home this evening.
Traffic was slow and she had trouble leaving.
Work was hard and she hadn't any time
I don't want to make love "just because".Or as you say, "do it".Reasons why I don't want to "do it".
You want to love me?
Prove to me your ability.
I'm stronger than most men,
You think you can handle me?
Ha, prove it to me.
Push me against the wall,
Rub you rough hands
Against my soft skin.
When I lean into your neck
and a sigh escapes my mouth,
I am trying to tell you how to
touch me.
She cries when no one is watching
She acts like everything is okay
She lets you think that she is strong
When deep down inside she's nothing but torn
She keeps her distance
Let me tell you straight,I say yes you say noI say come you say goI hide and you showI inhale while you blowDifferent….
She closes her eyes until it is over and hides in the shame of her room.
She won’t tell a soul for fear she’ll be shouldered, and scorned for her frail defense.
She didn’t wear a turtleneck;
She looked at me once;
She sat on the opposite side of the bar:
She asked to be raped.
It comes from a tree;
A tree is a plant;
Plants are green:
If I could change things
She would not fear alley ways
In her new short skirt
Intricate
Beautiful
Lovely
You
Fragile
Broken
Shattered
You
Looking in the mirror
I see imperfect beauty
Because nothing is perfect
I feel it.
Burning from within
A rumbling desire
Images and scenes flash by in my head
Your hands all over me
Everywhere.
All lips and tongue
On me, in me
Pressure against the head
Singing in the ears
Daftly numbing words are said
Hearts thumping loudly
Chests exploding
And pounding soundly
Finding a crevice to please
A scary feeling that no one can bare. You're looking around while the world stops and stares. Confused from the terrible news, the people don't care. A world, where people never can prepare... for.
What is bi-sexuality?
How does it taste?
Is it like ice cream?
That I prefer both flavors of chocolate and vanilla?!!!
The soft sexy curves of a woman
The rock hard muscles of a man
The budding feeling in the fleshThe feeling of what's in the chestThe feeling you cannot beholdThe feeling that lingers and unfoldsThe transient feeling of the air
I’m haunted by my memories. The memories of us, the memories of you. Your smile, your laugh, the look you would give me, the sparkle in your eye that gave me a hint as to what you were feeling.
A vagina is a percious jewel?
Seriously?
And what is a penis?
What is its mythical powers?
Why does a woman have to explain her sexual history,
intimacies and etc?
Everyone, everywhere
love me, desire me
let me be in all of your wet dreams and fantasy
men, women, all
When the bubble filled, fall-into-your-eyes-love-and-affection stage of this relationship fades away what will we do...we have children and each other. We aren't making "sweet love" anymore, but getting each other off.
Have you ever wanted to write a poem for someone because having a normal conversation just doesn’t work for you?
There's a tired young girl
There's a strong woman
There's a frail, bony teenager
There's a big-boned athlete.
There are girls and there are women
I didn’t fall in love
I saw him and I fell on my face
Arse over tit, head over heels
Tumbling over my handlebars and headlong into something that
I didn’t understand but that he did
I did not fall in love
You say you love me when you're on your way, not there yet, but you're coming.Release your poison on my spread then tell me that I'm stunning.The humidity overwhelms any chance of fresh air.
The touch of a Crush
- so enamored
& amorous still
Certainly real w/ authenticity
& setting so seductive
That I would be
Washed between two passions
Two loves
This poem is written from the standpoint of a girl who has been raped/sexually abused in the past and is now speaking to her lover years later.
Only the age of twelve
Was she
When sold into the commerce of
Sex slavery
Misfortune and injustice are
All she’s ever known
Her purity, untimely taken away
Her own body overthrown
If he doesn't know now
he's gonna know
its sweet you love em
I'm sweet he loves me
he's beat
I'm on it
you creep but I love it
its up it's down
I'm all around you
you want it
Glistening rubies, tear drop in shape,Indifferent as to how they fall.Slickening down brown sugar planes,Into a puckered black hole.A violent take,Against all restraint,A cry on crackling lips.
His kisses are tender, sweet
but they reek of lust
He undresses me and our eyes lock
I feel that he is taking a journey into my soul
but he is just wondering "Which hole?"
LOVE.
A four letter word that once had a world of meaning.
LOVE.
A four letter word that means nothing to this current generation.
LOVE.
A four letter word used to obtain personal desires.
"This is a very intense poem that is true, and it is very sad and painful going through this.
On the rooftop of a closed shop,
He thought hops to her tube top.
Nonstop they both spit swap,
And the next prop is the countertop.
Him on top,
Again nonstop,
Until the condom pops,
“What do you mean he forced you to do stuff?”
she/he/they ask me with an undertone of doubt
I am a fifteen year old girlRaising two children in a poisonous worldOne is barely learning to crawl and the otherWatches my parents pay the bills with alcoholI depart like always to buy the usual
The night she will always remember
Her eyes wide, the lights dim around her
Silence
It doesn’t matter to me
Where you want me to be
I want to be free and fly
And I don’t even have to be high
As I fly from here through the sky
On my way to the ocean
Where the steady motion
It’s never really about sex, is it?
Then why do we care?
It’s never really about sex, is it?
Power. Closeness. Acceptance.
It’s never really about sex, is it?
How young
How naive
How stupid
How trusting
I was to think everyone is honest
False promises
Demeaning attitude
with simple words
words I ignored
Her favorite numbers are 9-1-1Her favorite words are,"NO,STOP...please"Her favorite position:begging on her kneesHis favorite numbers are 2-5-1-8
The giant sleeping in the roomIs what I'm wearing today.Barely covers the end of my assAccents self with too much skinTied up in fishnetToday,My body is mineThis outfit my body.
She said it was the most consuming thing,
the way he would flow through her, and every word she sang.
When I was a child, I wanted to be a dancer.
Twenty hours a week, ice packs and recitals.
Dreaming of a stage with a full house and applause
But what I was missing, was working towards a cause.
Forward.
Your wink and smile,
Curly hair and tan skin,
Your beauty is such a sin,
Especially that devilish grin,
Your heart is mine to win.
Dear Mom and Dad, how are things with you?
Has everything been alright?
Did everyone sleep tight?
Me in a shell, to tell you the truth,
I can't complain, it'd make things worse.
Am I under a curse?
Eyes flowing with invitations and implications
Slightly parted lips begging to be met by more
A pulse beating a rapid rhythm so rowdy it's almost audible
Orbs soft and malleable
Made for manipulation
I'm a 17 year old girl from Brooklyn.
When I tell people that I don't say it with a smile.
Instead I frown.
I look down at the ground that I walk on everyday
in Brooklyn
I fear for my generation
Everyday, I wake up, I shower, I get dressed, add a spritz of cologne. I go to school, work, the grocery store, hoping someone will notice me. He, them, half the population. I scream inside my head "Please!!!! Notice me!
In this day and age,
She made love
With the wrong man—
Her father.
A love without consent;
A love filled with hate;
A love that brought new life.
He slaughtered the life—
When I first met you
I was determined to be your friend
Everyday I'd come over
Just to see you again.
I'd do the sneakiest shit
To see if you would smile
It's the most fun I've had
Little hands they have, my sister
Born from Mountains and blackest coal
Created by those that so proud, dig
for righteous living in dark holes
Little minds they say, my brother
You ran to me for comfort about him, but I stole that kiss from you on a whim.
You still easily get lost in my "beautiful brown eyes", so when you say you feel for someone else I can't justify because you lie.
Mr. Sly, your master plan congealed;
the thrill of playing the two-tier game
is a flaring, formidable forcefield,
are gruesome goosebumps hard to tame
that fixate instinct on this path
Oh sweetness! Dear sweetness, you belong on my lips just like on my hips Grab my laps,put them up Against the wall hear me gasp,they won't shut up Oh don't you dare Pull my hair
Maybe if you didnt tell us
sex was the be all, end all
Maybe the sucubus
wouldn't have such an intoxicating call
Maybe if you helped us understand
and not just say "It's wrong"
Hello it was nice to meet you,I known you all my life,We grew up together,You was like the brother i never had,Every weekend and every summer i spend all my days with you,Riding bikes, going swimming, playing video games is what we did,But i never
I once knew a boy who eyes like the ocean, like the sea, like nothing I had never seen,And I could not help but crave him, in every sense of the word.So when he sat beside me once at a party,
When I walk down the halls, nobody knows the secret im hiding in my heart.
It happened to me a few months ago, but you don't know.
I make you think everything is ok by the smile on my face.
Her face just puffy and full of hurt,her eyes full of tears, tears that just can't seem to stop flowing out.So many voices going through her head, telling her that her life would be better if she was dead.
Your legs wrapped around my head,
Lying on your back, lying in bed.
Gently kissing your inner thighs,
Looking up, only, to see you sigh.
Don't stop, please keep going,
When A woman lays down and gives her innocence to a man it's described as beautiful
When A man takes advantage of the privelage it's often usual
Being A good father to your child is unusual
Its that drip of sweat that's stuck on his neck
slowly making its way down to the bed
My head lays calmly relaxed
But my mind is in a wind and a fuss
Am I doing enough?
Should I touch?
Maybe you just have my hormones going
That’s the reason my blood is flowing
So quickly and you got my pulse thats pulsing
So quickly you got my impulse going
I kiss you and my whole bodies glowing
Upside down crosses and middle fingers
The taste of my last cigarette and rebellion lingers
I’m holding his hand in mine and a bottle in the other
Just because we make love doesn’t mean he’s my lover
I am broken.
My skin, my soul, my heart, my mind.
I am broken.
I am wounded.
My heart has been stabbed and
Is bleeding out of silence
Crying hoping someone would see….
But they don’t.
Her curves
lips
buttery
smooth hips.
Her tender
hands
hair in
soft strands.
Her thick lump
thighs.
Her want-me
eyes.
Breasts so soft
supple
She was a good girl
an innocent child, new to the world
thrown into life
with no clue what to do
she tried to stay pure, she tried to avoid
the real world problems and troubles
A word that many kids seem to take advantage of
Who really knows the meaning of love?
Teens are too naive to realize the main truth
Guys don’t understand the meaning, we aren’t sleuths
I can't feel a thing, sitting beneath another cold wind.Smoking an orgasmic note,Slips between your moan.
Watching the night take another one.
Do you really expect to get the love of your life?
When you don't respect yourself,
You post half nude pics, and say
“I give bomb head,” and yet
You dare to expect respect
What happened that night was so unexpected,
She did everything to make him stay because she feared of being rejected,
She thought she was with the Prince in her dream,
A Cinderella Story wasn't necessarily the theme,
He makes promises
that are well kept and groomed
and I don’t forget about them
awarding him with credibility;
closing my eyes to any negativity
about him.
Nothing is definite,
Did you think about me?
Did you think of how I would feel?
Did you think of my shame?
No, you didn't.
You made me hate myself.
I washed you from me.
I washed myself from me.
Lost in a fit of insane incest, you woke me from my slumber, forcing my face to the pillows, hushing my tears with your murmurs, your eyes stood out vivid, yellow, with veins of deep red, your sweat matted my hair, & mixed with stale tears on
Once upon a time a boy loved a girl,
He thought she owned the whole world,
So he listened to every word she said,
And slowly, but surely, he climbed into her bed.
The ache of her absence is more than he can bare,
I used to believe in 11:11 wishes,
Used to dream of midnight kisses,
I believed in these things and much more,
But all that was in a time long, long, before,
Before the boy ripped at my chest,
I fish my hand in the bowl and pull out our psychology group’s topic.Sigmund Freud’s Stages of Psychosexual Development.We find it in our books.Their chins sink to their chests.
It is 11:36 at night and I hear rihanna speaking from my phone claiming that she will take care of me.
Isn’t it ironic that the picture message being downloaded into my phone at this very moment is the picture of his dick?
Preface: This poem was written during my first two weeks here at Southern Illinois University-Carbondale. I had a theory that when I went away too school that I would never sleep alone again.
Hail Mary, full of grace
Keep me safe in your embrace
When did life become this race
of who could wear the shortest skirts
and tightest shirts
Loud were the sirens crying outand loud was the body that wanted to be let outWanted to be free and do whatever it pleasedNot knowing the regrets that it would reap.Loud were the warning bells that seemed to shout.
Attraction
In it lies “action”
Meaning your plan needs some traction
To find your satisfaction
Kiss
Causing sweet sweet bliss
Something you cannot miss
Or else you will be dissed
Love
Dear World
Where you have to pay extra not to have chemicals in your food
Where not being the most obese country is an accomplishment
Where Nicki Minaj's butt has more hits than Mahatma Ghandi
I've never been a patient soul.
So I know that patience is a virtue.
When I ask you to wait
It's because I know that the result will be virtuous.
I don't like seeing you this way.
He Pushes And Pushes Pressure And Pleasure Promises Of Love And Forever She Leaps off the Edge Falls Into His Arms Good Beautiful Painful Though He Never Cared He Pushed and Pushed Broken Promises Of Love And Forever She Fell Over The Edge Land
I want what I be not
So busy trying to fill the gap in which
Was left
It be not his fault
My spirit be mine and not his at all
I long for pleasure and happiness in who
has what I have not
Hi new friend
Tell me how ya doin’
Very pleased to meet you
My name is Influence
Do you believe in me?
I’m sure you don’t
But I’ll show you some things
Your parents won’t!
Thoughts running amuck.Growth is more than physical And the mind is new. Each year creates change, Development begins withA sensual feel. No more baby talkOnly, "I love you baby",Hormones befall us. A rumbling force,yet the day a calm Monday.Ther
Where have you been?Where have you gone?I sing sad melodiesof how i was wrongand i can't even dreamwithout you in my armsso its best to believewe just dont belong
What Is this thing we call love?
I don’t seem to understand
Is love hurting the one person in your life who did everything for you?
Or is love getting a girl pregnant & leaving her?
“You smell like cigarettes”, she said.
“That’s because I smoke”, he said.
What ever happened to the innocent hellos? And the guys mesmerized by a girls eyes.. The days where you had to ask a dad for a date..and he decides yes or no.. And a first kiss meant everything..
Looking at you I have no fear
Thoughts of our sex seem so clear.
Kissing your lips, wiggle out tongues
Sharing our saliva, running down my lungs
Move to my neck and start to suck
Like flowers growing in the winter, you want to know my secret.
A rose growing from concret, I'm unique.
An incomplete puzzle, I'm the piece you need.
A book with no pages, what is my story.
Swinging my hips side to side like they ain’t got no business
Looking at your lips, they can make some mean Caribbean kisses
Dreads mid-way your back
Roses are red and I am not a poet and I am not an artist and I’m not the glue that sticks to your shoes andYou should choose your friends more carefully and
When I heard that you were sexually assaulted,
I mourned for your childhood.
And perhaps that was not the
best response.
Because you have not died.
You are still very much alive.
I guess I’m just sorry
As she danced for her audience of one, beads of sweat dropped from her hair.-I danced for him, like I never had before.
When I found out I liked boys
I knew I would be boy crazy
Every time I liked one, another one seemed to amaze me
Then, when I found about a relationship, it would blaze me
Sex was my escape, my way to feel loved, my way to scream, my way to forget about whatever was going on around me.
What would you say
To us alone in the woods?
Not simply to fuck
Rather instead alone to pretend
That we
Are alone in the world
Together we
Can find a rock in the stream
I want to lay my pain in between your legs
I want to forget about the things going through my head
Why don’t you invite me inside your bed
I want you to seduce me from my hurt
I want you to think of me as your first
Across every sea, someone is finding that one that's meant to be.
Across the night's dark skies, some little girl is wiping her eyes.
Because she's a victim of a broken promise.
no, no more
close the door
cause now i'm on all fours
ready for the physical tour
this tense desire all day i bore
and i gotta explain to you what's in store
but first learn me on your lore
Yesterday I dug out the box I hid when I was 15.
It was covered in dirt, worms crawling on it, and smelled like a dirty homeless man.
I was confused, though. I didn’t know how to open it. I completely forgot how it worked.
Asha Neeman grew up in the suburbs of the big city,
Always making others laugh,
She was so witty.
A great athlete and a straight “A” student,
Every boy wanted to be with her,
But hated her prudence.
In a field full of dandelions, you grab me and say "love me or love me not",
you throw a long stemmed flower at me and questionably ask "lets see!?".
As I pick through the petals and I jokingly shout "love you not!!",
Deep moans drift in the room.
Liquid hunger screams from my veins.
Acid leaks from my lips.
Agony drips from my head.
I am wounded, and all I want is more.
more of her to heal my pain,
Untamable
This space is cold
The name I chose
became the main chain-reaction to maintain with a brain too strange for the average face to smile at
so brace and don't
hate just cope
I came to hold
when we're in the mood
when we're in this place
when the temperature rises
and our hearts start to race
and in between heavy breathing
accompanied by low moans
The morning comes and you're already on my mind.
From the moment I wake up, 'til i got o sleep at night.
You're so far, yet so close.
I want to meet you, but im tremulous.
At the thought of you near me...
(poems go here) you are the hollow point
seething with anger
run you red with paint
crossing fingers like a heavenly saint
this was the end, this was the path.
virtuous and trivial, all the same
See that girl sitting over there?
Rumor has it that in the ninth grade
she and a senior boy with a movie poster face and a Hollister body
went at it in the bushes at Sarah Something-Or-Other's 18th birthday party
I just need to feel wanted, that's all I'd ever ask
I'm that teenage whore that you adore, the one behind the mask
You don't even have to ask me please
Because I'm already on my knees
It is so magnificent and gold
the key in which you hold
the lock that it fits in
is skinny as a tiny pin
it is not worth money or cents
for inside it hold a women's... innocence
The sound of his breath loud
The springs of the bed squeak
The tear rolling down my face
Just the rhythm of my heart beat
The memories come flying back
I never thought I'd feel like this
I've never met Prince Charming
Never had a "noble knight"
I am my own stability
I've been my only light
You've killed me with your lack of words
I've suffocated in neglect
She was never the type to fall in love
Rather fall into bed
"Having a good time" was one of her mottos
Got what she wanted then fled
Hell no she didn’t want no ring on her finger
It's a sad sick world we're living in
Love is a word thrown around carelessly
And here is where the story begins
Women.
The creature that used to make a man fall in awe
The Creature that made men drop their jaws
We used to inspire ballads and poetry
Now it is solely pornography
We even once held surprises
I miss the innocence in elementary
when we were k-i-s-s-i-n-g
in a tree,
you and me,
because I’d rather worry about cooties
than an STD.
You see,
when a boy liked a girl,
he could almost guarantee
peeking eyes
feigning sleep
gripping tight
too much to breathe
lost in thought
caught in possibilities
leading us to the move....
i am
disenchanted i don’t
care about your world
of illusions
with its love that
isn’t; it’s just
romantic
Wait
Because if you feel
uncomfortable
If you feel frightened
And if you feel like you
have no choice
It's not the right moment
Don't let anyone fool you
It's ok to wait for
Butterflies
tell me if those rappers never promote drugs would you be taking them?
have you ever asked your self is this really who i am?
tell me what good do you get from those songs ?
I take one look at you,
your curves sliding from left to right,
2 parentheses on either side.
Your independence strikes me.
I like it. Constant. Never changing.
But everything has 2 sides
He was just a little kid
blonde hair, blue eyes
playing in the back of the church like usual
waiting for mom to say it’s time to go.
He doesn’t notice the girl with her short shorts and blue shirt
Communication is free.
You would think communication cost the way communication is key.
But you don't like communicating with me.
You rather fornicate instead and give communication the D.
(poems go here) I am in your presence
The air between us is so still yet the "once in a blue moon" breeze cuts through my thoughts
I close my eyes; trust my capabilities of moving two steps forward
Uh. Uh. Agency. History. Word. Here we go:
United States, United States
Tryin' to show the world its pretty face
But 'merica's history ain't always a pretty view
Open Zinn and Russell and let's review
Red, the color of passion
Red, the color of hate
Red, the color of pure blood
Red, the color of a curse
Outcasted by the world,
His body is my hearse
some people disregard the actions they make.
many tend to forget the opportunities they take.
but when it comes to love, and the true definition.
they don’t know until it’s gone, that something was missing.
She was only fourteen or fifteen when she
Lost her virginity to a
Soul-sucking heathen who she refused
NOT to believe in.
And, she thought she wasn't worthy,
Deserved to be deserted,
MAN OF GOD? MAN OF GOD?! YOU’RE NO MAN OF GOD…YOU’RE A BOY WHO’S HARD…THERE’S A DIFFERENCE.
