BML
BML
May 15, 2014

A boy once said
You're hot.
But to be honest...
My shit is also hot.
You call it a compliment
I call it shittery.

When words attain your beauty,
It will be my duty,
To call your face so hot,
Because my words withhold.

#alive   #beautiful   #boy   #beauty   #fuck   #hot   #honest   #fucking   #duty  
yogee
yogee
Jul 11, 2014

autumn
as the flowers bloomed white
my heart did the same
as her eyes turned into a small, curved line.

autumn
as her fingers grazed against my hand
static charges were exchanged
and i felt like i just left land.

autumn
as the car kept the left lane
she finally told me that
jane, was her name.

and all this while,
i thought i'd expect the 4 seasons
because she had it all,
and she made me feel different stages of pleasure.

hi
yogee
yogee
Mar 27, 2014

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

You gently fuck a female goat ~
you got to ram the males
to make any progress.

#gay   #fuck   #slam   #kid   #fucking   #ass   #trending   #ram   #knock   #lew   #billy   #beryldov   #poke   #bestiality   #thrust   #goat   #batter   #buck  

Good poetry's like good lovemaking:
you hold back...
then explode.

Tantric sex
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neotantra#Tantric_sexuality
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yogee
yogee
Jun 2, 2014

Here's the truth:

Love can't be recognized in a time span of two, to five minutes.
It's not as easy as you may or may not think.
Love has to be felt by one.
All parts of the body are significant to feeling love, it's not just the heart.
You may think the heart reacts most to love;
But it's mostly the body.
It's always the body, showing you signs.
Your fingers that make you instantly reply a text message.
Your stomach that makes it seem like you run a butterfly field in there.
Your knees that wobbles at the sight of the other walking toward you.
Your eyes & head that ache after a night of silent cries under the sheets.

Other than that..
The sparks you feel at each contact.
Fireworks everywhere during each kiss!
The sharp knives that penetrate into your whole fucking soul when the other actually says it the end,
that's where you gotta stand and say;
"I fucking love you, you have to stay."

Man, that's love. And how you feel it.

y.m

nothing
Asdfjkl
Asdfjkl
Dec 31, 2014

Fuck you,








Fuck me.

Fuck it.
I want to show you that I'm fucking ok without you
Lkb
Lkb
Sep 27, 2014

I want to show you that I'm fucking ok without you
I want to fuck you and not feel anything
I want you to feel me and feel everything

How ironic that it is the opposite

i was slicing my FUCKING wrists open because of what you did to
RedWritinghood
RedWritinghood
Dec 3, 2014

i was slicing my FUCKING wrists open because of what you did to me
what you made me
i was smashing my FUCKING head against cement walls and crying and thrashing and screaming for nights on end
endless turmoil that removed my ability to FUCKING feel

...and you
you were bragging to your friends
took her anal virginity
on the floor of her father's (the pastor's) house
while he was upstairs sleeping
she begs for my cock in her mouth
for me to blow all over her face
i finally fully corrupted my christian girlfriend
you said
FUCK waiting she practically jumped on my dick

you FUCKING bragged while i FUCKING tried to kill myself
while i FUCKING watched blood leak out of my FUCKING body
while i FUCKING pressed lit FUCKING matches into my wrist
you
FUCKING
bragged
that you
FUCKED ME.

and now, FUCK YOU
can you believe that kind of fucking irony
avery
avery
Mar 1

I was an afterthought.
A question
A doubt
A maybe
A someday
An eventually
An I'm not ready.

I felt safe with you.
can you believe that kind of fucking irony
you were home
even when you locked me out
even when I smashed your windows
and you still wouldn't let me in
you were a light at the end of the tunnel
even when you were the fucking tunnel
even when I bled from your wrists
even when the all six shots never missed
even when the only piece of you left to hurt was me
even when you hurt me
you were safety.

now I keep thinking how you feel in his arms
I hope he is a house that will never be home
I hope he never ever writes you a poem
I hope he can't fuck the emptiness out of you
I hope he can never make you feel as happy as I do
I hope you miss me every fucking day
I hope you know that you will remember me as the one that got away
Because I fucking am

I am not an afterthought.
I am an answer.
a first choice.
an only option.
a right now.
I am the light at the end of the tunnel
I am the one you couldn't regret leaving any more.
I am closing your door.

 
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