yogee
yogee
Mar 27

i'm not soulless;
i actually feel like my soul is not being held by a body.
like my soul is flying around in free;
but i do not feel safety.

i'm bodyless;
whirling around in the wind,
like a particle of dust
with no weight
but still tough.

i am just a soul;
without a beating heart
with no lungs,
and no blood to be pumped.

y.m

Murphy Hanhart
Jun 1, 2010

His rasping grumbles define hunger, louder than my stomach
      complains about the seven hours since breakfast,
Grunts replace the pry of a commanding tongue, eager to devour, or a feathery graze past the
      hook in my collarbone, a tender nip at the crescent of flesh that
      peeks below my white plastic earring.
Gutturals guide our transition from a stained mattress to a rickety desk where
Frenetic eyes validate the arch of my back.
Wild thrusts push us perpendicular.

Undoubtedly, my howls alert the neighbors.
If not, then the neglected crashes of my plummeting clutter or the unfaltering thud of my head
        pounding the half closed window can attest:
We mean business.

The tired floor creaks ‘nd cranks as erratic lunges hasten.
(grasping his shoulders tighter than a lone, wrinkled hand grips the pepper spray in her bag)
I brace that swelling itch, my hips shudder as it consumes, throbs, and then
Electrifies to axons from dendrites.
And he doesn’t miss a beat— more jabs prod my liver.

Fucking is something you try to make lovely,
Kennedy Reyanne
Kennedy Reyanne
Oct 28, 2013

Fucking is something you try to make lovely,
something you try to embroider in softness
and paint with blush.
You try to make it moldable, liquid. But it is
rock hard to the touch and stone solid on
the tongue. And you know it. It chokes you up,
suffocates you so you can’t breathe. And it
tastes like sour milk. And you like it.
But is it so wrong to want this? The burning vodka
tango? The cinnamon fire whiskey haziness of it?
The muck and the mess.
You make believe that fucking will fill you up, but
it won’t. It’ll occupy a cavity dripping with carnality
and hold it captive for half an hour, if you’re so lucky.
It’ll press into the sticky parts of you and prod into the
core of you.
You’ll pretend it lights up your senses, but it doesn’t.
You’ll taste nothing but the cranberry chaser and
you’ll feel nothing but the sweat and hear nothing
but the sound of you faking enjoyment.
You’ll try to make it poetic,
but fuck it.
It’s not.
And you know it.
And you hate it.
But if we’re being honest, it is raw and gory and
disgusting and animalistic: a cock crowing when
the sun peaks. Instinctual. Physical.
You’ll tell yourself you’re in love, you’re making
a connection; mind, body, soul.
But the only thing he’s thinking is,
“fuck this feels good”
and his body is doing too much for his soul
to speak up. And the only link you share in
this bed sheeted frenzy is his key in your
chastity belt, the one you didn’t even lock.
Oopsie, whoopsie, dear me.
Fuck that.
You wanted it just as bad. What is fucking to him?
Your pelvis kissing his, making him pant a little harder.
You’ll tell yourself this is making love and that he’ll
make you breakfast in the morning because he wants to.
But, if we’re being honest (and we are) he feels obliged
because you let him fuck you,
and this plate of pancakes is just a tasty way
of saying, “thanks for the workout.”

The Darkness
The Darkness
Jul 28, 2012

If I lose
my phone charger
one more time
I am
going to adopt a baby...
just so I have something to punch!

When are these jokers going to make a universal jack for these stupid things?
OH MY FUCKING GOD.
Amanda Goodness
Amanda Goodness
Jul 12, 2013

OH MY FUCKING GOD.
I need a night out.
I need to drink.
I need to do lines of snow.
I need to dance.
I need to go crazy.
Swim in a heated pool at three am.
Throw a bottle of vodka in a wood chipper.
Scream at the top of my lungs.
Turn a few girls gay.
And walk around like I own every
FUCKING person in the room.
Someone take me out.
I'm bored.
I need a power trip.

yogee
yogee
1 day ago

why do people think that the world revolves around themselves? why do people have this perspective of the world, that one day, the sun's rays are going to die off and never come back, and we'll have no sunshine and a way of life?

why do people think that what goes around comes back around? not everything and anyone are capable to come back after every bad and good incident? why do people think that just because there is one bad person who broke your trust and your strength, the rest of your life and whoever enters it will be bad? what about the good people? will the good people return after death and embrace you in their broken bones? will that ever satisfy your desires?

why
#why   #are   #this   #you   #like   #fucking  
Fucking sober is
Hannah Adair
Hannah Adair
Jul 17, 2013

Fucking sober is
not for casual affairs.
It is for lovers.

When fucking sober
there is no hiding the truth.
I haven't cum yet.

When fucking drunk, one
can disguise real emotions-
Blame the alcohol.

I'm not liking this-
connecting with someone else.
We are not in love.

Fucking sober is
for someone stronger than me.
Let me remain drunk.

Kaylynn Rose
Kaylynn Rose
Dec 23, 2012

When i'm depressed,
I feel like I'm home.
It's when I'm happy that I feel I don't belong.
Something just doesn't feel right when I'm not living my life in fright.

I would have broken your damn **fucking cock**
I Neptune
I Neptune
Dec 23, 2013

In lost memory, your pictures decay
my cigarette smoke, into meaningless air
I see my walls slowly, fade into grey

I told myself that I don't care
but these measly eyes, it's decomposing
can't help but to unleash, my dubious flare
somehow this feels, seemingly so promising

silence wafted the emptiness, "tick tock, tick tock"
the sound of continuation, ever so constant
I thought, if, I could rewind this universal clock
(pardon me, don't mean to be so blatant)
I would have broken your damn fucking cock

I CAN'T FUCKING HANDLE THIS ANYMORE
Genna Peterson
Genna Peterson
Nov 24, 2013

STOP
SAYING
EVERYTHING
I SAY
IS
INVALID
you are offended by my feelings
you are offended when i am anxious
i tell you
'i feel unwanted'
and you say
'that makes me feel bad, don't say that'
FUCK YOU.
I FEEL THIS WAY BECAUSE OF YOU.
I FEEL THIS WAY BECAUSE OF SOMEONE
I INTRODUCED YOU TO
I CAN'T FUCKING HANDLE THIS ANYMORE
I HATE YOUR FUCKING GUTS
YOU ARE A MISOGYNIST ASSHOLE
but you're my only friend
so I'll stick around
I'll stick around
and shut up, like the fucking woman I am.
I am not made to shut up.
I am made to bleed.
I made myself.
I made everything about me.
I am the most important thing in my life
and everyone feels this way.
I am not selfish.
I am in my own head, not anyone elses.
so
GO
FUCK
YOURSELF.
and stop telling me I need to think a certain way.
I WILL BE LOUD
I WILL BE ANNOYING
YOU WILL NOT PUT ME DOWN FOR BEING A FEMINIST
SO SHUT UP
PLEASE.
just let me be selfish.
let me be an asshole.
let me be anxious.
I will be everything I ever wanted.
and I hope you can still be my friend.

 
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