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wolf Mar 2015
She laughed,
'I'm not the kind of woman you marry and make love to with flowers on the bed, I'm the kind of woman you cheat on your wife with and **** the life out of with my wrists tied to the bed.'
Dat Boi Mar 2015
You can take what I have
You can hurt me into nothingness
You can speak about me in that foul way

Use me, berate me
There's no one to inflate me
You can grab my hand
And tell me you hate me

That I'm unworthy
That I should be dead
That my birth was a mistake
That I should go to church and pray
That I'll die today

But let me tell you something
You are a piece of dirt
Would I stoop to your level?
To get trod upon?

I think not.

But you will never be better than me
You will always be the filthy person who,
Untrue to their words,
Will never be something great

I will rule a nation
I will organize a society
I will be recognized.

You, however, will be the beggar on the ground
Begging for scraps
Your wild hair specked with mud,
Your hands covered in dirt.

You will remember when you treated me like I was the dirt beneath
Your expensive shoe-clad feet
When you thought you had me beat
You thought your insults were sharp spears
Ready to impale me,
To **** me.

You will look at yourself
A ***** person with puffy, ****** lips
Tattered rags that hang on your body and show what is under them
You will cry,
And it will be a bath.

You can tell me I'm not good enough
You can tell me I'm a spawn of some horrible creature
You can tell me what you want.

But there will come a time
When you look at yourself.
I just wrote this 'cause I was feeling vengeful, but this is also for people who have had sky-high horses that I have met. It can also be interpreted other ways, but I'll leave that to you.
Mike lowe Mar 2015
Lets go out and play. Everybody is looking for lust or love. Everyone is looking for something.
A one night stand happens too often. A couple of drinks, and the mood is set.
Small talk is played but we all know, tonight, someone is getting laid. Hours pass, giggling, laughing.. Then the kiss....
Clothes are hitting the floor faster than the rain was hitting the ground outside. Pushing each other into anything that will hold the weight.  Laughing and kissing as we slam our way to the bed.
Licking and biting, teasing and fighting. Up and down her head moves as she tries to gasp for air but instead pushes deeper down her throat.
She treats me as if she is the lion and i am the prey. She crawls up my body till our faces meet. She grabs ahold as if it was going to run away, and inch by inch she can feel it opening her up.
Gripping and dripping. She screams as her body shakes. "MORE" she yells "OH MY GOD YES!" Making me into her god at that moment.
We roll over satisfied, at least one of us. As i think to myself, it will be the same thing in the morning.
She will grab her clothes and tell me to call her later. With only us two knowing the secrets we made that night.
I will say yes but never talk to her again. There will be another one soon, im sure. The experience will probably be the same, or maybe next time i will leave in the morning asking her to call me.
That's the reality of a one night stand. It only last one night, the next morning you're standing alone asking yourself why you do it.
Open your mouth wide,
Feel it in your hand.
Put it in your mouth,
And try to close your mouth.

Don't Bite, Don't spit!
Make sure the liquid is in your mouth for a while before you swallow.

Notice it slide down,
down your throat,
And feel better now that it's over.

That's the proper way to take pills!
Think Apr 2014
I came here tonight to confess my emotion to you. I lay down with filthy sheets were the stench and perfume of others had been. Your bitter saliva burns my tongue . The Acid pain brings a remedy that last a day . Scratch marks on my back are just a reminder what I can't have. You look for lust and I look for love n this drunken night. I'll just be another aroma on the bed of lies

- thoughts of Rosendo Dominguez
M Feb 2015
The human mind is a filthier place than the bottom of your shoe.
Roxxanna Kurtz Feb 2015
You;
you prey on pretty things.
Damaging innocent bows
and precious curls.
Dainty,
delicate,
*****.
You;
you ruin her.
Leal Knowone Jan 2015
My little wicked baby
your *** magic is too high
I can't help but want to be in you
when I look into your eyes

my *** demon lady
making my dreams multiply
I can't stop thinking of you
and when I'll slip inside

scared her mind is a maze,
she tries to hide here ***** ways.
but she loves to play
master and slave

a vicious vixion maybe
your *** magic is too high
I can't help but want to be in you
when I look into your eyes
Johhny & The Rooks
ABadPenname Jan 2015
I dont want simple;
Feed me yourself in silver spoonfuls.
I want simple,

Lie to me,
and tell me
I am not an Animal.

   I am an analyst-dissecting details.

4Am fresh snowfall
I will remain capable!
Make first new footprints,

in a circle...
  Till I reach the middle.

I will remain incapable of
Tying my shoes.

   I am a participant in social warfare.

Looking forward:
Possible encounters &
Spring Rain.
Fantasizing both in measure.  

All I am to you is what you see, and
What you hear,
smell,
  touch,
    taste.

All you are to me so far
Is what I see, and what I hear;
So i am looking very hard,
   And I am listening very closely.

I want logic,
Tasting honey when I ******.
I want harsh confusion,
Complete absence of logic in it's essence.
Kissing a part of you that potties.

Now,
I can remain content in chasing my tail; I sleep balled up on top of the ocean, my clothes and fur strewn;

   Chewing paws in strange positions.

I want contradiction, an
Assurance of the Devil & a
Total disregard for ghosts.

Constructive chaos:
   Dress like ghosts on Acid and
Wear rollerblades.

I want my resumé to read:
>works well with others,
>great fighter, &
>An outstanding Lay.

I want to leave behind dreams,
I want to rent a room in your
dream bed&breakfast;,
Sometimes sharing yours, but always paying rent on time for mine.

Sometimes
swinging an axe against a rough stump,
Craving lemonade and
Spring Rain.

Part of me wants to grow old and
Mad, and sit by rivers; I could smoke ****** from a wizard pipe for my
Sore joints.

( I am alright with the possible outcome of Alone. )

[ I would rip my hair out,
Glue it to my body, & become
A boy in wolf's clothing. ]

I want creative destruction,
Mayhem,
borderline Mind ****.
Learning to pick the banjo half-decently.

   That Deliverance tune.

And walk around ski towns
   Scaring the **** out of some tourists
And other antagonists.
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