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hannah 1d
i just want to be held, not touched;
to feel safe your arms,
to feel safe your presence—
is that too much to ask for?
i don’t want my body
to be your favorite toy anymore.

i just want to be loved, not desired;
to wake up to soft smiles,
to have your eyes to reflect your adoration for me—
is that too much to ask for?
what if i told you
i didn’t want you to undress every part of me
at every single glance at me?

i just want to be cherished, not owned;
to hear your voice telling me about how proud you are of me,
to be able to run into your arms after i win a game of uno—
is that too much to ask for?
can’t i be something else
other than a mere object
to fulfill your own selfish desires?

i just want to be heard, not shushed;
to lay on your lap as i cry,
to sob into your chest until i fall asleep—
is that too much to ask for?
i’m already shattered enough
to pray every single night
that i won’t wake up the next morning.
why do you still
have to give me
those cold, harsh commands?

maybe one day (i don’t care if it takes forever or even more),
you’ll truly love me,
even if it only lasts for so long.
all i know is that
no matter what happens,
i will always
be waiting for you
to truly love me.
Did I give you the list to play me?
Do you really want me?
Am I the problem?
Am I forcing something?
Am I too forward?
Do you need me?
I want you
I need you
Did I give you the form to play me?
Do you care?
Is it lust?
Is it trust?
Is it me?
What could this be?
Destiny wrapped up in chaos?
Chaos as destiny?
sage 7d
As it calls for my name
I decline the opportunity.
Thoughts filled with hesitation
Feelings of guilt weigh heavy with temptation,

What am I to do when I crave attention
My body could only hold out for so long…

It calls for my name,
But I decline the opportunity
Thoughts filled with possibility
But guilt weighs heavier than any boulder
With feelings.

The weight of it all has me hunched over
The burning sensation of body heat under the scorching sun
Recreates the fire of Notre-Dame.

As it calls for my name, for one final time
I finally accept the opportunity
As the burning flames unfortunately take over
And I succumb to the fire.
Dora Sep 23
You awaken something ungodly within me 
As Dracula would’ve in Van Helsing
I believe.
If Van Helsing had had 

A young woman’s heart.
Hand traces - combing through her hair
Pull closer - leaning in - for the leftover - body
And sleeve is bloodied - "It ain't me"
A pressing on the chest - "He's overdosing"
Fragrant delight - of given vision
Spreading legs - "Let's toss him into bath"
The flow corrupts eyesight and hearing
No echo - dark - she locks and crosses feet
A tracing up her neck - invites hip linger
Sensations thirst - "Just take me" - kissing lips
And vibrant touch of skin - a thrill
Sinks sound - the desperate begging
"Suits you the least" - for being favoured
Hits syringe - light starts to flicker
"Take him by arms" - a splash
And eyelids heavy -
Her fingers digging into back
A jolt - each ******
Is moaned for harder - "Dead"
Convulsion - numbing self
And emptied reasons' dullness - strips
All vomitary hope -
An ache for clarity -
And fertile womb
For "being human" impregnation
Listen to the poem recitation:
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Taija Sep 10
when my love pours beyond
the rim of the glass,
i won’t cry over spilt milk.

what is longing if not a drop,
pressed at once with cloth in vain.

let it run down the table’s edge,
a river of devotion.

and if it stains the wood, so be it
for what is love
if it leaves no mark?

let it rest in the grain,
a memory not meant to vanish
but to remind me, i once overflowed.


n.h.
Liora Sep 9
skin to skin i lure you in,
rip you apart from limb to limb
in the deepest shadows

oh the almighty,
you don't know
i lurk behind every corner,
impatiently trying to watch,
your sight as always a catch
i thump and drag along
a bag to carry, for you to last

in dark fantasy i taste your flesh
your blood drips and drops,
but you stay fresh
i store pieces of your skin for later,
stirring your meat to neat batter

your bones do break
but your heart wont shatter
pure lust glides through my fingers,
touching up your moveless figure
i yearn in obsession, in dreams it lingers

in light you shimmer, brighter as ever
moonlights kiss caresses your body,
its getting thinner
your pulse fastens each push i make,
you will get better
fallen apart, i sew you back together,
pins and needles push through you like softest butter

pray, pray and cry, feed me your tears
show me more,
show me, show me.
in despair, i waited and caught you
wretched and ruined,
now you loathe me.

i tell you,
i’ll wear your teeth on a necklace,
your eyes will see salvation
for you are the prettiest you have ever been,
one last rest before i begin

how redeeming, as in death to still be not lost in darkness,
how fortunate to live inside me,
finally you found the meaning of life,
you have been searching, i know.
Renn Sep 7
there’s a million stars,
a million eyes,
but i would choose yours in every life,
i’d recognize them anywhere,
i’ll never forget them.
your eyes have changed though,
they’re not red everyday now,
not full of tears,
there’s a hint of happiness in them nowadays.
you used to get lost in mine haven’t you?
but you’ve found a new ones.
tell me,
do they look at you with lust?
do they only see your body?
because mine saw right through you,
they didn’t wanna see you naked,
they looked at you with love.
Eat, drink - and savour body
It burns - and freshly blushing
Of ankles, knees - the jutting crags
Eat, drink - get lost - in moaning
Of own thoughts - heads' fog
Is rooted deep in groin
Eat, drink - yell over famine
With belt and taunt
Draw tight the ego's thirst
For thinking - shame yourself
For narrative of truth - give up
And joyfully accept
The informational injection
Comparison, identifying, drama
"I believe!" - a dream forgotten
Neglected honour - recognizing game
Unheard is role - a viewer
Yet - to the wall of lies - another burst
"Why do you peel own skin away?!"
Waste life attire
Save in affliction - reason
When silence in the head
Shrieks - "Jump! Take step! Put hanging!"
Just watch - and call for an encore
Applaud - from stage - from audience
Out of theatre - "Louder! Louder!"
With tears - splutter
Listen to the poem recitation:
https://youtube.com/shorts/RIXC2Ot_O1M
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