I felt the loss, now i'm exposed to fear
The end is coming near

All I need is you to hear me
The words that i'm saying are dire

I need you to hear

My last thoughts are of pure faith and desire
Why can't you hear me?

My last step;
My last breathe

Here I am
Open, and wounded

Needing some swooning, craving pain

The loss of my past, predicting the aching pain of lost love and relation

I'm here; waiting
Patiently waiting

Needing, and pleeding

The last dose

The one that makes my heart implode

Destruction

My needs are unconquerable

You are the
        window
              to my pain
  Cloudy with
            no chance of clarity
      I can see
               how far
away you are
                    Out of focus,
           still hurting me
                      *so easily

Pawns of a game, a guessing game, a game
Where chance rules supreme.
Dice roll with stardust, driven by cosmic winds,
with whim at the bow and wheel is its own entity.    
Everyone seeking cheap tricks, but to no avail, only
To walk a common road, traversed by paupers and kings.
How to win the game? Well, winners and losers are
Indistinguishable, like grains of sand to the naked eye.
Deceiving shadows loom about the playground.
What can be a rabid monster shredding flesh
Might as well be a mouse nibbling on stray kernels.  
There are no rules, despite the libraries of doctrine
And laws of man which change with the season,
Reflecting the customs of various regions.
Players argue at the round table as to what the
Objective may be.
Perhaps survival of the fittest?
To harbor joy while making a pittance?
To love wholeheartedly, for good riddance?
One thing’s for certain.
The game will end, some way or another.
Let’s have the thrill of our lives, while it lasts.
Let’s entertain the impossible before we pass.

My body is not yours to bruise with your ***** viscous words and hands that carry layers and layers of my dried up blood,
You have no right to touch my sanctuary of a body the way that you do nor do you have any right to penetrate my mind with your poisonous venom that drips from your lips like a torrential rain,
You do not have a say in what I choose to cloth my body of which I perceive with disgust no less, no more,
I shall dress my inane skin in beautiful markings not to appear different to society as you say but to be the alluring being I wish to be,
I wish for a freedom you do not provide me with,
I wish for a day where you do not persecute me for my dark desolate wandering soul for I cannot control who I am meant to be although I have tried to change my self perception for your cold, conceited statue,
Oh you do what you do so well saying what you say so drolly,
I do comprehend my pitiful soul as pitiful of course but with your pesky whispering leaving me whimpering in the dirt and space of empty nothingness,
Oh how I am such an immaculate nothingness,
A swing here, a blow there,
There goes my dented shuffle, my cardinal dropping to the stiff brute ground,
I suppose my fear is amusing to say the least,
You drink it all up as it seeps out of me as if it were my dark red blood,
Oh how you must love its bitter taste for you beg for it every destructing moment you desire with an insatiable fire,
My need for peace is oh so dire, so dire,
I soak in the fear that my death is imminent,
That it is near,
Perhaps waiting just around the corner of the road,
Waiting oh so patiently to pounce out at me,
With such delightful grinning glee,
Maybe I shall meet death in an hour, perhaps our rendezvous will take place on Monday, perhaps it shall be when I am old and creased all over,
Whenever it is I know you shall not feel an inkling of compassion or penance and I think one day I will be alright with that.
An anonymous girl ©

65kg, 70kg, 80kg, 100kg, 120kg,
And I am too fat,
Too fat,
TOO FAT,
Too fat for what exactly?
To be ******?
To have my body desecrated upon by feral beasts who could not care about my heart's weight no matter my body's weight?
To be called beautiful cos baby I know I am beautiful somewhere in this world but am I really if I am not labeled as such?
You say I should eat healthy or exercise  I could look like her, or him or her, I could ruin my body on the inside yet it is the outside you judge my ill-bitten health upon,
Perhaps if you had X-ray vision and could see through my chest cavity the pores of health I do possess would be more than obvious,
****, I am still breathing aren't I?
My heart, is it still beating?
My legs still moving,
My fingers still able to intertwine with my lovers?
Then who are you to judge me upon my " fat " ?
Who are you to make me doubt my self-worth, self-being, self-love and self-beauty with the uttering of four little insignificant yet morally diminishing words?
You are too fat.
An anonymous girl ©

My request and desire
Was for you to use my face as a seat
An insatiable hunger
Your southern lips
I wanted to eat

Tongue flat against your flower
Taking my ability to breathe away
I have given you the power

As things get more intense
I put my tongue inside
You pull my hair and push
My face you begin to ride

Your sweet nectar is flowing like a river
I can feel your thick juices
Running down the sides of my face
Pressing hard, you begin to quiver

Pleasure maxed, I push into you
Feeling your release
Brings me satisfaction too

When we are through
You taste yourself as you bite my lip
Into sated sleep we safely slip