"abused"?
no! that's not what this is
she may rip my thin skin with the whip of her switch
leave big, bold, purple bruises when she throws heavy blows at my face
punching, and kicking till she hears the very snap! of my rib cage and bones break
She's not abusing me when she stains my heart with toxic words of lies, and negativity about me
how im stupid, worthless, disgusting, ****** up, demented, and i waste of a soul
No......that's not abuse
its just her way of love, and physical nourishment
shes happy when im hurt
and that's all that matter
....happiness for one soul
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 2:12 AM UTC
She stood in a dress that made her look like sin, and it was fitting that her eyes drifted like smoke above her red lips. There is no Hell that is more enticing than her, drag me beneath the flames.
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC
I’ve always had the fear of being inadequate, of not being good enough. I stressed about everything and wreaked myself.
It was only until I realised that this pain I inflicted on myself was because I was only trying to impress the people around me. Know that the only reason you are improving yourself should be because you are doing it for YOU.
You’ll be much happier.
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
All I can ever ask of you is to please never settle for me. If I’m not what you’re looking for, if I’m not good enough for you, then don’t stay.Because you’ll end up leaving anyways
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 4:11 AM UTC
So if we have to show women what the baby looks like in their womb and tell them how the process works before allowing them to get an abortion, does that mean we should teach our soldiers about the culture of the lands we’re invading, and explain to them that the people we want them to **** have families and feel pain, just like Americans?
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 4:05 AM UTC
me after death slams the hell’s gate open, takes off the bra and the shoes, sits on satan’s lap: I’m ****** home, what’s the wifi password
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 4:04 AM UTC
Im tired and i want to be held by someone who loves me
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 4:02 AM UTC
Where does one begin to describe your grace?
A cosmic entity, an enigma.
The moon is not unlike your eyes;
Lovers quaint gaze up in admiration,
Powerful enough to raise up the tides.
Roses may wilt, but you are immortal
In the minds of many who were enticed so.
A force of nature- the sun, rain, moon, wind,
You have mystifying excellence.
Flowers bejewel your hair, stars on your skin,
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 9:50 PM UTC
Does the blind know when
he nears death?
The blackness consuming
his reigning visions,
As he treads the edge of
existence and oblivion
What is truth and what
are delusions?
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC
For the girl i love
i cant show her but i can dream it
but when i try to make a move i just get shy
of what she might say
if its a yes or no
so i tried so hard that everyone found out
now i think if i should even ask
when we talk are conversations are nearly short that
i wish i could just ask her
but instead of going to her in person i write notes to her instead
and again i think if her answer will be yes
but if no then my eyes will overflow
with heartbroken tears
but still i will not give up i will keep on trying to win her heart
if not i shall live alone in sorrow of what i had hoped for the two of us.......
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC