When I'm with you taste is touch,
A cool rolling symphony of sensation,
I love you so much,
It's clouding my mind this realization.
I've grown to need you your touch burns my chest,
I want you to love me too,
And forget about the rest.
I pleasure in your seed,
My mind filled with greed.
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 10:57 AM UTC
It's like I'm picking up glass off a road,
Trying to make a window.
It's like it skidded after it snowed,
Pieces scattered like the mind of a ******
Head out in space,
Fragmented pieces turn into liquid,
Mind gone without a trace,
Swirling swirling skid skid skid.
That poor sweet kid,
Silly man look what he did.
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 10:52 AM UTC
His trim and beautiful body laid out on the floor,
Chest rising and falling,
She watches silently from the door,
The voices are calling.
Whispers in her ears,
Eyes glazed in a trance,
He could allay her fears,
with an immodest dance.
Her ***** are burning,
Pain would sooth her yearning.
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 10:43 AM UTC
Every time I think it's going to be different,
Every time I'm shown that to hope is ****** dangerous.
Every time I try to rise, the world watches me fall.
Every time I feel more and more unlovable.
Every time.
Every time I face rejection I spiral off,
Every time I envy the fish under the bridge,
Every time I envy the monkeys hanging from trees,
Every time I envy a bored bolt with a hole in it's head.
Every time I turn to my lucid waking dreams for escape,
Every time I find none.
Every time I turn to face the grimy ceiling for solace,
Every time he breaths it disgusts me.
Every time a drop of the water that gives me life burns my throat,
Every time I numb myself.
Every time I degrade myself.
Every time I hurt myself.
Every time I crash to the bottom of my seemingly endless chasm of sadness,
Every time I am broken by the fall,
Every time I wallow at the bottom,
Every time I scream far removed from everyone and everything,
Every time I hear only the echo reverberating off the walls,
Every time I feel as though it is hopeless.
Every time I am born anew,
Every time the clouds clear and fade,
Every time I see the sun again,
Every time I think how selfish self pity is,
Every time I feel the love of all things course through me,
Every time I find my purpose again.
Every time I dare to hope again,
Every time I know it's a mistake,
Every time I take the risk.
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 10:36 AM UTC
I see you dressed in wool,
My mind unwinds,
I feel a definate pull,
To see her struggle against her binds.
Tall and thin she towers,
Headphones cover her ears,
Red and yellow leaves spiral in showers,
Can I speak and overcome my fears?
Intimately we look up from the ground,
And walk our separate ways without a sound.
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 10:30 AM UTC
Life is not mechanical it's fluid,
I used to regulate my perception of
reality of my heartbeat
to the second but failing to see how
one
second flows
into another
and one heartbeat bleeds
lovingly into the next.
I hear Voices soothing my sou.
I am writhing in white and
you are watching
beckoning me
into the real world and
out
real from real
Crimson from Vermillion
a tarred but
unfeathered tree
bends against its back from the world in
It's face as I see you
naked
in my mind
I undress.
I caress you
as my fingers run through
your hair
I kiss you
softly down each chakra
my god!
your face is heartshaped but also
long
slender as your waist
fit
and fresh for not so long I
heave
and inhale you
but only in my mind.
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 4:45 PM UTC
he looks at the world through ragged eyes,
he gazes lovingly up at Her,
his daily façade a disguise,
Inside a cur.
She looks at the world with ambitious intent,
Her sadistic malice is his pleasure,
Her feet on his back quite content,
A moment he will treasure.
his obedience runs deep,
Moments of agony are memories to keep.
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 4:51 PM UTC
Last I dreamt I saw the Savannah in your eyes,
Love was a raging fire.
We sat together underneath burning red skies,
You stocked the pyre.
I am alone and will continue to be,
My nights are empty, shrill screams.
You laugh, you notice but do not see,
My nights are a void of ***** dreams.
When I die I will not be in a cemetery.
You will be with him,
I will be a tree.
I am not subject to your whim.
It hurt, no longer you and me.
I am alone, my light is dim.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 4:06 PM UTC
I have all my fingers,
The knife goes chop, chop, chop.
There's nothing poetic about the life I lead,
With feet like lead I tread and
Tread through halls of dread.
If I hit my fingers
My fingers will come off.
I trod and trod and trod,
Life is monotony and
The grind is ******
If I hit my fingers
The blood will soon come out.
The world keeps whipping,
There is no relief and
Man is the thief.
But all the same we play this game,
That's what it's all about.
The priest keeps preaching,
The room spins, spins, spins and
I writhe in ecstasy with my sins.
You may not use a pen,
The only way is with a knife when
Danger is your friend.
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 2:44 PM UTC
Sometimes I think I was set up for a fall,
I could never even hope to have it all,
I don't know where to lay the blame,
Perhaps i'm sick with shame,
They are trying to get inside my head,
But worry not they will soon be dead,
I guess I never was and never will be,
It seems that not a soul can see me,
"Look here it comes," bow down in wonder,
It tears my mind and heart asunder,
I see blood so I must be insane,
And I hear prattle so inane,
It's all too much and I've had enough,
I'm not weak but I'm not that tough,
It's taken over me completely,
Death might come over me sweetly,
Maybe I should put the knife back on the shelf,
Or maybe I should just obey and **** myself.
I don't know.
It's just such a sly blow.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC