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GODNYX Oct 2024
Degrading myself for entertainment bring's me joy
Talking down to myself bring's me pleasure
Which i never had with any women
My friend said women are something to mess with
I don't know if that's true
But my land lady, she is a beauty who came straight from heaven

I want to ravish her
I want to degrade her
To drag her by legs into my world
But that feels like a crime
I am a criminal
Punish me
I am a sinner
With a mind gone rouge
I cannot think straight i am sick with vulgarity
My hands feel empty Is that why she doesn't **** with me?
But can with my friend
Who is a dog walking around streets for food?

Maybe she muses animals
I know she has a loose ****
I should focus my mind somewhere more productive
Where i can do something
Where my mind can stop wandering in the day light
But the dawn light
Isn't that inviting criminals?
To ravish women like slaves
I am sorry. i don't know why wrote something like this but i feel like a dog. i shouldn't be alive. i am sorry if anyone felt offended
RustyHatchet Oct 2024
When she lied
It was my fault
When she cried
It was my fault
When I lied
It was my fault
When I cried
KarmaPolice Sep 2024
You took a sip of my pain,
And mocked your fellow man.
Take the whole bottle-
Let's see if your
Still standing

Man

By Darren Wall ©
Vincent Sep 2024
22
he once had a bright glow,
deeply cared for them all.
he had nothing to show,
no hope left in his soul.

his aching heart in vain,
his soul need be unchained,
six full years has it been,
since his heart has been grained?

a plethora of change,
he never stayed the same.
he was once filled with rage,
sees the sky dark as gray.

from overdose and ropes,
he tried to take his own.
wishing sky gave him stones,
wanting to end it all.

after years with a swift,
everything changed for him.
no more clues or some hint,
or false words from his lips.

six years ago for sure,
he would've felt afraid,
to love himself and pour,
some kindness to his soul.

and now the child is grown,
who knew he would be here?
standing proud in his own,
without having to fear.
neth jones Sep 2024
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our noses huffing   our eyes flirting out
             vetting the loose night air
a display of yearning   we did a grand deed

a mammal slain at our heart
   and we are the wrecking children  
we killed ourselves a deer
   ( no   small   thing )

flashlights propped in nooks                                                          
open the prey for dressing    we decorated a tree with the task
                                                  slings of intestinal tubing

open prey for dressing            
                 vocal prayer for the ****

praise the attributes that we ended            
                             the characteristics we assigned it
live meat in perish   organs   adding moist hot breath
                                                 to a waking cold night

after our butcher act                                                
after the parcels and beast are stowed                        
amongst the trees   we take off as phantoms in touch                
'to ourselves be sacrifice and yet return'   is somehow the plan

winds pick up                                            
                            and cold rain drives sideways
leaves of the bushes                              
                  flashing fish silver underbellies
a fleshing thrill combing the trees
an urgent spirited excitement

back at daybreak                                                        
                             we skin off our leather grip slippers
remove our party plate masks                                      
and  in the irrigated mourning grass          
              wipe our feet                               
wash away our tread and our threat
G Vermeulen Aug 2024
Pearlescent backdrop
Drapes on top
Silhouette of darkness
Edges showing their sharpness

In the middle of it all
A man’s head not that tall
Seated on a couch
Pretending like a slouch

Constant ponder
Waiting for a wonder
Seeing himself
As a book that’s forever on a shelf

And while he awaits
A change in states
The backdrop fades
Just a man in the shades
MetaVerse Aug 2024
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Hadrian Veska Aug 2024
I left behind a home
Though one in only name
I know not what I search for
But couldn’t stand it be the same
To be bound was to be free
In the confines of a cell
Yet to be free is to be bound
By no good that I can tell

In taking to the seas
I hoped for some great change
But found that all things blended
And only varied in their range
I had not found myself
Among the waves or great white coast
I thought a path had opened
But it vanished as a ghost
No one or thing could remedy
The hurt I fostered close
No one or thing could change it
But the one was wounded most

So here across the Farrow Sea
I pull a dagger from my heart
Here on distant shores I sit
A world and man apart
#heart #hurt #healing #journey #ocean #sea #adventure #man
MetaVerse Aug 2024
Tiptoe through tulips aching big a toe
That breaks for every bee and blade of grass.
Who knows the mower hates to hear the mow,
Nightmare of ugly noise that passes gas.
Dilly and dally me through dandy kittens
Roaring like lions loathe to take an oath.
The present age is hot with extra mittens.
Organic earth is hell and heaven both.
Inhale the floral undergrowth of germs
That scent the summer's ***** flowerbirds,
Albeit worms are slimy snotty squirms
Delicious raw with ketchup made from turds.
Zephyr a sweetwind, winter wind with ice,
Earth is a hell that's partly paradise.


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