Just *** for me
Release all your energy
Just focus on now
Feel my tong go round
Your beautiful ****
Feel my **** on her
Bite your lip
Enjoying my every touch with a purr
Arms wrapped around your thighs,
This will be my demise
Your taste I crave
With every breath, I must chase
The idea away
Of having you stay
With me, here
For our futures, they fear
We are addicted in fact
To each other, not the act
A bonus to our presents
Is knowing each others talents
They fear, we will stay near
To our roots, but we know we must go
To the unknown
The world beckons
To go far and wide, we must learn lessons
This area cannot offer
So we must go
What will the journey behold?
Will I find you again?
Or will you find another man?
I hope he’s cool calm and collected
Can support you with through everything
Treats you right
Not just at night
but also in the day light.
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 11:34 PM UTC
fee fi fo fum,
I feel ******* dumb
hickory dickory dock
just want the clock to stop
knick nack paddy wack
my life and mind have no slack
where it will stop, no body knows!
my mind always running but I wont let it show!
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 11:28 PM UTC
The puzzle crashes once more
Finding the familiar rigid floor
Unforgiving and strong
It was so close, after so long
One or two pieces at best
Needed to figure out that extravagant mess
But the table wasn’t enough
To hold all the pieces, twas just too tough
Crashing down with a loud clatter
Now all is gone, with only one to care for the matter
Search for all
Like finding identical leaves in the fall
They all have changed
Now he must find one that matches his own strange ways
A piece that fits his moves and quarks
One who embraces him with a genuine force.
He must find this one in himself
For only you can continually fill your empty shelf
Take the table out of the equation
Puzzle made on the floor
No table to collapse, no weight it must bare.
This realization can change everything
And rid one of desperate madness,
Even in the worst situations that wash ashore.
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 11:26 PM UTC
As two puzzle pieces
Fit together so divine.
Make me feel like you’re all mine
No other could make me feel so fine
All day walking around with some special kind of shine
No other pieces could fit together like we do
Not just once or twice, but every single time
Complete the need that is felt inside
Matched together at first sight,
Now I just need some kind of sign
You want to be whole again, don’t give into the fright
Be strong for me, look deep to find
That one that was thrown aside.
Somewhere the piece lays,
The one that will keep destruction at bay
On the table for weeks,
Just waiting for the piece.
That will complete the picture it beholds
Fulfill the potential it has
To look beautiful from its own mold.
Doesn’t follow rules or norms
To its own ****** up drum, it roars
As a bird sings its own melody as it soars,
The puzzle shows purity in the darkest of forms
Bad things have hurt the pieces before
But through these, they still seem to fit,
So amazing once more
Connected together, souls intertwined
Flawlessly together at this time.
Embracing the moment they have together
Wishing to be in one’s company forever.
Morning strikes a harsh blow.
The rising sun forces each to go.
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC
The cut was deep,
At first to him, keeping the wound bandaged to forget
Out of sight but not of mind
Every movement gives a twinge
Every thought leads back to that fringe
Never willing to accept his weakness
never able to heal, his tree leafless
Nothing could infiltrate his mind,
It raced for an acceptable excuse to find
But never successful in it’s hunt
Just mental fuckery and the final realization that he was a ****
No reason for his action
Just a bad coping mechanism and a run in with an alcohol-obsessed faction
Now he must deal with the woman he loves reaction
Forgiveness is preyed for, but not seen as an option
More alone than before is the only viable result of that ‘final’ verbal transaction
Inevitable though
He can’t keep living with his mind as a foe
It needs to be clean, clear, and precise
He must succeed and leave everyone in surprise
He must expose this wound with shame
With only himself to blame
The words slip from his lips as light from a flame
Leaving himself vulnerable but eyes still full of desire
This overwhelming ****** feeling that he knows
He has hurt the one he loves
The wound is deep
She is hurt, no longer feeling complete
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 11:20 PM UTC
Let flesh to flesh make you free
Just be in the moment with me
No worries in the air
No cares
Just me and you exist in this world
No thoughts of sadness or fear
Just us in the moment, right here.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC
The shackles,
so inviting.
You need no control.
Give your control to the shackles,
They love it…that’s what they are meant for right?
Take control from the occupant.
He must obey.
Must be taken away.
To where?
He has no say,
The shackles love the control
And he loves the powerlessness.
Nothing is expected,
Nothing needed,
He gets joy from being powerless
Powerless of what happens and free
Everything is let go.
No memories, responsibilities,
the shackles have taken it all away
The shackles love the control
You just need to get away.
The relationship gives both just what they need,
At least they think, at least for a second.
One more drop, their grip grows tighter.
Take it all, not just some.
“sure another”
They beckon and you ponder
Then he tips it back.
Both think this is what needs to happen
Made up their mind
Another down
just let it happen
the shackles love the control
take it from me,
all worries,
pain,
everything,
it’s their’s not mine.
He thinks.
The shackles love the control.
His eyes open, no shackles in sight.
Just empty bottles and a faint light.
He thinks it’s going to be ok, at least by tonight.
Knowing he’ll feel the familiar metal clamped tight.
as he grips the glass in fright.
Scared of it all
The memories,
The empty thoughts,
The unresponsiveness of the sky.
He gives up, gives it all up
Throws the key,
And just lets it be.
Clamped tight for the night
He has let go of it all
Thanks to the cold remedy he thinks heals him so well…
Until his eyes open on another glimps of light
In an unfamiliar place
Maybe this will finally end him of this destructive chase.
Or to another breakdown,
Maybe the same whirlwind
That he just spent the last 8 hours in
The shackles love the control.
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 11:13 AM UTC
Just want a cool C
but what does it mean
Don’t really care
just want that baller flare
that mysterious persona
the one where people get curious and stare
from 50 yards away
"you ******* creepers" I will say
then flash my balls,
who cares about stupid laws.
I'll act like I'm more important than *********** Santa Clause
all from a little letter by my name
give me the confidence C,
to walk through the fire and flames!
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC
I really love rain,
I promise I am not insane.
Just a little odd infact,
and god **** do I love jack.
Cant drink it no more though,
ma’ really ruined our repore.
Have tried to take away the pain,
never found it at the bottom of a bottle.
Should have dumped that dumb **** down the drain
But I have to say,
this realization was quite needed.
My life was going to end in me feeling cheated.
With school and my career in the horizon.
Just really want to be successful and buy a ******* lion.
I’m not sure who the next is to leave.
But leaving my family behind sure as hell wont be me
But It wont surprise when they all abandon ship,
but thats ok, ill go down with it, take it on the chin with a smile & a fat lip
that’s who I am.
Will always accept people, no matter the persona they try to scam
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC