hyponymphocondriac

hyponymphocondriac Oct 2013

oh god.

Skin to skin we dance like shadows.
Bathed in the candle light,
Our bodies intertwine.
Your mouth is hot on my body.
Finding a ****** in your mouth you nibble.
My cries of tortured ecstasy spur you on.
My hands in your hair,
Your beard on my *******.
I say words that rest incomprehensible,
But, of course, you understand.
Your wandering mouth takes its time and finally rests,
Happily between my thighs.
Your tongue is destructive.
Tearing down my every wall and blockade.
I scream your name in sweet turmoil.
My words remain my only defense against your onslaught.
Short syllables of you escape my throat as my body shudders,
Closer and closer you bring me to an apocalyptic ******,
My whole world shatters,
And nothing but you matters.

I can't believe I'm uploading this.

hyponymphocondriac Sep 2013

Midnight Recollections.

I don't want to miss you.
Your braces and crooked smile,
You fill my view.
I could never look you in the eyes,
My black soul would not permit.
The light you emit from those deep pools,
Those of chasms brown.
Never wavering,
Never looking away.

I sought to find the courage within myself to tell you,
To tell myself,
How beautiful you made my life.
How much more worth you granted each day.
But instead I lie lost in darkness.
Missing my light,
Missing you.

hyponymphocondriac Mar 2012

Where Do The Willows Weep?

Where do the willows weep?
Where wars are fought and corpses sleep,
Where time is stopped and love is fleeting,
And all the blessed take the beatings.

Where do the willows weep?
Where the wicked rest on council seat,
Where infants wail unconsoled,
With no one to love,
To have and to hold.

Tell me where the willows weep!
Where justice crawls and corruption leaps,
Where righteous men live in the streets,
Is THIS the place where willows weep?!

Is THIS the place where willows cry?!
Where only evil can satisfy,
Where wings are clipped and none can fly?
All "truths" are started with a lie
A lie that penetrates so deep,
It haunts the cities in late night sleep,
Into the children's dreams it shall seep.
Yes, this is where the willows weep.

hyponymphocondriac Dec 2011

Go.

You go?
He'll go.
He go?
She'll go.
Y'all go?
I'll stay.
I won't be caught up.
But if you go,
and He goes,
and She goes,
If all y'all go.

I'm alone.

hyponymphocondriac Nov 2011

Fell.

I've been betrayed.
I've been made afraid.
I've been cut apart.
I've been deprived of my heart.
I've been thrown over the edge.
I've been beyond left for dead.
I've been cut, ripped to shreds.
I've been immobilized, around my head.
I've been *******, not that way.
I've been scared of every day.
I've been told that life is none.
I've been told there is no sun.
I've been told there is no light.
I've been told I can't fight.
I've been told that I should run.
I've been told to **** fun.
You've been told that I don't care.
You've been told that still I stare.
You've been told by contradiction.
You've been told by barest friction.
You've been told by no connection.
You've been told by the turn of her head.
You've been told by her cruel words unsaid.
You've been told by her over me.
You've been told by not being free.
You've been told by fury of heart.
You've been told by being ripped apart.
You've been told, maybe now you see.
You've been told by being told by me.
Wait.
I'm so sorry.
Baby I'm so, so sorry.
I'm still
F
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In love with you.
******!
******.
You're gone.

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