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Feeling Real Apr 2014
if, slowly, i raised the heat
and i worked too hard
and i left you too hard
what would you say to me
the submissive mistress to-be
itching and craving
as a very bad girl misbehaving
not solely naught
but with pink and bows
and new white lace
drinking top shelf lose-yourself
to make you think
but the admiration is enough
and the attractive wanton lust
rubs you just the right way
it is so ingrained
and yet, all the same
I get a taste of a craving
and lose myself to waiting
for someone to teach me
I, the special fool
am waiting for a man to have rule
to give me what I need by substitute
Feeling Real Apr 2014
Ego
I write when I begin to feel
emotions are things to purge
and though not often does this occur
my words are masterpieces
waiting to be heard
As if I feel something I will imagine
Just for a grade
Just for some attention
pay me in your admiration
if it exists
Feed me false confidences
if I fall short in deliverance
But my ego is such it shall remain untouched
I am better than skilled in deception
I am a masterpiece painting its way
I am so purposeful
when I am set to complete
any task or chore I meet
but poems, they require a felt beat
that only comes naturally
when allowing notions to be free
and I purge all that comes
before I can contribute
that nonsense to me
Feeling Real Apr 2014
This poem is a place to purge my soul
of dark and sad and grievance old
tracing the timeline backward, away
to my life as a child, listless days
The men who won't have me
and the few who do
The hurting ache of physical roles
and the relief of finished holes
I dedicate this to a brother, half-awake
all the friends I've let go
for their little mistakes
and the hours every day I ran
while out of fuel through my ruined lands
For my inability to love or feel or wish
to the loser in my life who caused it
and my mother who feels the fault
and my skin that has scars self-inflicted
I have an ode to share with future self
wealth, health, and ache keeps you alive
it serves to remind
It is alright if you have already died
Feeling Real Apr 2014
I could write about happy
subtle things
loving eyes
and the miniscule freedom
it applies
But I love to hurt
it has beauty, too
What else is deeper
and the most honest truth?
Happiness is fleeting
even amongst the most cues
Sadness, true hurt
paralyses and wraps itself
down the body, past the spine
into your being
into your soul
and it lasts
much longer than ache
or a smile
for a sweet, long while
Feeling Real Apr 2014
I was mistaken to believe
in anything
time changes much but not unseen
stuck inside without
with mine
an undesirable fate
my mate
in chains
enslaved
alive
Feeling Real Apr 2014
I do not oppose will
nor bend away
when challenged or tied

but to deny me
a true torture
though I will not fight
nor wish for a difference
or an attitude
because objectively
rejection is easy
Feeling Real Apr 2014
I've sadly woken up
once again, as daily
ministrations prove fruitless
a wanton lust
nothing real or beyond
physical realm
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