If Only you knew the beast you have tamed and come to call a friend
If Only you knew the amount of times I've sat here thinking of you...
Craving you..
All of you...
For the day where I can caress your gentle face and look at you with complete desire
For the day I am no longer afraid to gently pull you close by the small of your back so you may feel the embodiment of my sinful lust against you
For the day in which I can playfully sweep you up into a warm familiar embrace, only to see you looking back at me just as playfully thinking the same
What would it be like...
What would it be like to lay next to you looking deeply into the gateways of your soul , no longer wondering what it would feel like to embellish your soul with mine
What would it be like to know the feeling of our bodies carrying out a natural conversation as your tender lips pressed against mine
What would it be like for us to finally to give into our instincts and come to know...
To know the warmth of your body as I explore it with my own
To know the taste of your excitement and invigorating sounds of your whimpers as I savor all of you
To know the feeling of your arms tightly wrapped around me whilst your hands claw at my back as I fill you with my desire
All of it...
All of the sweat
All of the kisses
All of the scratches
All of the satisfying sinful glimpses exchanged knowing that our relationship would no longer be that of friends
But that of two lost lovers trying to make up for lost time at the end of the world that never wanted us to be
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 11:48 AM UTC
As I sit here reminiscing about my life, Knife in hand, I just ask myself as to how I’ve gotten as far as I have. Twenty years old and so absent of life. I have never had a partner nor friends, or any kind of near and dear human interaction for that matter.
I was raised in foster care from the age of nine.
When I was seven, my mother was tethered to a life support machine.
At the age of nine, my father, fragile and weak committed suicide.
The note went something like this:
“I know you may never understand and I’m not sorry, but you may thank me some day…”
I never understood the message until now, sitting here, slicing into the tender skin within the confines of my hand looking over the horizon.
A gentle drip follows…
I’m glad my father did what he did…
I’ve been taught and invaluable lesson…
That the human soul, albeit intangible, is not infallible.
The same holds true for the will.
Both have yet to be seen much less heard, by a being that breathes the same air as you and I, foolishly we continue to live our lives and ignore these facts so we may keep faith that they exist.
A cool sensation begins to overwhelm me...
Perhaps their intangibility is what has kept them pure and free of human kinds’ seemingly instinctual want to poke, **** and risk possibly destroying something they do not understand until it is understood…
I mean let’s take a look at love.
Love, likewise to the will and the soul is also intangible.
What would love be if you can do what I have done to this very moment and take a sharpened steel blade and tear beneath the skin to understand what truly lies below it surface.
Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 7:13 AM UTC
Time....
A human construct
A self imposed constraint
The most wide spread form of control
Cynical...
It does not speak...
It does not touch...
It does not intend to influence
But it does...
As it quietly passes your mind scrambles
Becoming sick, Twisted, and uncontainably loud
You shriek in silence to a non existent crowd
Found in silence you're desperation consumes you with fear..
You think this is it
My life... No matter what I do... There will never be enough of it..
I'm just not enough...
I may never be enough..
Your mind clouds with doubt,
Darkened by memories of the past
Yet Livid with fears of the unforeseen future...
Yet here you still remain,
Idle..
Pensive...
Allowing life to unravel right before you,
Never asking so much as why ...
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 11:25 AM UTC
Close but Far,
Believed but not seen,
Felt but not touched;
That is the human soul.
Touched, only by Love...
Moved, only by Music..
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 1:29 PM UTC
Life is not a game
Life is not always the same
Life is not easy
Life is not complete without pain
However...
I've seen people play
I've seen people change
I've seen people strive
I've seen people come alive
But only to in the end to take the same 6ft dive...
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
As she sleeps the angels watch over
one of their own
She is full of grace, yet make no mistake
you shan't twist her fate,
she's young and she's witty,
and far beyond pretty.
She's a soldier and a commander,
so go ahead take a great gander,
for she is just one. Rare and alone,
there won't ever be clone.
So cherish her as she be,
for true love is surely rested
in thee...
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
Love is war, love is life, love me not tonight...
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC