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Lost in the depths of your eyes
I search for your soul
Wanting to be within your mind
And understand the ways you flow
You have me memorized
And I long to have more
I crave to be among your lips
And see the way you taste
I need your touch onto my canvas
Making your impression
Because when you look at me
You have me disoriented in hope

I see the light in your eyes
And I beg to shine beside you,
I've been waiting too long
And you're within my reach,
Take me outside my body I plead
And show me what you see
A place filled with bliss
A place with no fear,
No darkness
Only fluorescence filled
With every part of you
Demon of worrying
Swallows me whole
And as I scream
This anguish paralyzes
Frozen, I beg to be free
But the ultimate hunter
Is wanting to dance
So I play the same game,
Tangled in its veins
I rip them out from inside
I scratch open the flesh
And drain the blood
Breaking bones
And shattering the skin
Nothing left except the dead
But instead I stop
Because at the end of the battle
I will be nothing  
For the demons
Are inside all of us
And as I claw out
I realize it's my own open wounds
I am searching for
And that I long to create
This dark chaos
That swallows me
 Oct 2013 phantom89
Jay
Searching
 Oct 2013 phantom89
Jay
Please
explore
me
I
implore
you.
 Oct 2013 phantom89
Derek Yohn
If we can find the proper restraints,
i give the sign:
hold me down and crack my ribs,
tear out the disease in me,
use a microscope (telescope ?) to find my heart,
insert conscience 'A' into slot 'B'.
Peel back my skin and cover
what's left in stained velour,
complete what i have become,
scarred, barren, torn asunder.
i tore the flesh from my bones
for me, nothing more, trying to
destroy eternity, separating
molecules, better living through chemistry
(FOCUS)
There is a seed inside us all.
What will it become, what will it consume?
(FOCUSFOCUSFOCUS)
i feel the disconnect and cry
stretching wounded arms across
a chasm of my own design.
i would tear myself apart for you,
but not for me.
ah, to be young and in love and married...what the **** was i thinking?  i guess my life at that point was just a series of 'it seemed like a good idea at the time' moments all strung together...but then again, isn't that how it is for most of us?
 Oct 2013 phantom89
Derek Yohn
i have no right to have feelings.
i tried to smuggle them past the
checkpoints, metal detectors and such,
but i was foiled, tarred and feathered.
A big ******* chicken.  Awesome.

If i had feelings, i would have no right
to allow them to be hurt.
I am the giver of hurt, not the receiver.
Things are not hurtful to me, for i have asked for them
and knew what i asked.  Happy Days.

i should not discuss feelings i don't have
or hurt i don't feel with anyone,
for any reason, because i have no reason.
i should be grateful to be stoic
and rejoice in the fruits of my labors.

When or if i cry, it is only because
there is something in my eye, a
speck of sand or something like it.
Merely a body's natural cleansing
action, a normal automatic response.

i don't feel alone when i cry.
besides, i chose to be alone, that
is why i walked away in the first place.
Isn't it?
...yeah, maybe not so much.  That didn't end well...
 Oct 2013 phantom89
sheloveswords
You hear the vocals of my pores
Calling out for your ecstasy
Baby, will you answer me?
Annihilate my suspire
I'm craving for you to sojourn your lips unto my dermis
Floating in passion, your love takes me higher
With annimalism
Your death grip on my waistline severely quenches my skin*
I feel your thunder storming on my frame
Being pounded by my waves
Of this flash flood you made
I NEED YOU
To come and swim deeply into my ocean
Contain my legs from this uncontrollable wavely motion
Surf my waves at each convulsion
Your breath trickles down my spine
You haven't even reached your peak yet
And I have came here
And
Came
4
Times
This visit, I do not regret
I WANT YOU
To make love to me
Like there is a war outdoors
With nature and valley
A war between temptation and flesh
But wait
Not just yet
Because your cinnamon skin
***** my tongue passionately
Constantly
I melt, into a puddle
Full weight on the floor
That you lick up until  no more
I travel my lips up and down your masculine build
You feel my exhaustion
Invading your spine
Interrupting your concentration
At this hour, in this moment
You are mine
And I am yours
Finally tasting those lips I've always adored
My succulent tongues takes a moment and travel down your chest
Leaving my mist dwelling on your buff
Down to the strong man hood you possess...
You grab my neck
As you explore the soft walls
Of my saturating portal
Your head inclines back in full relieve
As I continually, savagely feast
You then explode in great fury
We collapse as if an earthquake violated our terrain
And then we lay....
But,
This is not the end
Welcome, to foreplay
With gratitude, your excitements hardens
And your eyes paint me, you feel extremely lucky
You begin to fill your lips with thanks
But  NO
Baby don't thank me
Just **** me...




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