Jack Jenkins Oct 9

A gorgeous gal - her name was Bella
She slept around with many fellas
Until at last, she caught herpes
Now no sex life before she's thirty
That poor gal, her name was Bella

I think I've read too much of Temporal Fugue's poetry. LOL
Dovey Oct 9

Approached by a man I don’t care for
But im feeling a little lonely…
I’m feeling kind of bored


I’ve become a nasty child
By blood and emotions the ‘clean’ me is defiled
Eating scraps of flesh one can hardly call a heart
Strangers’ sinew is what keeps me from falling apart

Bored and lonely, I flirt with and lead on those I care nothing for. A nasty girl indeed.
ambient Oct 8

being in the
perpetual company
of a dirty mind
is hard
when all you want
is to peel back the
flesh, saw open
the top of that
ivory cranium,
bring that thing
garnished in
sanguine gloop
out and into the shower
with you
to give it a good rub
with the suds.
although, the fact is
that it is an impossiblity.

shame really...:
it would probably make
others happy,
but it would most definitely
make the mother
happy.

10-8-17, 22:17
sophia sacal Oct 8

You were the delicious taste of sin,
Resting softly upon my tongue,
My dirty lips savoring the profanity of you.

I swallowed you in one drink, finally
Erasing all that once pervaded my mind,
Blissfully clearing my conscience of all your evil.

I made myself be the proud sinner,
Conscious and rebellious
Against the god that made us.

Not you, honey.

my whole life
I've only ever been
someone's bad habit. 

like stealing drags
behind the library,
or biting broken nails
numb,
I became their drug in choosing.

pretty lips,
and a dirty secret;
a harrowing existence,
meets feverish addiction.

their idea of killing time
was killing me
and this is what I called love.

I guess I have a thing
for
       homicide.

-k.m.

Dovey Sep 22

Hey, tell me, if I keep washing my hands
If I scrub enough
Will I be clean?
Or shall I forever remain dirty?


I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m truly nasty
It’s called a friendship
And friends do not kiss

So what is the reason
I want you to ‘like’ me
And how come they all make me jealous?


I’m wrong. I’m confusing this for friends, I’m sure
So why is it that hugging you feels nice?
But hugging and touching and kissing’s nasty
And if I were to touch you’d be infected!
… by this ‘like’

I’m a disease I’m a disease
Somebody wash it out
I know I’m not truly wrong, but I feel some doubt

Growing up in a homophobic household is difficult. I know deep down I'm not really doing anything wrong by liking someone, but in the back of my mind I have this nagging guilt.

On the bright side, I'm in 'like' so :P
Samantha Sep 19

Do you wanna make love?
Do you wanna make me?
Or do you wanna make both?
Do you want to love me emotionally?
Do you want to sing happy songs to my dark parts?
Do you want to kiss me long and lazy?
Do you want to take my burdens with every blanket you wrap me up in?
Do you want to play with me in front of the open window because we're shameless?
Do you want to tell me stories to soothe my soul?
Do you want to fuck me while the rain comes down all around us?
Tell me, do you?

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