Crush make you smile Obsession make you feel suffocated Crush are the attraction Obsession is the madness Crush may be for short period of time Obsession will remain forever until you may die Crush can motivate you for the one you are Obsession will suffocate you for the person are Crush has the power to motivate you And obsession has the power to take you in the worst state of life Crush will give you freedom Obsession will take your all freedom and will cage you in the emotions of possesiveness That's the difference of crush and obsession Crush will let you remain in peace And Obsession will take your every peace of life
Crush can make you smile Obsession can make you suffocated
Gradually I'm getting possessed, obsessed by thy love--craft, emotionally flew his heart reaching out to her's. He's intoxicated drunk in love. Lost in the lovesome thought of her's. His heart is detained underneath the water of her soul. So we're sensitively soul mates. We met as 2 rivers confluences. Indescribe-able what these mean. #C9_fm
. I wanted to know the sighs Of mercy. On the bed she lied, Laid bare in the shocking light That twitches, as she rolls I hover and cage her in question, With moist eyes, abandoned By loves interrogations, I stab at the untruths and confusions. I wanted to hear the supplicant Murmur of indolence and shame. With windy caresses I break Her arms, she ropes me red In tangled hair and I struggle To let go. I wanted to taste The twin defeats of victory And indifference, when in the light Of darkest night there are cries of yes And no and false accusations, There is consuming pain and excruciating Pleasure and as we squirm And seethe, she teases, Goading me and then, I loose it. .
I praise her arrival, I wail at her leave – I place my love in the sun, Because I will never grieve. She would never abandon me – But if she leaves me be. Weeing on my knees. I’ll find comfort in the world, Crying with me.
how i long so much to be the clothes that cling so selfishly to your skin the skinny jeans and t-shirts that lay with your flesh or the pillow that caresses your cheek wishing you good morning and willing your nightmares away
i hate the house that contains you it keeps you safe wrapped in its arms watches you dress and undress each day a shameless spy with the perfect view
i am also quite envious of the warm water that glides down your form slipping in and out of the crevices of perfect skin like a gentle waterfall of pleasure
what i would give to be the books you finger so longingly fully captivating your attention feeling you tremble on each of their pages And stare at them intensely
perhaps someday i will become the mosquito on your wall drinking you day in and day out appreciating every flavor until i eventually die in your palm
I can write and writing I do till my pen is bleeding and my fingers too but more painful than these is the brain I tease yet another idea, I fear my mind will cease I squeeze it and twist that umbilical chord to my wrist care not to tangle or strangle this poem styled and **** the mother or the child
...when it should set me free
This poem woke me, in the middle of the night. Within a minute I was back to sleep.
I knew it was bad when my fingernails were ringed with red as I ran them over ribbons and excused myself from confetti cake to make them redder.
my head was burning a sparkling candle burning my hands were yearning a spazzing sticking yearning
my family was singing a muffled stifling singing my ears were ringing a loud ear-piercing ringing
sing ring sting stop stop stop my scalp is stinging
Nothing was clear until my fingernails were red and coated with pieces of my head: rubbed raw and picked clean You’re telling me this is something you haven’t seen?
It doesn’t make sense because: I don’t put pencils in a perfect pristine line I don’t count my cheerios before I can dine I can turn the lights on and off just fine but my fingernails are red and apparently that’s a sign.
I can tell you where every single pinprick lives and spreads fire down my scalp into my brain How it tells me your math homework can wait save me or you’ll go insane
My nails are short but still red My brain is intact but still missing its head
Oh, how I could See the Disorder in a demented disturbed decision to forfeit my favorite vanilla cake for blood
stop stop stop, i’m begging you, brain
you can’t stop; you know you need pain leave me alone, and you’ll go insane.