Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
It's Funny
i never saw you this way when we first met
but now I keep imagining you on top of me
hot and wet
it's a hard thought to shake
you grinding against my member
I think I've finally knocked it out
but it comes back around like December

it's funny because the lines aren't blurred
we're both sober our speech isn't slurred
but when I lay alone I become drunk with lust
and this aching desire to sip and drink from your cup
I can't keep thinking about you like this
it's unhealthy for us both, like an uncomfortable itch.
Just some musings on lust
 Apr 2015 Brandy Nicole
Livia
I think I may be
Nyctophilic
Because I love
The darkness

The relaxing nothingness,
Eigengrau flooding my eyes
Releasing me from the world
For a little while

I used to be scared
Of what lurked inside,
But I accepted the dark
As part of me

The dark is good
Just look at the night sky, dark as well
It is mysterious and glorious
And maybe it does have danger

But if you learn to accept
You will find the dark comforting as well
And you may join me in the group of
Nyctophilics; the people who live in the eigengrau
A random poem about darkness
Nyctophilia: finding comfort and relaxation in the dark
Eigengrau: the color black that you see. Pronounced i-jen-grouh
When you hurt me you didn't just turn me down
You left me feeling like a faceless clown,
you took my confidence to hell
buried it right beside my pride, how swell!
my ****** side? yeah that died with my dreams
You didn't just hurt me, you tore my heart apart at the seams.

But... yet....

What you took from me could never be replaced
So I went into the deepest recesses of my heart and soul and forged new items to stand in that unoccupied space
It took a lot of time
most of that spent putting my pain into rhyme
I had to go through hell to really appreciate it when I get to heaven

So thank you for stealing, because I just got new models in and more coming at 7
So now I only have these final words to say to you

Roses are red,
violets not blue
you must think I'm stupid,
if I decided to return to you

Roses Are red
a deep crimson hue,
I heard about someone getting deported to outer Mongolia
you should follow suit.

Roses are red,
spinach stalks green
you may be wondering,
why this poem is so mean

Well at the risk of sounding cliche,
it's inspired by an ex of mine,
what more can I say?
This was originally two seperate that I decided to combine
I want to cry
but I can't shake my pride
I'm supposed to be emotionless and cold
not crack at the first sign of life going downhill

I Want To cry
but I can't bring myself to break
I can't stand being weak in front of anyone
This is so hard to shake

I want to cry
but I feel so stupid
Why didn't I see this coming
**** it why do I still take everything so hard

I want to cry...
but **** it
I'm going to break if I don't
so If you see me in the rain making the tears in my eyes

I got my wish I finally cried.
Next page