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 Nov 2015 SJ
W Winchester
Libido
 Nov 2015 SJ
W Winchester
Hands, everywhere. All over her back, in her hair, on her neck, on her hips. Pulling her onto a desk, pulling her face close, pulling her hair back. Lips, everywhere. On her own, at her neck, on her hips. Eyes, everywhere. On her face, on her body.

The desk, cold and solid against her back, hands hot on her thighs. Lips soft on her neck, fingers rough inside her. First one, slow and easy. Then two, pumping rhythmically. Then three, stretching her to her limits. Lips left her neck, a bruise to remember them by. A hand grabs her hip and pulls her forward. A head between thighs, breathing her in. Soft, timid lips on her skin. Two hands spread her thighs apart and a tongue tastes her, hot and rough. It makes a home between her hips, tasting every drop of her anticipation.

A different hand meets her neck. Another joins it and pulls her in, leaning her forward legs still apart with a tongue buried inside.
Notes I wrote at midnight
 Nov 2015 SJ
Muggle Ginger
I Felt
 Nov 2015 SJ
Muggle Ginger
I felt
like I had to be cautious
Because the crunch of every footstep
Was going to wake a sleeping giant
Kind of like when I coughed all night
As a kid
Mother was going to have to take care of me
From dusk till dawn
Sometimes people are worth more than sleep
I felt
Like that wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen
It’s been so long since I felt the embrace
Of someone who really wanted to be there
I felt
Like I was finally home
The snow was a blanket that wasn’t cold
And I gratefully snuggled in
The sun was my brother
Showing me a better way
Out of the darkness
I felt
At peace in a torrential world
All of my pieces could finally find a place
I could fit them together
In way that doesn’t make me second guess
Everything I see in the mirror
I felt
I could finally figure out how to be on my own
Like being on my own wasn’t so bad
Because I didn’t feel alone
Despite no having anyone around
I felt
It’s possible to find a purpose
Even without a home, without family or friend
I felt
I could find a purpose that came from within
I felt
Something
That changed everything
Because it’s been so long
Since I felt
Anything
At all
 Nov 2015 SJ
Noah Stowe
Empty Love
 Nov 2015 SJ
Noah Stowe
Writing down my thoughts
On the crisp white paper
Nothing seems to explain
My love for you
better than a blank page.
 Nov 2015 SJ
George Krokos
There are seven steps in the garden of life
which rise up to a higher ground
and anyone who makes it to that level
will experience things profound.
Each step is related to an inner plane
and is not what it seems to be;
being instead of higher consciousness
we can all reach and live more free.
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Written in 2014 and goes with a graphic art piece posted elsewhere on the internet.
 Nov 2015 SJ
Warren Rogers
You've searched all your world, your reality too.
You've searched deep inside, your soul you've searched through.
So many a night, the days stretching on.....
Searching for peace, belonging to you.

You know that it's yours, you demand it be there
Yet instead of its presence, you find only despair
So many a night, days still stretching on,
You think maybe easier, if you just didn't care.

So how do you find this peace that you seek?
How long will you last, feeling so weak?
What must you do? and where do you start?
How to find courage, with a broken heart?

well...you take a step.  only one is required
every step holds great power, even if uninspired

Begin at the bottom, build it from there
love as your guide, now you're able to care
Care for all creatures, no matter how small
Even for those, who've caused you to fall.

To care is essential, allowing kindness it's start
respect is your armor,  protecting your heart
trust is the key, which opens the door
love now evolving,  get ready for more

stay true to yourself,
and in all remain fair
Peace can now find you,
forever to share.
final edit
 Nov 2015 SJ
Brent Kincaid
How do you sleep at night?
Why aren’t you ashamed
After all your ***** tricks
And you lying cheating games?
Something is wrong with you
That you have no remorse.
Sin and crime call out to you
And you respond “Of course!”

Were you that kind of kid
That cheated playing of cards?
Did you find not copying
From other students hard?
And presents wrapped at holidays
Did you always have to peek?
Do shortcuts to being rich
Describe the path you seek?

Does the end always end
By justifying means?
Do you steal if and when
The act is never seen?
Is there nothing wrong
With living a life of lies?
Does the drive to win
Let you ***** the other guys?

Is there no basis inside
That thing you call your soul
That could be called decency
That governs your goals?
Or are you that kind of thing
Our parents warned us of;
A creature devoid of kindness
Compassion, and love?
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