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Mike Hack Nov 2015
These rosy lips
They've never been touched
Two little virgins
That want it so much

They feel so alone
Yet together forever
They long for the touch
The taste of another

Dark nights lonely
When all troubles are near
All these lips want
Is that other pair to appear
ConnectHook Sep 2015

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A doubtful colonial  vision
gathered souls for the Roman religion
this crass syncretism
gave birth to a schism
when Truth had a head-on collision
Irony of ironies: the so-called Virgencita of Coatl-Ilupe/Tonantzin presides over a nation of pregnant teenagers and tattooed criminal clowns in candy-flake hot-rods. She is well pleased, it would appear, with her beloved protectorate of narco-assassins and political corruption. She has, after all, clothed herself in the colors of the flag, this Aztec opportunist, this hack piece of Moorish religious art, this amateur Marian doodle on a piece of colonial burlap.

version w/bells & whistles:

https://connecthook.wordpress.com/2014/04/06/tepeyac-juan-diegos-burlap-sack/

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Myaja Black Sep 2015
Im 17 and I still have my flower the
petals have yet to fall keep trying to  
       tell these boys you gotta have it all
I need someone who can keep up with my
         Pace or maybe a little  faster
Not someone who wants me to chase after
I just want a boy who wants to see me  
      Make it and not see my naked
                 Momma raised a queen
         These heels to tall to chase a boy
Im far too good to be played with do I look
                           Like a toy?
White was never my color of choice
But it never felt wrong
Though I don’t believe like others
This color now feels out of place on me
Soiled some would call me
Unholy others would
But I don’t see it like that
Why would I let someone touch me
If not for the bettering of myself
I shed that old title others gave me
The one others forcefully took from me
But I had held on to it
Like it would somehow bring me peace
Knowing I was still a ****** in my mind
But I left that titled behind
I let someone else take my title by choice
Though not who I expected
I barely know him
And each time I think of that night
My skin grows hot
But not with the sensations of his touch
Only of the embarrassment coursing through me
No, it wasn’t bad
Yes, I enjoyed it
But why is it so hard for me to think of it?
Twice now I have made memories
That haunt me
One in unspeakable ways
The other in unmentionable ways
But all I know is that I am no longer that title
By choice this time
Well I guess this time I can't hold on to a title that is clearly false
Poetic T Aug 2015
Her petals were awaiting me, to take her full aroma in,
She was a garden of Eden to taste her, to touch upon
Her nakedness was my bliss.

Her wrists were locked in pleasure, silk skin, tempting
Touches, she was a goddess of my eyes and her flower
Was awaiting my now eager touch.

Rosette beauty thorns trimmed only softness upon
Lips as each petal was gently picked and her flower
Bathed with awaiting ecstasy.

Her rose was worth the wait as two became as one
And the nectar of this garden was tasted, and now
Her rose is a bud awaiting pleasures anew.
Some times it is worth the wait to find the one that you wish to give that gift too as it can only be given to one.
celey Jul 2015
let's play 21 questions
your questions will go from
how old are you
to
are you still a ******
my questions will go from
what's your favorite color
to
what's the worst thing you've done

both wanting to already know
if what's barely beginning
to happen yet
will be worth it
Wesley Dotson Jul 2015
By the standards of Batman Villians
I am insane.

I've been waiting for the day,
Where I would lose myself,
Let the words fall where they'd lay.
I'll be okay.

It's an inane request,
I'm tore by you
I can't get this feeling
Away from my chest.
David Apr 2015
When I met you
I wished I was a ******
so I could give myself to you-
stay in bed for days
learning all your ways-
exploring your body with my lips
from your feet up to your kiss-
the most important..
as i look into your eyes
almost shed a tear
and wish men cried.
Kai Mar 2015
There is a blue bird sitting on
a fence post, faded,
staring at a fatherly-made
house.
Entry is refused as the belongings
(or leftover garbage)
from the previous occupants is still obtained.
This must be what it is like
to lose your virginity!
I have been trying to find
the sense of home
drowning in our separated garage.
It's never as strong as I hope
or believe it will be
and that's fine.
This is acceptance.
Nothing is bullet-proof,
but predator-resistant.
Spoonfuls of courage must have been
fed to me
willingly
in my sleep
for today I am no victim.
On this day, I am no longer chained
to the inferiority
pressed upon me.
I am free.
25 March 2015
The day I was able to be proud of myself, appreciate myself, and begin to overcome the damage.
I have learned so much in the past few weeks about myself and how I want to live my life.
It is amazing that such a horrible event was able to bring out the best of me and help me find courage in many areas of my life.
kennedy Mar 2015
when I met you
I was a ******
To ***
Drugs
Self harm
When you left me
I was drowning in addictions
Self mutilating the body
I gave to anyone
Just to feel anything
Even close
To the way your toxic touch
Made me feel
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