timothy-j-kirkpatrick
American
I am a 34 year old, American male from Phoenix Arizona that needed an outlet for the battles that rage within my head. I'm new to creative writing and accustomed to the feeling of heartache and pain... Since I was a child, anger and physical violence were my means of release, but I've been through a lot in the past year and have tamed the beast within myself, in hopes of viewing the world and myself differently. I have a lot to learn about writing(punctuation, grammar, flow) but I feel I've found something that really works for me. I welcome all criticism, I want/need to know how those who read and write on a regular basis, view my writing. I would like to thank all in advance for any words of wisdom you have to share, thank you.
There's a thick layer of **** all in there air today.
Or is it just me?
A quiet lack of solitude in an empty room.
Or is it just me?
Cut outs of magazine smiles, pasted to angry faces.
Or is it just me?
I feel the need to be alone.
Who's coming with me?
Jan 3, 2012
Jan 3, 2012 at 8:03 AM UTC
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EXPLICIT Material, Please be 18 or older before continuing on to reading this poem...
I'm lying in bed just rubbing my **** hoping you'll give it just one tiny lick.... I think of your skin and soft supple *** and how I wish I could tear you in half... I'm laying in bed now stroking my **** wont you come over and sit on it a bit? Just sit back and enjoy, I'll do all the work, I'll play with your **** and make you hurt... it hurts so good is what you'll tell me I hope, and after you *** I'll *** down your throat... we'll lay in my bed after we've had our fun, spooning and such until what's that? Yeah Its my tongue...
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 8:26 PM UTC
Do you feel the urge?
The need to purge.
Those feelings of lust.
To put out the fire that Burns.
Lay gently and open up
To my words and my touch.
And feel the words that I speak, against your soft blushed cheek.
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 8:24 PM UTC
As I wander through life I'll stop to daydream that instead of people that surround me they're dandelions and I'm standing tall above them and walking through the field in which they're planted, but as I'm walking I see something bright in the distance floating in the wind as if it were dancing, floating higher than my arms can reach... I start to run towards it and that's when I see... Its a purple daisy, So bright and free, as It dances in the wind I attempt to cut in, but It needs no help no partner to dance with... I want to catch it and keep it, to show the world that there's beauty out there... but... its gone just as fast as It came, floating with the wind that carried it my way.
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 8:23 PM UTC
Here I lay in bed again, a bed I shared with one true friend...
A friend whose soul was pure and bright, but here I lay, alone tonight...
I lay alone cause my one true friend, betrayed me twice then once again...
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 8:21 PM UTC
She sits and she waits
for her bus to return. Looking quite nice, and feels there's no time left to burn.
Alone at night, impatiently waiting the time to be right.
To hop aboard the Right transit, where she'll happily sit.
She'll take that ride and hope for the best, she jumped on this bus without proper time to rest.
For the destination is clear, its where her heart has been left.
The problem then lies on her directions you see.
Her heart now lies in a place that was safe.
She took that journey so blindly and carefree.
She knows what she'll find when she reaches her end.
What will you find? And can you say, without the help of pretend?
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 8:21 PM UTC
It's been a while,
Random memories layed out like tiles.
Infesting the solitude I yearn to find; the place I can't go, the place in my mind.
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 8:19 PM UTC
As my fingers trace the keyboard,
searching,
Lurking for that perfect word.
It dawns on me,
I need not search nor ponder the words you desire.
It was carelessness in those words,
my true self that made its way to your eyes.
And put myself in a view that needed no disguise.
You wonder who I truly am,
if the words you read are placed gently upon your screen.
But what you read is what you get,
and I know I'll never regret.
For I am me, in all my self proclaimed glory.
And love myself, no need to make up a story.
So accept me as I am,
And you too will never regret,
The friend you have made,
And times you won't forget.
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 8:18 PM UTC
I see your heart melting with every word you write.
It wasn't intended, but it's hard to fight.
You'll think of me when you lay down your head.
You'll tell yourself "no" and think of chores instead.
I'll sneak back in, into your mind, into your heart.
Fantasize, realize, be mesmerized at the note that lies before your eyes.
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 8:16 PM UTC
There's no medicine for the pain, no bandage can mend the wounds that you've inflicted...
How do I maintain, how do I let go without feeling conflicted?
If time is my doctor then the doctor is out, why am I filled with so much doubt?
Is this pain my destiny? I fear this is what's meant for me.
I've got so many questions, I've learned so many lessons.
This lecture is getting old, I'm starting to feel cold...
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 2:47 PM UTC