#masochism poems on Hello Poetry

Jasper Sep 19

******* you to hell.
You smolder inside my chest
Crying like an abandoned puppy,
Even my blood wants to get away from you.
You claim everything's yours, yours
To feel for, like a blind man, stumbling,
You are an emotional wreck. You
Brazen bull, I never cease to hear
The screams of agony that you burn.
It's so bad I could even smell the crisp
Of human flesh. It empties me of all hunger.
The air burns wherever I let it, but that
Always beats your burn, that is like the iron
At the center of the Earth. I hate you.
You burn. You burn my love notes,
My apologies, you burn my hatred,
My love, my time. You burn my dreams.
You are their crematorium. And I hate you
For forcing me around you
No matter how much I want you out.
I hate you,
And I hate you even more
For making me forget why,
My rumination seeping out
Replaced by "Fine.
Let's see how you do on your own."

Hearts kinda **** sometimes don't they?

#heartache #sadness #grief #suffering #masochism #hatred #anger #torment #pain #paradox

Jasper Sep 15

abusive

You, you can save me,
I'm sorry for being bad.
I'll get on my knees,
On the floor for you.
I'll leave my red lipstick
Wherever you walk.

Cradling you, rubbing you,
I know you want to tear it
Off of me, this lingerie,
This skin-******* lingerie.
I know you want to see
What hides beneath?
You want to make me blush,
You want to see what hides
In my heart.
It's all yours.
Take it off,
Listen to that click,
Rub it against me don't think about it do it!
Such a sweet tongue - you're already making my red velvet
Melt. I'm streaming down you, can't you feel
The undulations?
This valentines,
Let yourself be washed clean
Of every icy sin.
Bask in my warmth,
The only warmth you get,
And then we can lay in bed
And go to sleep together
And we can shower together,
And we can be together,
And marry together,
Till death do us part.

This is sort of about self-harm, basically, but I'm not sure how obvious/subtle I am with that. Thoughts?

#selfharm #selfhate #masochism #relationships #depression #mentalillness #mentalhealth #****

Ayisha R Nov 2020

Bubblegum.

I am a bubblegum
that has lost its taste.
I came in pinkish-turquoise
irresistibly innocent packaging.

I was unwrapped by you.
Chewed up by the muscles in your mouth.
Savoured by your taste buds.

Once.

I was sweet.
Sometimes too sweet,
and sugary-high
for your impulsive liking.

Popsicles.
Apple pops.

Now I am a pale-pink
-coloured bubblegum.
I am a bubblegum
that has lost its taste.

I am the bubblegum
that you stick underneath your desk.
The bubblegum that you
frequently-accidentally,
or coincidentally,
brushed your bare knees upon.

I am the bubblegum
that is hidden,
and hardened.

How I wished
you would just spit me
onto the ground.

Let them walk upon me.

How I wished
you would just spit me
onto the crumpled worn-out wrapper.

Wrap me,
and throw me
into the ******* bin.

Let them recycle me.

But instead,
you keep me glued
underneath your desk,
along with other bubblegum
that have lost their tastes.

Hidden.
Hardened.

Sometimes,
you miss my taste.

Just like how I miss
your gliding tongue
—against me.

Hardened.
Hidden.

Somebody,
scrap me.

🍬

#masochism

Frank Cavalo Nov 2024

Crack Me!

~Shatter me, Humpty! Into Faberge~
Paint — the cracks, laden:
Urushi, gold leaf, lame.

~Drape me, King! In novel robes~
Hide thine – from naked eye
Of unsightly misanthropes.

~Devour me, Men! Unbecoming~
Break thy yolk and stir it, runny –
Scramble over my gutting!

~ tilde is used to indicate italics as I do not comprehend yet how to edit them in

#fable #scar #masochism

LostinJapan Aug 2022

I live it 24/7

It's easy to select when you write a Fet profile
But a little more involved to explain
I live it 24/7 means that I can't escape
I live it 24/7 means it's a part of me
And I can't run from the things that hurt or give release

I don't do scenes
I don't have "play" partners
I don't seek out pain
I don't start unhealthy relationships
I don't even want to feel the ways I feel

But when you hurt me, I feel it
When you reject me, I feel it
When you accuse me, I feel it
When you mock me, I feel it
When you hate me, I feel it

I can hate your power over me
I can hate your abuse
I can hate your derision
I can hate myself
But I can't stop the delicious feeling of abject misery

#emotionalmasochism #masochism #kink

LostinJapan Jul 2022

Limerence

If suffering is happiness
and tears are love
I am devotion itself
break me
I’ll pen thank you notes in blood

#**** #masochism #emotionalmasochism #pain #suffering #limerence #love #devotion

WickedHope Sep 2021

Snapped And Rotted Friendship Bracelets I Tried To Bury When I Was Six Grow Moldy Under The Porch

If I was any more of a *******
I'd dare you to hold the knife closer
Feeling you press hard against me
Making me wet
In crimson threads
Staining my neck

Why can't I just being ******* normal.
Why can't you stop being a massive ****.

#blood #pain #hate #masochism

Isaac Spencer Jun 2021

Note Intentions

I like to-
Poison my tea
To remember to breath
Shallow as the sun
Setting under the sea

I like to-
Put my hand to the fire
Just to beg for the cold
If I ever grow tired
I'll still be a fool

I like to-
Step barefoot through glass
Just to feel the blood flow
If it heals for a while
I'll make trails in the snow

I like to-
Cut deep,
Dig for the bone
If I find it and pull
Will I feel alone

I like to-
Drag it out,
Suffer real sweet
Its a sickness inside
And it runs so deep

I like to-
Hold my breath,
A belt on my throat
I tied it so tight
So i left you this note

#suicide #pain #masochism #tired #dark #sad #depression

Static Heartbeats May 2021

Feral as a Beast

Calm is the storm when you’re away
Dreaming I’m sure of what I’m thinking,
And what desires I crave.
There’s a creature lurking behind the treeline
Of the distant forest, and a part of me
Yearns to adventure there
To see what ways it’ll have me.

A cage unlocked by undone straps,
Button, zipper, and tied laces,
And torn clothes from impulsive thirst
For more skin to be shown,
I know you crave it.

The bark will make its mark
As torn skin likewise will against it,
Follow me to the treeline,
Where none but the feral dare go,
To have their way
As the domesticated
Run for suburbia.

There’s nothing to fear
If your beast fights as mine,
For where’s the fun in vanilla,
When red is such a pretty color,
You don’t need to be careful with me,
Show me what you’re made of.

Tonight, let’s be the new urban legend,
And dismiss the thoughts of making it out alive
Or letting the sunrise save us from our fate.

32 lines, 237 days left.

#unusannus #beast #feral #*** #masochism