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  Dec 2014 Dallas Allen
Just Melz
So soon to touch
It's never enough
You swim in my brain
Naked and alluring
Feel me
Want me

Enticing me with pain
Whispers of 'mine'
No need to be tame
I've changed my mind
Scream out my name
Give me all you got
Please don't hold back
Once in a lifetime
Please me
Touch me

I'm reaching my prime
You've reached my insides
Sheath yourself deeply
Inside my body
I'm so very ready
Take me
Arouse me

I want all of you
Every delicious inch
I'm never through
I can't get enough of you
Lick me
Bite me

Drink all of me
Like I wanna swallow
All of you
Don't you know
What they say is true
It's the nicest, sweetest girls
That in bed
Will rock your world
Pleasure me
Taste me
Tease me

Finish Me
*~please~
  Nov 2014 Dallas Allen
Creep
Numb,
like the cement on the ground beneath me,
stepped on, trampled,
worn down.
It can't stand anymore,
cracks threatening to open even more,
to spill out all its guts,
and tell the world what really lies beneath it all,
with its hints of emerald peeking out, excited to see what's in store,
naive.

If only it knew what awaits it outside,
the terror of imminent screams that will pierce its mind
and stay in there, a pinball bounced
back and forth
back and forth
in a pinball machine;
of the agony that will claw its way in and stay there,
the way lions pounce on their prey, bring them down,
and stay there gnawing on its meat, the bones that are left,
and the vultures joining in the pickings.

Maybe it's just me,
but hopefully the green shall retreat back slowly, and come out when it's time.

For now the world is shifting, no longer of
feverish giggles of obnoxious, sticky children,
the passionate embraces of lovers,
and the glimmer of joy that seeps out of the wrinkles of a friend's face,
but of
loud, rude remarks of unruly brats that have been exposed to too many sins,
cheating lovers, here one night, gone the next, leaving only broken hearts, tears, and empty tubs of ice cream,
and gruesome blooming bruises that cover your face, as well as matching cuts that cover your "friend's" own face, and both of you backstabbed by each other, hurt, and with vengeance flowing out of you like tributaries.

So go. Leave, and come back once the time is ripe, and things are the way they should be.
The world and I are just going to hurt you anyways...
idk... it started as something and ended as something entirely bizarre. sorry if this doesnt make sense.
  Nov 2014 Dallas Allen
Creep
It's the boys with the sweetest words, the cheesiest pickup lines, and the cutest shows of affection who will win me over.
haha im a sucker for pickup lines, little things like a good morning, and sweetheart gentlemen :) *blush*
comment below on any pickup line you know :) or repost this and write a pick up line :) lets see how creative these get ;) add the tag #pickuplines if you do write one as a post
Me when I'm ******:

Stage 1: Politely nodding and smiling. Thinking: Omfg shut up.

Stage 2: Staring at them blankly. Thinking: I'm gonna **** myself.

Stage 3: Clenched jaw and glaring. Thinking: I'm gonna **** YOU

Stage 4: Completely lost it, revving chainsaws (no accident that I pluralized chainsaws) and burning **** down, the town is in ruins and I am evilly cackling insanely and raiding chocolate stores. *Thinking: MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
no. I do not have anger management issues. now ******* before I stomp you into the ground and chase you with a sledgehammer

lol if anyone wants to do one like this about their stages of pissedness I'd love to read it ;)
If you ever get in an argument and you think you are losing
use Jack Sparrow logic:
No, you can't be right! Because if you have said I am not right then you have admitted that if you were to say I was right you would be wrong which would be the opposite of you being right making me right even though I am certainly already right without you theoretically saying what is wrong about me not being right so in the end you find that my rightness doesn't need to be proven because if I tried to prove it I would be admitting that I am wrong whereas if I were right (which I am) the rightness of my statements would speak for themselves needless of evidence. Therefore, by you claiming that you are right and proving it you are proving that you are wrong by admitting your points need to be proven because of their wrongness. I am absolutely right about this and you are most certainly left about this. Wait what?
Savy?
if you are wondering if I can do ANYTHING other than obsess over fictional characters the answer is yes. I can go like this! *dramatically wiggles fingers in air*
  Nov 2014 Dallas Allen
Anonymous
Im not mad at you.
Im mad at me.
Im mad that i get so attached
When you obviously arent
I just dont know what to do with myself anymore
Im so tired of being sad
Im tired of not feeling like im enough
Maybe it would be easier if we just stopped
Because i cant keep falling if theres nothing there to catch me
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