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hannah Jan 19
Words don't explain
How ******* sad I am right now
Today was supposed to be good. Today was good, except for all the parts that weren't.
Cameron Banowsky Dec 2019
what a shame.
to issue baseless blame
while the purpose is practical,
the practice is lame.

even slowed down in pace:
even with such flagrant displays of grace...
do ends that justify means wipe the wrong from this place?
I'd rather watch them dig their own graves, but to what end does this serve the broader space?

**** it.
**** it, no, seriously.
How many years go by and the feeling remains empty?
Fill it please, by all ******* means.
To the one who can, gets to see the real me.
meh again
Mandi Wolfe Nov 2019
There once was a tiny bundle of cells that grew in my womb
without the assistance of fertility medications or ovulation testing
a surprise spontaneous occurrence of the first sparks of Life
a product of the kind of ******* that happens on a honeymoon
between newlyweds full of bliss, lust, and hope

My womb once thought uninhabitable to such an occurrence
boarded a plane home five days later
cradling this new truth-
The Honeymoon Baby

Weeks would pass before my womb would begin to betray its secret
3 days late- nothing
5 days late- nothing
8 days late- the little blue plus sign and a whisper from deep in me-
“You aren’t broken?”

For several hours my womb and I jealously guarded this knowledge
My new husband not known for his enthusiasm wouldn’t share in my joy
So I sat alone feeding my hungry heart on now debunked beliefs
“You AREN’T broken!”

Having gorged myself to the point of bursting on a meal years in the making
I looked with wet eyes to my then partner of more than half a decade
“we made a honeymoon baby; I’m not broken.”
No, he wouldn’t share my joy.

His eyes turned to windows in the days that would follow
They screamed their disgust into the wide open parts of me
as pointedly and with as much passion as his mouth could ever muster
It was then that I began to silently pray the baby away

My silence only increased his vitriol until with a blast he climaxed in his rage
and I felt the cold of the recently adorned wedding band against my neck
as the hands which had held mine so softly so often pinned me to the door
Finally my silent prayers gave way to a singular scream
“I ******* hate you and I hate your child inside of me!”

My womb cried to hear the prayer spoken
She cried so long and so loud that she began to bleed
She heaved and sobbed her rage into rivers of blood that wouldn’t stop for weeks
and earthquakes of cramps that would rock me to my core
The unstoppable current of tears and blood carried the translucent sac
that housed the had been Honeymoon Baby into the ***** porcelain bowl
The baby I prayed away that would never speak whispered up
“You are broken.”

The honeymoon was over.
I hadn’t hated him before that.
Six years later to the day we signed divorce papers.
scarlett Sep 2019
girlfriend girlfriend girlfriend
will you be my girlfriend
i know you have a **** but i want you to be my girlfriend
boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend
i wanna be your boyfriend
lay it down for me i want it i could be your boyfriend
i want to touch you
i want to love you
i really really really so bad really wanna *******
gender norms are so annoying
em Aug 2019
Quiero que me hagas mojar de tan solo verte
besame y hazme gemir
haz que me tiemblen las piernas de solo bajarme el pantalon
espatarrame y comeme
dejame sentir cada rincon de mi cuerpo
lame y muerdeme

abreme, instroducete
suave, rellename de ti
enseñame de lo que estas hecho
dame bien duro
azotame
gime en mi boca

dejame sentir
escribi esto mientras me masturbaba.. P.S sorry por no poner acentos estoy vaga y en una laptop.
Butterfly Jul 2019
Your laugh
Your jokes
Your hair
Your touch
Your eyes
Your my love
Love me human
Empire Jul 2019
I’d like to let this crazy out
At least some of it
Instead I let it simmer and boil
Scalding and steaming in my head
I want to escape
Let me run from it
I want to embrace it
Let it wash over me
But what I certainly do not desire
Is to fight it.

I’M
TIRED!!

I can’t fight every day
I’m weary
I want to be weak!

STOP TELLING ME TO BE STRONG!!
I DON’T WANT TO!!!!!!!

Yet, here I am
Fighting my crazy mind
Each and every day
And most especially
Every **** night
I have to keep fighting
All I want is surrender
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