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Desirous
Unfettered
Loose
Trollop
Exhibit­ing
Rampant
Elevated
Sexual
S**trains
© JLB
17/08/2014
01:40 BST
Adelina Marie Aug 2014
i can't deal with the pain inside my
******* up mind.

tortured within,
help is nonexistent for me.
every body uses me.. But i
rarely get the help i need.
every one is out to get me.

all of the thoughts ricochet and there is
no relief at all.
yelling for help inside my mind,
only to hear my own echo once again.
never has anyone come to my rescue.
endless chaos.

take me away from here…
hold me in your arms.
everyone is out to get me.
rescue me.
every one has left me.
Adelina Marie Aug 2014
forget me not; i wish my arms were
omnipresent to be there when you
reach for me.

waking in the night, needing a
hand to pull you out from the
endless emptiness and
numbness you feel.

yelling to receive a reply back is a rare
occurrence, but i promise you my
undying friendship and empathy.

fear not, my friend, for the
end is nowhere near; your
eternal soul deserves all the
love and care that can be given.

no, let your body rest; reality
occurs more smoothly with a mind
that has found solace in sleep.
halt your spinning thoughts and
i will calm the storms.
nothingness can be a curse.. But also a
godsend
b s Aug 2014
Brochures of tourist traps,

read aloud from the passenger seat, spoken in

ambivalence;

never closer to our

destination, but

only further away from

nowhere.
acrostic, prompt.
Sensually surrenders to me
Utter submission set free
Bonded to my will
Made to satisfy my thrill
In dominance I must live
Satisfaction she will give
Slave to my carnal desire
Innocent to my burning fire
Obey the punishment above
Naked for our darkest love
Copyright Chris Smith 2013
Rhiannon Grace Aug 2014
The days all fade into one another
Here in my mind, nothing changes
I'm not sure i can go on
Somewhere else everything's different

Maybe in another universe
I could be happy
Grey skies would've lifted
However,here in this place
The only feelings are dark

Beneath this skin
Everything has stopped

Thoughts of suicide plague my mind
How can i keep moving forward
Everything's already going backwards

Eventually i will fade into non-existence
Never being seen again
Death; the last to hold me.
if you haven't already realized, this is acrostic.
Woman born with a
Hope filled soul
Openly emotional and

Individually complex

Atypically childless yet,
M**other to man.
© JLB
21/07/2014
Naked minds clash together
Onwards and then forever
Bold poets with words to tell
Only rising high and then fell
Drawn faces with obsession
Yet they hide deep depression

So fighting to be understood
Pouring emotions as they should
Everyone with metaphors of pain
Crafting in tears of pouring rain
Inwards seeking out special meaning
As somewhere lost hope is gleaming
Let me tell you, you're special to me
Copyright Chris Smith 2014
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