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 Jan 2014 Sad Girl
Jake Stewart
Lust
 Jan 2014 Sad Girl
Jake Stewart
Our lips speak much, but our hearts stay silent.
If you love through lust it will surely lead to violence.
Love isn't what one expects it to be, but spoken from the lips inevitably it will never be.
When the sea of mind becomes confused and desolate, the anger inside is portrayed through hesitance.
So to you I say,
stay relevant,
holding true to your heart,
just for the hell of it.
 Jan 2014 Sad Girl
Lauren Poxton
Sex
 Jan 2014 Sad Girl
Lauren Poxton
***
Your soft lips met with mine,
you and I lost and entwined,
you trace my outline with your fingers
and your sensual touch lingers.
I quiver, I quake,
this is an ****** I cannot fake.
***
People regard *** differently:

Some see *** as a commodity; to be exchanged for favors and things.
Some see *** as a medium for emotive and spiritual expression.
Some see *** as merely a means to a purely biological end.
Some see *** as a good time and not much else.
Some see *** as a set of diminishing returns.
Some see *** as an escape from themselves.
Some see *** with a keyboard and mouse.
Some see *** as a communion of Temples.
Some see *** as something not to discuss.
Some see *** as just another thing to do.
Some see *** as a battleground for Lust.
Some see *** as an extra long shower.
Some see *** as profane and obscene.
Some see *** an personal preference.
Some see *** as ages-old Dogma.
Some see *** as Heterosexuality.
Some see *** as all that there is.
Some see *** as uncomfortable.
Some see *** philosophically.
Some see *** as a distraction.
Some see *** as meaningless.
Some see *** as a way of life.
Some see *** as a good time.
Some see *** as metaphor.
Some see *** as necessity.
Some see *** as a luxury.
Some see *** as a game.
Some see *** as Mythic.
Some see *** as a drug.
Some see *** as Virtue.
Some see *** as Logic.
Some see *** as Good.
Some see *** as Love.
Some see *** as Lust.
Some see *** as Evil.
Some see *** as Sin.

Few see *** the same way:

How do you see ***?
The only right answers for you are yours.

How do you see ***?
From the first person, or perhaps third?
Is *** a vicarious thing, or is it personal?

How do you see ***?
Is promiscuity absurd?

How do you see ***?
Can your ****** life affect others?

How do you see ***?
Does it matter who it's with?
Does it matter with how many?
Does it matter how rapidly?
Does it matter why?
It sure does to me.

Does it matter for how long?
Does it matter how often?
Does it matter where?
Does it matter when?
Not with the right person.
*Subject to various situational factors, such as:
energy, mood, lines of sight, and proximity to groups of close friends.
 Jan 2014 Sad Girl
Leah Rae
Sex
 Jan 2014 Sad Girl
Leah Rae
***
When We ****
You Won't Hear The Sound
Of A Coffin Opening
Because
I'm Not Dead Inside Anymore.
 Jan 2014 Sad Girl
Hands
So sweet and so unsteady,
the aroma was so heady,
our backs sticky
and
sweaty.
It's all very stupid, shallow and trite.
I don't want to write another *** poem.
I want to start a ******* fight.
 Jan 2014 Sad Girl
sinderella
I pop pills like they're candy
I drink until it's all fine & dandy
I read books until I lose myself
I write poetry until my head spins
I touch my skin and brush against my scars
I remind myself that it's not over yet
I remind myself as I look at the stars
© sinderella.
 Jan 2014 Sad Girl
sinderella
your love is something I missed
the feeling can't be described
the stars in the sky
ain't nothing
compared to
how you shine

please
always
be mine
© sinderella.
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