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I tried to show him Jupiter last night and the night before, my ***** and before that, the knuckles of my fist. Then, also, the sinking of my soul on far too much Adderall and the nature of a festering crush-- in a huge symbolic gesture. Because saying, "I fantasize about this man daily" would be too obvious and obviously intentionally hurtful. This man barks about fidelity, wretched women and suicidal Nihilism while I scribble, "Oh my **** if it was me..." and I watch his legs move and my body groans groans into the next two hours. I think about them both performing *********** on the beautiful, small breasted women I ********** to. Today in History, *I used to ********** to women of my own body type* because I once found myself desirable. Now it's the women under the "Most Viewed" tab. I love hearing a strong woman say **** I love hearing him blend nasty words with rhetoric. When I retell moments, I fantasize foul language. I wish I was a scribbler like Ry who doesn't scribble anymore.
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 11:27 PM UTC
The Sinking of me on Adderall
I tried to show him Jupiter last night and the night before, my ***** and before that, the knuckles of my fist. Then, also, the sinking of my soul on far too much Adderall and the nature of a festering crush-- in a huge symbolic gesture. Because saying, "I fantasize about this man daily" would be too obvious and obviously intentionally hurtful. This man barks about fidelity, wretched women and suicidal Nihilism while I scribble, "Oh my **** if it was me..." and I watch his legs move and my body groans groans into the next two hours. I think about them both performing *********** on the beautiful, small breasted women I ********** to. Today in History, *I used to ********** to women of my own body type* because I once found myself desirable. Now it's the women under the "Most Viewed" tab. I love hearing a strong woman say **** I love hearing him blend nasty words with rhetoric. When I retell moments, I fantasize foul language. I wish I was a scribbler like Ry who doesn't scribble anymore.
Yearning, like too much caffeine, to jump out of your skin
kazarat
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 11:27 PM UTC
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