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Your lips tingle my senses, exploring my body
My ******* harden beneath the caress of your tongue
Your yearning for between my legs grows, hardening against my torso.
You reach where I had been waiting for you and we become one, entwined in a sea of pleasure.
Deep thrusts envelope us in burning passion as raw desire for satisfaction deepens
We succumb to the need and drown within waves of ecstasy, our bodies melting into a pool of tranquility.
I woke up this morning
with rain on my window
there was blood on my arms
and dried tears on my pillow
The knife that I used was sleeping on the floor
I looked at the clock
it was a quarter to four
Marilyn Manson was still playing as I got out of bed
thoughts of last night were hurting my head
My depression kicked in as I turned the music off
I felt ***** in my throat as I tried to cough
It is now five in the morning
I'm taking a shower
I'm starting to get cold
I've been showering for an hour
I step out of the tub
and I get the urge to cut
instead I slip on water
and fall on my ****

...................................

I woke up this morning
there's snow on my window
there are poems on the floor
and blood on my pillow
My heart starts to pound
and I start to cry
as I thank the Lord
for saving me from suicide
WRITTEN BY: Mandie Michelle Sanders
WRITTEN: Winter 2005

I started writing when I was 13. I lost a lot of my early stuff in storage after moving years ago. This is the only poem I managed to keep all this time. This poem is the beginning of my very long battle with depression. This poem was written when my nightmare started. The cutting, the starving myself, the suicidal thoughts, the anxiety, all of it. This was the very first poem I ever wrote. I didn't have a title for it 11 years ago. I call it "The Beginning Of Everything" because this was written when all of my problems started. After this poem I began writing all of the time and I haven't stopped.
filling my mind with thoughts so hypnotic
tying knots with a gloss of polished melodic
topics from the pockets of the soft symbolic
optics that cross my eyes and let my mind frolic
the angel of
the strangest love
wraps her feathery wings around me

the danger of
the strangled dove
delicate wings surround me
When words aren't enough
you breathe out feelings that you'd never dare to speak,
but no one understands;
no one listens;
no one ******* cares.

And you're left there, holding on to every breath;
heavy chest and stuck tears in broken hollows.
You beg to be found when you know you don't want to be found.

Despair,
despair between your dry mouth and strong fists,
it's in your veins,
it's all over you.
You cry and you shout,
but in fact you make no sound.

And you're left there, misunderstood and cold;
broken and untouched against strange walls.
You beg to be left alone when you aren't being bothered.

Paranoia,
paranoia in your head
and it's everywhere.

No,
please,
leave me alone.
Just,
please,
hold me.

Demons,
I'm battling my demons tonight.
Copyright © irsorai
2014
Do you ever have your heart so full of sorrow
that you cannot feel anything?
You are numb, you're not sure of what's happening.
Deep breathes and clenched jaw.
You remain with a soft expression
but inside you're on ruins.
What do I do?
I'm a restless soul inside a troubling vision.
Where do I start?
I don't know where I went wrong,
besides the constant denial and self-loathing.
Can I be saved?
I'm in love with a version of myself,
one I can't achieve.

Let me rest,
let me close my eyes
and dream of what once were my dreams.
Copyright © irsorai
Everything must come to an end
Rain, happiness, peace and even life
There are no exceptions

Every story has its ending
Every birth has its death
And every road has an endpoint

Forever does exist
Yet it doesn't happen
And it will never be

So no matter how hard we run
No matter how far we go
Every race has its finish line
Red leaves land
From a treehouse, through the wind,
     For this whisper,
While the earth buoys the waters,
     And the waters—stars,
As we lip all silence that there is,
     Together.
    
          This is how we kiss.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Edited.
Boomer was born,  on a farm, from the same mom and dad..
Tho his markings, were different, then what the other siblings had..

He would see his reflection, in the pond on the farm..
The other animals would tease, tho meaning no harm..

The words he would hear were quite clear,
and would attach deep in his soul..
As time went on, he would keep to himself, and would search for his roll..

He would hunt for answers, with each passing day..
And observe mother nature, and what she had to say..

The wind would howl, and sometimes growl, and sometimes barely blow..
The river would rage, and and be real deep, and often barely flow..

The trees would whistle and do a dance, to their  own private song..
The grass would bend to and fro, as if to join along..

His momma told him with love in her eyes, it's good to be different and true..
The reason they tease, is quite clear, there is only one you..

So enjoy your life, be real strong, and do what puppies do...
And if you're scared or alone, remember the words,
I Love You....
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