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polyratic Nov 2017
The crucifix eyes
all in sight
leave my side
in hellfire, you'll lie

  Bubbling tissue
  filled the sink
  warm and ready
  for the ****** to drink

Quiet my child
he created my snake
the only sin you make
are the sounds that escape

  Will I sin
  or will I survive
  this strife
  with a soulless life

Abandon your culture
you have the book
ignore the past
keep on your boots

  The time is near
Your redemption is there
  I swallow the fear
you won't tear
  Any God I had is not here
Fear not my child, father will save you
  Fear not Father, I’ll save myself

  When god is the killer
  And man his own saint
  How can you judge my reaction
  To this blood in my sink
This is not a personal story, just a scenario on my mind.
chloe fleming Nov 2017
love me
or leave me,
but i’m praying
that you need me.
i could love you, if you
want me too.
chloe fleming Nov 2017
i want to write something people can resonate with.
for most of my life, i spent hours in book that i cried with or laughed to.
but now it is my turn.
i want to write for the ones with swollen hearts that are full of love,
i want to write something for the kids who were never enough,
for those spend hours sitting in the shower because the water frowns out the sounds of their tears,
i want to write something for the ones who have spent nights upon nights dreaming of ways to leave this world,
i want to write something for those finding bliss in baggies and hope in a pill
for the children who have found companionship in literary hero’s,
for the ones who twist words and rhymes,
the ones who for countless hours have manipulated vowel sounds and consonant endings.
i want to write for the ones who still believe in the magic of pixie dust,
for the ones who’s pixie dust only lives in hard bound books and in aisles of forgotten book stores.
i want to write something for those who appreciate the weird and find comfort in the uncommon.
i want to write for those fighting every day for that loaf of bread in the grocery store.
i want to write something people can resonate with.
because i’ve been there
so here it is,
here’s to you.
chloe fleming Nov 2017
i’ve felt more at home
cradled inside words
and rocked to sleep by stanzas
then ever being in your bed
i’ve felt growth most
when i’m speaking in tongue
and writing rhythms,
then ever talking to you
you planted my soil
then let me choke on it,
while you ****** the life from it.
i’m growing flowers and life inside
of this body,
i am reclaiming
the revelation
that has started it all
i am washing my art down my body
feeding myself with the love and passion
you never showed me
in this moment i am growing
and my art is ever flowing
Poetic T Nov 2017
My mother told me the other day
                             she had ****!!
And that she couldn't walk straight.

"I'm a cow girl,

She giggled as she told me this!!
I'm an adult, but hearing it off
your mother is quite a little bit of
                                                    cringe.

"Ok a lot of cringe worthy glances"

She laughed as she walked off asking
if we had a soft pillow..

        *"I was never using that pillow again..
what is fiction and truth???
Cné Nov 2017
You approach me
i feel that look of
Justice in Your eyes
though blind by Your tie
around my sullen eyes
i’m tethered to the bed
splay for Your display
“i’ve been naughty, i know,”
i say, lowering my head
and though You know
how sensitive i am
i must be taught firmly
i feel Your grasp
around my throat
i shiver at Your touch
of glowing hands
scalding hot
You release
moving slowly
down my curves
i feel every hesitation
with pain and pleasure
anticipation
my moans just a whisper
as Your fingers
twist my *******
lingering for a moment
before Your wet lips
kiss my stinging nip
i feel my wetness
in an instant
i wonder at Your pleasure
You pour hot oil
upon my tender flesh
i cringe, at first
and then melt
‘neath Your caress
pain and pleasure
“time to turn you over
naughty girl”

flip and belly flop
arms stretched high and wide
ankles spread secure
to the corners below
Your tongue a whisper
a wondrous tone
a trace at the crevices
down below
i feel Your tenderness
though i know
where this will go
Your hand dipped
in the caldron
of my *******
i sense your hand
raise to the heavens
i am stubborn
a lesson to learn
i refuse to brace
feeling the full
wake embedded
on my cheek
imprinting Your sting
so i don’t forget
forever seared ...
as I awake from a dream,
sweaty and breathless, wet
a fantasy so vivid
I couldn't close my eyes
without hearing his voice
It frightened me,
enraptured,
obsessed with a world
I had only glimpsed
in my dreams
Submissission just for fun and pleasure.
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