-JCM- 1d
When you do the things that you do
Say the things that you say
It’s like clipping my wings
And asking me to fly
But in my plight
I’ll oblige

-JCM-
Nathan A Jul 4
In a time where I feel pain
Time slows still
I'm breaking

Minds grown numb and ache again
Time slows still
I'm breaking

Unrequited love, what a shame
Time slows still
I'm breaking

You fell for that guy who I disdain
Times ran out
I'm broken
Zaft Jul 3
Distance is a fragile measurement of loyalty and disloyalty is interestingly enough to proved we made the wrong measure.
Sandoval Jul 2
Men don't look at me with passion and love.
They look at me with lust and doubtful eyes,
because of my round hips, and small shoulders,
that I inherited from my mother,
and her mother before that.
Fourteen years old, i'm no longer just a skinny girl.
And growing up all I've ever heard,
is I'm blessed to have this body, to have this face.
As if that's the only thing I've got to chase.
As if that's the only thing I've got going for me;
so I was taught that beauty is the only thing I've got.  
27 years old, my family wonders why
I've got no boyfriend,
no husband, no family of my own,
when all my sisters, when all my cousins are all married
and i'm still alone. 27 years old, i'm crying in my room.
Men always seek a pretty face but never a soul,
that's what I tell them, after being repeatedly
asked why i'm always alone.
And I refuse to give up my body,
to give up my touch, to anybody that's more attracted
to my face than my
whats inside my head.
I'm more than just an over sexualized body, I'm more
than just a pair of big eyes and a pretty face.
I'm a hard working woman, who's gained consciousness
through her soul. I'm a late night on a roof top looking at
the stars and writing about the moon.
I'm a long conversation about the universe,
sipping wine underneath a black sky.  I'm all my broken
hearts and all my wishful dreams.
I'm a woman with a heart and soul like no other. I'm
everything and I'm nothing at all, but please never just
lust and fire.


*Sandoval
To my family,  I love you all but please LET.ME.BREATHE..
RBWhite Jul 1
A woman of truth and commitment,
She would never trust a demon,
Usually she sleeps with company,
But Hell itself drags her right down her mind,
So deep that she can't feel anything,
Soon she's bare,
And a demon,Oh she desires,
The heat runs through her lungs,
Sunshine breaks above her head,
And angels sing of love and truth,
Wouldn't it be good,
If she was God's woman still,
In love with Trust,
Eternal to Loyalty,
When children sleep,
And company is alone,
She clings to the memories of the Demon,
Crying from hunger,
No longer satified with pain,
Sleep becames a forgotten promise,
And then she falls again,
What she sees explodes in her life,
A cosmic lover made of sun's flesh,
A dark child with the same hunger as hers,
She becomes The Empress of Doom,
Proudly resting in the Demon's Lair.
Benji James Jun 30
Girl, I need one hundred percent
I'm not gonna be second best
Girl, I need one hundred percent
Don't wanna be the broken hearted again
Girl, can you give me one hundred percent?
Or do we need this right here to end
One hundred percent
I need it
I need one hundred percent
I need one hundred percent

Girl, I won't let you
Just become words on a page
Something I express when I hit the stage
I'm done with breakup songs
Been writing them far too long
I need a girl who's gonna give there all
I need a girl
in which I can place my trust
Know they'll protect this tender heart
No more looking for love in the wrong places
No more being trapped in friend zone spaces

Girl, I need one hundred percent
I'm not gonna be second best
Girl, I need one hundred percent
Don't wanna be the broken hearted again
Girl, can you give me one hundred percent?
Or do we need this right here to end
One hundred percent
I need it
I need one hundred percent
I need one hundred percent

Tell me if we need to break it off
Tell me am I wasting my time
Are all these just throwaway lines
Are you lying behind those bright eyes
Am I suspecting something
Or is this tingling feeling nothing
Can't see between the lines
To read the signs
Tell me I just need to know cuz

Girl, I need one hundred percent
I'm not gonna be second best
Girl, I need one hundred percent
Don't wanna be the broken hearted again
Girl, can you give me one hundred percent?
Or do we need this right here to end
One hundred percent
I need it
I need one hundred percent
I need one hundred percent

Somethings stirring inside
Why doesn't this feel right
I have a sickening feeling
Something feels off
Something aches inside my brain
Is my intuition latching onto something
I couldn't see
Is there a hidden message
On your lips
(Didn't read it)
Didn't see it
Come on baby
Make me believe it
I need to know cuz
I gotta feeling we aren't okay
And you know what they say

Girl, I need one hundred percent
I'm not gonna be second best
Girl, I need one hundred percent
Don't wanna be the broken hearted again
Girl, can you give me one hundred percent?
Or do we need this right here to end
One hundred percent
I need it
I need one hundred percent
I need one hundred percent

©2018 Written By Benji James
Jazmine M Jun 22
It is you.
My end and my beginning.
Always has been and always will be.
You all over.
Inside and out.
Every inch of you
Wouldn't change your flaws.
I want you,
and all that you come with.
That's all i know.
None of your imperfections matter to me.
I will love every broken piece of you.
As long as i get you.
It just has to be you.
Not from personal experience but how i gather it is from those lives around me that feel this way towards someone.
Sylph Jun 13
to him,
she was his escape,
his ever present lighthouse.

as shadows creeped up his vision,
he would go to her
seeking temporary paradise
in an unforgiving world
that would pass judgement
on those that failed
to meet their quota

it calmed him.

to be able
to completely surrender himself
to someone so pleasurably cruel

each whip lash,
each biting scar,
each punishing slap,
each delicious sting from candle wax,
his neck wrapped in a collar
his skin marred by abuse
yet he couldn't help but ask
for more
more
more
he would beg
and she would give it to him.

he let himself drift away
until nothing more
than welcomed thoughts of her
invaded his once clustered mind
he would do anything for her.
only for her.

that was his duty
as her loyal pet

to her,
no words needed
                   to be said
he was nothing more
  than an animal
       trained to
             satisfy her
                         in bed.

that's how its always been
with her partners being
lustful creatures
forever seeking an outlet
for their suppressed desires

but she couldn't help
but think that this one
this insignificant little pet
would be the one
to stay by her side

then again,
that's what she thought
about everyone else before him
but she'd gladly wait
and see if
this one was any different

the least she could do
would be to enjoy herself
and savor the moment
of being able to call
this pathetically beautiful beast
as her own.
hmm...not sure how I feel about this one. might rewrite next time, or might not. Who knows~ I might make this into a short story tbh
Challenge from Yan F~
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