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Mute 1d
“No one cares about you unless you’re dead or lying naked in their bed.”
-mute
•••

too many.
too many to remember.
too many to count.
all my life I’ve been searching for love and affection
in the wrong places..
in the wrong people.
I’ve given up the key to my sanctuary
given up the password to my treasury
only to be tricked and robbed blind.
time and time again i allow myself to be used and abused
like a whore
but at least they get paid.

words can be so deceiving.
one minute they can be whispered so intimately in your ear
while you’re feeling the best pleasure
known to you
and the next millisecond
they can be thrown like daggers
and you’re the target.
and I don’t get it.

every time i think, it’ll be different.
every time i hope, it’ll be different.
but this time ?
i wanted you to be different
and I thought you were.
but now,
my mind is clouded
plagued by the poisonous thoughts in my head.
i was hoping you’d save me,
but you might be the reason i end up
dead.
couldn’t decide on the title so I combined both of my ideas together . this poem is very personal and speaks about something I have told little people. if you have read this poem , then you now know me better than almost every person I know. please do not judge me , this is me showing my soul.
Maša Sep 8
Rip your tights apart, cut your top in half, spray that cheap perfume, ready to get laid, all your bills are paid.
Dia dhuit Aug 16
Girls.
We are told
That our cleavage is no good.
To not show it unless
We want the attention
Of that old creep
Across the street.
That it's a sign
From God she's a hoe.
That a decent woman would
Surely never show it.
That our shirts are to impress other,
Instead of ourselves.
We are told at school that our
Comfortable clothes are a distraction.
That our collarbones are sexual
And our leggings are bad
Because God forbid
We wear anything other than
Tight jeans that oppress our legs
And warm jackets
In 90 degree heat.
Liyah Bella Aug 6
i let him grab me intimately at lunch
not because i am a slut
but because i felt like it was okay
Wyatt Jul 19
Me and death have been flirting
back and forth with each other,
but which one's the whore?
Ron Gavalik Jul 3
Nothing feels so empty as easy satisfaction
that requires little effort or sacrifice.
As filthy Johns in search of whores,
we salivate over and consume
the blood and the passion
of the artists who offer their beauty
in the hopes of small rewards.
In a gluttonous feast, we take
what we want, and without
offering one cup of coffee
or even a slice of bread.

-Ron Gavalik
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Wanderlust Jun 30
You looked at her.
You talked to her.
You flirted with her.
You hugged her.
You kissed her.
You wanted her.
You touched her.
You felt her.
You undressed her.
You pleasured her.
You had sex with her.
You woke up with her.
You told her not to tell.

You did all that to her...
When all you had to do was be LOYAL TO ME
I’m falling apart. Why was that whore worth it?
mjad Jun 28
I want to write
But I don't know about what
Something about how they call me a slut
They think I sleep around and round
But my lifestyle isn't that profound
Is it right to shame me?
For exploring my sexuality?
I would say,
no
but they don't tend to hear that word
Diana Garcia Jun 24
If I had taken chances with all those advances we would of met under different circumstances.
But in the end where the river bends
Turns out we’re all friends

I’m sorry for being so sorry
For being weak
For watching
Too much Maury
I live in a fantasy land
I get sad
Cause my reality is damned
I want so much
Just to touch
The heart of
Of he who hasn’t
Had mine for lunch


It’s my fault
It always is
You would think by now
I would be used do this
I don’t want to ruin anything
I don’t want to get in the way of what the future could bring
I need to get out before my soul begins to cling

I’m sorry.
For being lonely
For falling, low key
I’m sorry
I’m weak
The love I receive
Is much too bleak
I’m sorry
I wish I was stronger
I should just leave
Over and yonder


My only worry is
The farther i go
My heart will grow
That much fonder

I try my best not too
Look..
All this uncertainty has me
Shook

I never felt so worried
Over an ending
Of a story
Only before ours could be read
It always already fuckind dead

Before I go
I just wanted
To let you know



I’m Sorry
If I could give away my ability to FEEL, that would be great
Kuvar Jun 13
Just when I taught
Why girls with curves
End up as whores
Tina is just a letter I
And she sucks like acidic pores
Notice Gina
Letter 8 is the word
That lady preaches the word
With her character and her word
She is slaying the devil’s chord
A woman with curve
Yet not a whore
Deserves applause in this whoring world
Alas! Some women out there won’t just let that beautiful body praise the devil
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