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Renan Jan 23
My mind is a crystal-clear pond
All the dirt has settled at it’s depths

Because from lust and sin, I’ve run away
And oh so far I’ve tried to stay

But you’ve jumped in the pond
And stirred it’s waters

What was clear is now muddled
And lust is back, at full throttle
The idea behind this poem was:
Love is chaotic, and it takes away your peace.
His lust used to cut me deep,
Raw and rare with flesh inside.
Draining his soul all to seep,
Until hearts left broken, cried.
We used to be best of things,
Days met, happier ever.
The beauty of all life sings,
Making shared times so clever.
So what happens when we’re grazed,
Too entangled in our den?
Razor sharp as we are raised,
Lived to tell life as sin?
Never wanting to confess,
Our lust and love a mess.
Definitions of Dreams & Things XVI. Poem 7.
cash Jan 14
Take a hard look in the mirror before you go

Fix your hair, touch up your lips, is your eyeliner even?

Take a deep breath and remember that you’re here to put on a show

I’ll go with the long dress and boots, something that makes me feel my best

After all, lord knows how eager I am to pass this test

He told me to meet him at my least favorite bar

He’ll never know I hate it though, if we even get that far

I’ll bat my eyes and flip my hair

I can treat treat him better than all the other girls, unlike them, I actually care

I’ll even show him the way I can tie a knot with the stem of the cherry

Then maybe, just maybe, I’ll be the girl he wants to marry
Kalliope Jan 15
I was made of fabric
Hair like silk framing my face
Naive eyes looking every which way
And through rough palms
I was strung along
And changed into tattered lace

I was made of leather
Firm but flexible
Looking for pleasure
I thought I knew better,
Had found the right way
I had to learn it hurts just as bad
To bend but not break

I am made of steel
Solid and sturdy, I don't have to feel
I can keep myself safe
It's okay to be alone at the end of the day
I built myself up, I filled my own cracks
It haunts my heart to think of my reckless past
You turned me into glass
A kaleidoscope heart
On display for your art
And I don't know how to revert back
MsAmendable Jan 15
Taking all of my hunger
In the palm of my hand
I carry it with me
From the sea to the sand
.
I curl every finger
To a fist in my gut
Feeding it anger and
Sadness and glut
.
The more that I fed her
The more Hunger grew
Seeking and wanting
Far more than I knew
.
The bigger she got
The more her bite stung
Until all left of me
Was teeth, blood and tongue
.
And all that I ate
Turned right to dust
I desired no food
But wanted to lust
.
I wanted to crave
I sought to suffer
Because that state was easy
But living was rougher
Lilith Jan 9
You touched me
You filled me 
You stretched me



You go so deep when you read me

Even deeper when you hurt me

Deeper still when you want me



My body reminisces on the warmth of you

My hands memorized the feel of you

My mind is so full of you
Victor Oct 2022
Divine respiration.
Life giving exhalation.
A substance poured into my lungs.

Your breath enters.
Saturating my being.
Sobriety leaves me.
Hallucinations embrace me.

Twisting in sheets like a mad man.
Unable to contain myself.
Grandeur gazes down.
I am deranged.

Death approaches.
Feminine lips; radiating embers.
Leaving ashes in its wake.
By this, I am singed.
As Gehenna whispers my name.
Alicia Moore Jan 8
I love you
In a way that casts nothing but
Shadow and shame
On the way you love me.

I do not feel content
Within a gaze that only looks
At a face so pretty
And nothing beyond.
Arcassin B Dec 2024
By Arcassin B

Your melanin keeps me young and mines stimulate you.

Even though it's not the basis of our relationship,
Still need the sticky residue,
With you , explore the lows and the highs,
Want you to show me how you cry,
Wanna feel heaven just when we combine,

I want the honey , the birds , the bees , the grass,
The trees , chocolate cookies , I need them in my life,
I want ya' smile , ya' smell , ya'head , ya' toes,
You love it and it shows,
Maybe I want you as a wife.
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The Romantic Dec 2024
In another life
I would marry you
shortly after meeting
In this life
I'm wandering
re-learning how to live
"Just being happy"
with never seeing you again
There isn't a wand
to undo this heartbreak
the grisly taste left in your mouth
Death is bitter, yet
would have been better
than
this daily affliction
Peculiar and unfamiliar
feelings
of endless cold
spicy desires
never to be fulfilled
What a waste of feelings
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