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Sydney Cooper Dec 2014
Thinking is a funny thing
We never seem to stop
Even in our deepest sleeps
Our mind is full of thoughts
How's it that you hear
Teardrops rolling down my cheeks
But not when I scream?
Glassy eyes scream louder than raw lungs
  Dec 2014 Sydney Cooper
Just Melz
Here I am, just me
Crawling on my knees
Begging
Pleading
Teasing
Licking my lips
Can you see how badly I want you?
Can you tell my ******* are leaking through?
Do you want this as badly as I do?
Writhing
Panting
Salivating
Just a little taste of you, that's all I need
I'm on my knees, begging you, please
Just give it all to me
I wanna feel you inside me
Mouth
*******
Thighs
All of my orifices
Every inch of me, belongs to you
You own me, Do whatever you want to
Cause I promise, I want it too
Harder
Tighter
Passionately
Just give me everything
You can have all of me
I just need you badly
I'm burning for you
Sweetly
Erotically
Frantically
Please Baby
Just **** Me already
  Dec 2014 Sydney Cooper
Devon Webb
I want you to
pick something.
It can be anything:
integrity,
last Thursday,
your grandmother's
socks.
I don't care what it is
but I want you to
pick that something
out of all the
other somethings
and I want you to
believe in it,
I want you to
scrunch your eyes
up tight and
slow your breathing and
put all your energy
into that singular
belief.
And while you are
busy believing in that
something
I will believe
in you.
Sydney Cooper Dec 2014
If sleep is for the weak...
Then why am I the one with dark circles and slow thoughts
That creep inside my head as the sun starts to stop

If sleep is for the weak..
Then why do I feel so afraid
To take a pill for sleepless nights
That my mind will fight and fight
Insomniadic thoughts
Sydney Cooper Dec 2014
The dolly on the mantle was placed there by my mother
Every time I touched the thing I received another
I don't think she realized I only want to play
But to her the dolly surely had to stay
One morning I noticed the dolly was simply gone
And I rushed to see my mother hitting someone
But instead I saw the dolly lying on the road
Next to my mother who never returned to our humble abode
  Dec 2014 Sydney Cooper
Tyler Durden
I'm
Just
A
Hobby
You
Grew
Tired
Of.
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