the-unbeliever - Hello Poetry

Only a taste That's all I get Fleeting moments Happy thoughts, a tease I'll get just that But they're longer and longer Between there and now The day's roll by Where happiness is constant Rather than elusive Feelings of guilt For those that don't have it But then I'm appreciative Because for the longest I wasn't

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Oct 7, 2014

Oct 7, 2014 at 12:01 PM UTC

Pretty Dreams

Only a taste That's all I get Fleeting moments Happy thoughts, a tease I'll get just that But they're longer and longer Between there and now The day's roll by Where happiness is constant Rather than elusive Feelings of guilt For those that don't have it But then I'm appreciative Because for the longest I wasn't

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Behind my eyes Resides a beast An animal Barely controlled On a thin leash It looks at you Through everyone Past you All you are Just another meal I see you But you don't understand With your "My you have pretty eyes," I see you as flesh Something to be devoured My hands hook to claws My fingers itch for blood My mouth waters For a taste of your meat I lick my lips And speak pretty I fear my eyes betray me But you'll lie And be trapped

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Oct 2, 2014

Oct 2, 2014 at 12:27 PM UTC

Urges

Behind my eyes Resides a beast An animal Barely controlled On a thin leash It looks at you Through everyone Past you All you are Just another meal I see you But you don't understand With your "My you have pretty eyes," I see you as flesh Something to be devoured My hands hook to claws My fingers itch for blood My mouth waters For a taste of your meat I lick my lips And speak pretty I fear my eyes betray me But you'll lie And be trapped

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Embrotic memories of a time Pieced together and stitched An incomplete puzzle From the childhood nightmare Like reflections In shattered glass Staring back The child stares at me Probably wondering, curious Questioning how this came to be When the memories push Catapulting me into the present A journey built on a foundation Always seeming to crumble With every step, splitting Between right and the conditioning Depression looms, drowning darkness I see the light, diffused above Reaching I gasp, crying Shadows twist and tangle From the weeds pulling me back A touch, gentle, a grip Takes my hand, pulling My face breaks the surface A lover's kiss, no The Lover's Kiss, Devine Breaks my lips Breathes, gives, sparks life Hope That takes me from the edge Dispels darkness, clears for light Forever I'll struggle Tempted by others Taunted by the past Threatening to topple I am resolved to stand The shell is broken My child grins, plays In my shadow, my present Gives, providing her safety Not then, but now,

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Sep 16, 2014

Sep 16, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC

The Shell

Embrotic memories of a time Pieced together and stitched An incomplete puzzle From the childhood nightmare Like reflections In shattered glass Staring back The child stares at me Probably wondering, curious Questioning how this came to be When the memories push Catapulting me into the present A journey built on a foundation Always seeming to crumble With every step, splitting Between right and the conditioning Depression looms, drowning darkness I see the light, diffused above Reaching I gasp, crying Shadows twist and tangle From the weeds pulling me back A touch, gentle, a grip Takes my hand, pulling My face breaks the surface A lover's kiss, no The Lover's Kiss, Devine Breaks my lips Breathes, gives, sparks life Hope That takes me from the edge Dispels darkness, clears for light Forever I'll struggle Tempted by others Taunted by the past Threatening to topple I am resolved to stand The shell is broken My child grins, plays In my shadow, my present Gives, providing her safety Not then, but now,

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Sits up on a mountain But turns all those Who come away He'll spend a day Maybe four or five And eat what he likes A solitary life Up, up, up Down, down, down He might wonder Which is more difficult The ups or downs But if you asked And if he answered It would be neither And leave you In question Because You wouldn't get it It would be the journey And he's trying to make it

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Sep 15, 2014

Sep 15, 2014 at 6:14 AM UTC

The Wise Man

Sits up on a mountain But turns all those Who come away He'll spend a day Maybe four or five And eat what he likes A solitary life Up, up, up Down, down, down He might wonder Which is more difficult The ups or downs But if you asked And if he answered It would be neither And leave you In question Because You wouldn't get it It would be the journey And he's trying to make it

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The day is mine, ours Futures will become today Such is my life, ours

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Sep 14, 2014

Sep 14, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC

Optional

The day is mine, ours Futures will become today Such is my life, ours

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Slowly A Feather Falls Low Discarded by its wing Dropped away Without a thought It drifted, pulled Pushed By currents Beyond it's control Tugged and tousled Tossed like a boat in the storm This is life Too many thrown away Drifting to make a difference Or crushed beneath the heels of bills Bouncing back and forth Without, they say, their chance But, it's personal When I say The chance Is in your Hands Right Now So take a breathe Take another Look to the skies, the stars Then grit your teeth Work your fingers They'll bleed You'll pay But In the end, you'll see You are the shining You were meant to be

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Sep 10, 2014

Sep 10, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC

Breathe

Slowly A Feather Falls Low Discarded by its wing Dropped away Without a thought It drifted, pulled Pushed By currents Beyond it's control Tugged and tousled Tossed like a boat in the storm This is life Too many thrown away Drifting to make a difference Or crushed beneath the heels of bills Bouncing back and forth Without, they say, their chance But, it's personal When I say The chance Is in your Hands Right Now So take a breathe Take another Look to the skies, the stars Then grit your teeth Work your fingers They'll bleed You'll pay But In the end, you'll see You are the shining You were meant to be

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With a touch, he makes me erupt Bound, by hand to foot I am pleasured, first by tease The smallest nibble The smallest lick Arching, straining bonds Reaching for more, Muscles contract, relax And seek to break once more I am forced to concentrate Fists pull at my bindings Over I twist, around I bend Ankles to thighs, opened wide Toys seek, penetrating, My mouth, tongue to glass Dripping, my want plays need Throbbing, my button's desire Far out stretched, wrists above Tension increases the need I am his, the ultimate in trust He says to lick, my mouth invites Guiding me, gentle to his ****** Knowing, he knows my want, All my fears, delayed My face cradled in his strength I take, opening deep, but he won't gift Just a tease, gets my breath hot And I'm over again, wide and spread I feel my lips open, blindfolded fun His tip, it must be a sin Vibrations wrench sweetness from me His staff slides as his hands grip Up and back, never in Quivering thighs make me buck I am denied, I am fulfilled And I am on my knees Arched high, opened wide For hours he has teased Will this be my moment My teeth still my quaking lip His hand again, I coat Dripping down my insides And he presses fingers to my lips I drink, greedy, my taste Not for me, but for him A pleasured mess, I **** Creating, overwhelming his own need He takes it from me, Pulling my cheeks wider The tip, the tip, the tip! I feel it grow, stretching me Then the shaft, a hardness Squeezing, throbbing my own need I fight it back, to take more Bound, his lust, gives more Not a little but full ****** Split, I convulse Against bind In his hands, hard My body gives Lost, I am clay Around him I am molded In fire, I am Cast I feel the urgency in thrusts I feel his depth and ask for depth His test takes me harder And for more I ask I give him myself And I feel fingers press Enter places, commanding more Drawing more from me Bringing me strange places And I devour them all Knees down and deep Butting the pillow, I am brought Beyond flesh To the place of my soul And I am satisfied Feeling his need He pulls, plunges deep Just above, my dripping wet Giving me just the tip I feel him swell His knuckles play a song Against my firm cheeks he plays I squeeze and shutter ******* at his delights I hold him tight Letting him finish his cream I feel it drip, both now Down wet cheeks, inner thigh Feral grin, this just begins

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Sep 8, 2014

Sep 8, 2014 at 8:23 AM UTC

Passion in Play

With a touch, he makes me erupt Bound, by hand to foot I am pleasured, first by tease The smallest nibble The smallest lick Arching, straining bonds Reaching for more, Muscles contract, relax And seek to break once more I am forced to concentrate Fists pull at my bindings Over I twist, around I bend Ankles to thighs, opened wide Toys seek, penetrating, My mouth, tongue to glass Dripping, my want plays need Throbbing, my button's desire Far out stretched, wrists above Tension increases the need I am his, the ultimate in trust He says to lick, my mouth invites Guiding me, gentle to his ****** Knowing, he knows my want, All my fears, delayed My face cradled in his strength I take, opening deep, but he won't gift Just a tease, gets my breath hot And I'm over again, wide and spread I feel my lips open, blindfolded fun His tip, it must be a sin Vibrations wrench sweetness from me His staff slides as his hands grip Up and back, never in Quivering thighs make me buck I am denied, I am fulfilled And I am on my knees Arched high, opened wide For hours he has teased Will this be my moment My teeth still my quaking lip His hand again, I coat Dripping down my insides And he presses fingers to my lips I drink, greedy, my taste Not for me, but for him A pleasured mess, I **** Creating, overwhelming his own need He takes it from me, Pulling my cheeks wider The tip, the tip, the tip! I feel it grow, stretching me Then the shaft, a hardness Squeezing, throbbing my own need I fight it back, to take more Bound, his lust, gives more Not a little but full ****** Split, I convulse Against bind In his hands, hard My body gives Lost, I am clay Around him I am molded In fire, I am Cast I feel the urgency in thrusts I feel his depth and ask for depth His test takes me harder And for more I ask I give him myself And I feel fingers press Enter places, commanding more Drawing more from me Bringing me strange places And I devour them all Knees down and deep Butting the pillow, I am brought Beyond flesh To the place of my soul And I am satisfied Feeling his need He pulls, plunges deep Just above, my dripping wet Giving me just the tip I feel him swell His knuckles play a song Against my firm cheeks he plays I squeeze and shutter ******* at his delights I hold him tight Letting him finish his cream I feel it drip, both now Down wet cheeks, inner thigh Feral grin, this just begins

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If there was a way to wither all storms That protection would be a house More, a home Built of stone Solid wood Steel and To last The home will be strong Built solid, on stone Anchored deep Bedrock, firm Many will knock And more will come They'll be turned away Cast out for their fears And bringing unrest Their storms are not wanted And the home will stand It is strong, not of straw Not on sand, not to blow The winds will not crash down Not storm, only a light rain Maybe repair a bit here Or there That's the price of a home Building protection From the storm Defying the world And being alive

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Sep 5, 2014

Sep 5, 2014 at 7:45 AM UTC

A House Built a Home

If there was a way to wither all storms That protection would be a house More, a home Built of stone Solid wood Steel and To last The home will be strong Built solid, on stone Anchored deep Bedrock, firm Many will knock And more will come They'll be turned away Cast out for their fears And bringing unrest Their storms are not wanted And the home will stand It is strong, not of straw Not on sand, not to blow The winds will not crash down Not storm, only a light rain Maybe repair a bit here Or there That's the price of a home Building protection From the storm Defying the world And being alive

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I'll make the devil blush Turn his head with my legs Heave heavy in his breast My pleasure in laughter Wincing when he delivers A Catholic sin, to be so full Riding it like a bull Enjoying the drip Flushing body Replenishing soul Good thing my God Has blessed me with this Insatiability and the chance To heal, to be pleasures, pleasured Killing off the demons in my mind I'm built for speed, sleek, lithe Hard bodies, desperately in love Show it with my grind Indulge it in kind Hips bring quivering thighs High heels, fishnets Behind closed doors My Man knows how to please With lips, hands such a tease Bringing waves, little deaths One by one, until the big one A sensual massage That lasts for hours To which, I lose My mind

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Sep 3, 2014

Sep 3, 2014 at 6:57 AM UTC

Wicked in Sin

I'll make the devil blush Turn his head with my legs Heave heavy in his breast My pleasure in laughter Wincing when he delivers A Catholic sin, to be so full Riding it like a bull Enjoying the drip Flushing body Replenishing soul Good thing my God Has blessed me with this Insatiability and the chance To heal, to be pleasures, pleasured Killing off the demons in my mind I'm built for speed, sleek, lithe Hard bodies, desperately in love Show it with my grind Indulge it in kind Hips bring quivering thighs High heels, fishnets Behind closed doors My Man knows how to please With lips, hands such a tease Bringing waves, little deaths One by one, until the big one A sensual massage That lasts for hours To which, I lose My mind

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Be shade, beast or man Hark, listen just to be clear Beware lines in sand

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Sep 2, 2014

Sep 2, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC

This I Do Declare

Be shade, beast or man Hark, listen just to be clear Beware lines in sand

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