I yearn
For the taste of a cigarette,
I haven't had it since I was young.
Maybe I'll move away
Start my life separately from her,
Maybe then I can try one.
I don't care that they'll **** me,
Maybe that's why I want them.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 6:35 AM UTC
I was once told
That to find an attractive title
For something you wrote
Or drew,
Just name it something random.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 6:33 AM UTC
Something's very wrong
I can feel it
I hardly want to live anymore,
And I'm so close to a relapse.
Stress and hatred
And mostly self loathing
Are all taking their toll.
I just hope I won't give in to
Suicide and Relapse.
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 8:24 PM UTC
I will try
So ***
So very hard,
To be reserved.
At least
More so.
Because the shi-
The things I say can be quite innapropriate,
And highly unbecoming
Of a young woman to say.
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 7:39 AM UTC
Free from the worry
Free from knowledge.
Free from the feelings.
Free from it all.
Free from pain,
Free from pleasure,
Free from satisfaction.
Free of useless, Pent up energy,
Free.
Body spent,
But mind renewed.
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 10:58 PM UTC
My breathing
Hoarse
And my voice--
Course.
Pleasure,
Pain,
Hand in hand.
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 10:55 PM UTC
Lemons- in fanfictions, a gritty or ****** scene.
I watched your Adam's apple bob
As you swallowed your arousal.
My head was swirling with the scent of lemons,
And I couldn't help myself
As I tottered towards you on my intoxication,
Inebriation.
My hands hit your chest,
And in our unsteadiness,
My extra push sent us tumbling...
Down onto the Citrus yellow sheets of your bed
My mouth on your neck,
Wanting only to taste your Lemon sweat.
Your eyes wandered freely,
And your hands soon followed.
Touching my *******
The perky *******
You put your mouth on one,
Extracting from it some sour mix of sweetness,
The lemon in my veins.
We mashed together,
Your member against my cavity,
Pictures of lemons in my mind.
Your hand round my throat,
You began to speak harshly,
Lemon tainting your soul.
The acid in your words,
Acid on your fingernails as they tore my skin...
It hurt,
But it hurt like the beautiful Lemons that brought me here.
You put yourself in me,
Again and again
You forced my body into submission.
My tears burned with the citrus,
My eyes now yellow,
Like the lemons.
In this lighting,
Your skin looked yellow too,
I could almost say your head was a lemon...
Pain resurfaces,
Blood,
The sensation that something was flowing into me,
I knew your lemon juice had filled my pitcher,
Now it was available for drinking.
And you did,
You drank your lemon juice with my sugar,
Lemonade of us two.
Pleasure rocked my body,
And I felt your lemon invading me.
But you yourself,
You were drawing it out of me.
My walls pulled in,
They clenched,
I let out a shrill.
The smell of our lemon sweat
Once again,
Pervading the room.
You collapsed beside me,
The drug wearing off,
Lemons exiting your mind already.
I wasn't done though.
I'm still obsessed.
Still obsessed with lemons.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 6:26 AM UTC
I'm used to people
Liking my poems,
Commenting,
Messaging me,
I'm used to having a following.
It's a little lonely
When no one knows who you are,
But maybe I'm just selfish.
I admit,
I seek attention.
I forgot what it's like not to have a following.
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 3:46 PM UTC
A mask to hide behind,
Speaking in a different voice,
Saying different things.
I love it,
But the only problem is
That it stops being a façade.
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 9:03 AM UTC