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witchy woman May 2020
romantic


love




never



works


for me.




because



I'm not even sure,




I know




what



that




kind




of



love




is.
Sheila Greene May 2020
see crazy
in my eyes
on my skin
your blood
I wallow in.

hot body
rubbing mine so close
whispers come
crawling
"Don't touch."

our heat mingled
glistening dew
rolls
licked
intoxicating fever
consumes.

dripping lips
loves first kiss
or the last
swallowing in.

a womb
giving and taking away
wet
ready for the ****

© sd greene  8/14/17
I have lots of crazy in my eyes.  It stems from the desire to be consumed and the madness from within when you can not obtain it.
EmperorOfMine May 2020
I've been thinking about you
Casually conversating about to-dos
Flashing images serenading me
You're a friend I wish I could see
But you only sing in my head
Out in the world, I'm never said
So I ponder alone, in a drugged-out dread
Laughing in a corner with my only friend
As the world falls over, and so does my bed
I'm in my head with my only begotten friend.
Ashlyn Yoshida May 2020
You know the world is crazy
Is painful
Is cruel
When you hear
that a five year old's prayer to God
was to die.
she deserved better
abi May 2020
when we were together
you said we'd be forever

you said that forever
you would be my lover

and it's crazy that my newest pleasure
is you saying we would be forever
Vera City May 2020
How they ridicule Jim,
The neighbourhood loner:
"wears a tinfoil hat" and
"turns his wifi off at night"

They all brand him a kook:
"well, you know he's a stoner,
funny coincidence though,
his forecasts have proved right!"
Zack Ripley May 2020
sitting in the dark but not feeling alone.
just trying to hide from the crazy the world has shown.
might come back to this someday.
OJ Apr 2020
May trigger those with mental issues

I cut myself occasionally
It keeps me calm
And though it stings a little after
It has become less and less necessary

I did it again today, one small cut is enough to satisfy me for weeks
I'm not crazy
I'm not crazy
It feels good

It doesn't bleed as much as it use to
And that's good for my health
But the blood is so pretty
So crimson and thick

I'm not crazy
I'm not crazy
I'm not crazy
I'm not crazy
I'm not crazy
Preston Reid Apr 2020
The more I think In This head of mine
The more I think of past times in the wind like wind chimes as I pick from my favorites of those memories in my mind the more I see they will never be just mine
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