#enjoyment
The like between pain and pleasure,
Is thinner than we'd like to admit.
I sit in the girls restroom,
I'm supposed to be in algebra.
There's someone a couple stalls over,
A mix of anxiety, excitement, and adrenaline
Add to my already shaking hands.
I slide the blade over my thigh,
One hand covers my mouth,
stifling something,
Between a gasp and a moan.
I bite my hand,
Searing pain,
Tearing agony that made me want to scream,
My back arched,
The pain subsided.
I was left with blood on my pants,
And a blade in my hand,
Wondering if I was starting to blur the lines,
Between pain and pleasure,
They are, after all,
Very thin.
3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 11:25 PM UTC
i had enjoyed
the most golden
of golden hours
as the sun
took its time
drawing out
its setting with
a contrast of
paling blue grey
in one direction
gently washed
with colour
in the other
clouds lined
in crimson
pinks and oranges
painting the sky
aglow with rapture
before it ceded
to the darkening
midnight blue
creeping in
high overhead
where its light can
no longer reach
the stars are unveiled
appearing shyly at first
until the moon too
shows her face
proudly illuminating
the coming night
Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 8:37 AM UTC
it appears
that we discovered
the timing of a beat
a heartbeat second
and bathing while enjoyment comes with the time itself
we enjoy ourselves in the sweet sea
pretty happy we were
it was the time passing by so fast
my dear
it appears
we could've enjoyed that a bit further
along the seaside
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 2:47 PM UTC
Looking, out my window,
Watching, the beginning of a new day,
The darkness of night, slowly fades,
As the morning sun rise, lights everything,
In its way, with powerful, warm rays.
The trees on the hill, on the other side,
Of Maxwell’s creek, standing so still,
The temperature around sixty degrees,
Comfortable, just a slight morning chill.
A very peaceful place, nothing but nature,
Trees and turf, no hustle, or constant race,
A special place, for me to write, where, I wrote,
My first, poem/song, still creating, twenty three years later,
A third of this life, my mind drifting, traveling,
Catching special messages in space.
The original Tom Maxwell / poems © 6/11/2025 AD
Philosopher
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 11:08 PM UTC
father you are a god
to me
and mother you are
no different from a mother goddess
i want you to know that
weight of love is
to pray through veils
to make solid enjoyment of a beam
of mine
attached out of consciousness
if you feel welcome & calm
and i am not a beautifully spoken word
sorry!
then I saw that neon song
crying out its existence right in front of us
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 11:21 AM UTC
Maybe it was dumb...
but I had a lot of fun
getting nothing done
:)
Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 3:20 AM UTC
Listen...
If this goes down like the Christians are sayin'...
Ain't no one getting in and god knows it
That ash hole loves it
He's super into punishment
That and judgment
Those two seem to be his favorite
Bringing true enjoyment
So arrogant he wrote it down,
A confession in print
It's obvious no pastor is oblivious,
There's just a willingness,
A complete lack of acknowledgment
They preach benevolent
All I read is maleficent
All I see is a battlefront
A holy deficit
How he treats his creation,
Love and compassion destructively absent
It's an embarrassment
Secondhand, none from firsthand involvement
Unless you think abandonment is an accomplishment
Or fraudulent is some kind of complement
Yeah, I've read it
I wouldn't have taken it public
It's a narcissistic story of sin and atonement
Punished for the failure of a first experiment
Because one decided to be disobedient
Now ungodly pain will accompany pregnancy,
Fuuck the pregnant
Punishment doesn't fit the crime,
But don't question it
That's how it had to be,
But I don't understand that argument
Does the almighty have a limit?
They say no,
There's nothing he can't do
So,
This is exactly how he CHOSE to do it
And when it comes right down to it,
If this shiit I hear is legit,
Let's see if he can feel regret
Will we
Get any
Apology
For this kind of "heaven sent" treatment
Force it to admit to all of it
Even if it takes an eternity,
I'll have all of eternity to do it
©2024
Mar 16, 2024
Mar 16, 2024 at 6:36 PM UTC
Deep within the pit
Front and centre to the stage
Music blasting around you
Your mind starts to engage
Time slows around you
Forgetting your in a crowd
You feel your heart pumping in your chest
The surroundings no longer loud
Feeling like your soul is being lifted
higher up and up into the sky
The colours flooding your atmosphere
You feel as if you can fly
Sweat beading in your hands
Temperature on your skin is rising
hands wrapped around your waist
Spirits are energizing
You tune into the music there
Surrounding you with its soul
I never realized it before
How the rhythm can make you feel so whole
The exhilarating feeling
the rush that it entails
Hooked on this version of me
That is free to go off the rails
Run Free, Be Free
Everything in my soul is Free.
The taste of being this new untamed version,
The Freedom of being truly me
Euphoric
Dec 4, 2023
Dec 4, 2023 at 3:49 AM UTC
We heard, in general conversation,
*It costs an arm and a leg, now,
Just to see a game.
To join in the comaraderie and cheer.
To eat a dog, to have a beer.
It's a rip off*.
He closed.
I agreed.
Then something else occured to me
About money and time,
(and what grows on trees)
How they interact to corner us;
To keep us from shows,
And stage dramas
That help us forget
Our real life traumas
(the causes of our nightly insomnias).
There's plenty to spend our cash on
(when older. like me, not when you're young).
So I tell my friends to purchase tickets
For games and concerts,
Plays and trips,
Meals and tips,
And gifts for giving
While above ground with the living.
Cause when you’re gone
You'll wonder why
You didn't spend
Before you died.
Nov 10, 2023
Nov 10, 2023 at 8:38 AM UTC
a flat white cools
far too quickly
for prolonged enjoyment
steaming the window
above the table
where it rests
next to it
my latest trial
of literature
at times
lengthy of word
ponderous
but probing
while others
lesser
in page number
though not
in meaning
brief yet pointed
but always
formidable enough
in name
or title
to impress
a wandering eye
Nov 10, 2022
Nov 10, 2022 at 11:27 AM UTC
Escape from this busy life if for just one day.
Have some fun, do something good.
Go out and play.
Hit the pool 'till you've had enough.
Get some sun in a game of golf.
Just get out and take a breath of life,
it'll be okay.
Jul 23, 2021
Jul 23, 2021 at 3:01 PM UTC
Enjoying moments alone,
Having fun by yourself,
Just entertaining, your mind,
Not thinking of, anyone else,
Your enjoying personal time,
Exploring spontaneous thoughts,
That appear, in your mind.
Not worrying about your troubles,
Keeping visions, on positive signs,
Searching, through your stuff,
Seeing what treasures,
You may find.
A period of relaxation,
Forgetting, all your binds,
While keeping your lips, wet
With a glass of your favorite wine
The Original : Tom Maxwell 6/14/AD 2:45 PM
Jun 14, 2021
Jun 14, 2021 at 11:41 PM UTC
The new year is arriving,
It's the time of Christmas,
The day we all were waiting for,
With jingle bells and tree of X-Mas.
To share pleasure in different forms,
The streets will be filled with lights,
All will relish its bouquet,
In these cold winter nights.
Houses are decorated with garlands,
And are hold up by the alluring poinsettias.
Those luscious pies of pumpkin and apples,
And the Christmas pudding,ornamented with leaves of maples.
It's the time of Festivus ,time of feasting,
With kindness in our hearts,it's time for gift-giving.
Let's sing loud so the world could hear the deepness,
With the season's greetings and a lot of togetherness.
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 12:47 AM UTC
_**Due to force of gravity;
An apple fall down from tree;
And Newton's gave law of gravity.
😂
In Today's time,
I feel situation like same.
😂😂
Due to force of attraction;
Boy's falling behind girls;
And we gave the law of attraction.**_
😂😂😂
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 12:35 AM UTC
Hold my hand, I'll walk you through the rainbow.
Up and above the blue the sky.
We'll ride on shooting stars, in circles around the moon.
Eat cotton candy made with the yummiest of the clouds.
We'll dance all night, jump along Venus, Jupiter and Pluto.
Sing along playing the strings of the sun rays.
I'll put you to sleep at the end of the rainbow.
And take you back home with the morning rain drops.
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 6:09 AM UTC
Television cooks rarely do
Fish, chips and mushy peas
With spotted **** for afters.
No
It’s got to be
Creamy coconut curry
With Balingud Zalud
Soaked in Chimichurri sauce.
Or Jalapena Lime Slaw
Accompanied by spicy Sriracia mayo
And Rachero Sauce.
Plus a side-dish of fluffy soufflés.
The starter is a vibrant veggy ratatouille
With sashimi, tacos and tortillas.
But then there’s always vemuelli noodles,
Pommes frittes
Teriyehi
Thana messala
And Enchilada Casserole
Covered in Romesco Sauce
Or Hollandaise
With Falafels and couscous.
Then Neapolitan Ice Cream souffled Erotica.
All impossible of course.
But don’t we love
The sheer seduction of those Words.
Paul Butters
© PB 28\4\2020.
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 7:25 AM UTC
Caveat
by Michael R. Burch
If only we were not so eloquent,
we might sing, and only sing, not to impress,
but only to enjoy, to be enjoyed.
We might inundate the earth with thankfulness
for light, although it dies, and make a song
of night descending on the earth like bliss,
with other lights beyond—not to be known—
but only to be welcomed and enjoyed,
before all worlds and stars are overthrown ...
as a lover’s hands embrace a sleeping face
and find it beautiful for emptiness
of all but joy. There is no thought to love
but love itself. How senseless to redress,
in darkness, such becoming nakedness . . .
Originally published by Clementine Unbound
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Caveat Spender
by Michael R. Burch
It’s better not to speculate
"continually" on who is great.
Though relentless awe’s
a Célèbre Cause,
please reserve some time for the contemplation
of the perils of EXAGGERATION.
Stephen Spender in his best-known poem wrote: "I think continually of those who were truly great." This near-limerick suggests that Spender may have exaggerated the time he devoted to hero worship. Keywords/Tags: caveat, spender, truly, great, think, continually, hero, worship, exaggeration, contemplation, awe, fawn, fawning
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 5:08 AM UTC
Metallic hinges squeaked and then squawked
Single sliced rubber seat swung under a lime green bar.
An adolescent boy. Bemoaning his brother’s turn.
Heave, ** Swinging hard.
Capturing the tops of trees.
Leaning a few feet off the ground returning once more with fast pace.
Rose-colored cheeks, squinted,
One tear then two, until both cheeks puffed
Runway skids in the wood chips. Cruised him to a halt.
Sniffles, and tears were handled
Hand in hand
They were scripted together for life.
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 9:03 AM UTC
your love is a decoy,
because you'll always be a boy,
and my feelings,
is your toy to destroy;
that is how
you find joy
Dec 30, 2019
Dec 30, 2019 at 10:08 AM UTC
IT'S SNOWING
IT'S SNOWING
IT'S SNOWING
ONE OF THEM LANDED ON MY NOSE!!
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 9:31 AM UTC
Is the purpose of living
to experience
joy and happiness
in the present-moment?
If so,
find an activity you enjoy
and enjoy it!
For example,
is eating tasty nutritious food enjoyable?
Enjoy it!
Is talking a walk in a park enjoyable?
Enjoy it!
Is romancing a person you love enjoyable?
Enjoy it!
Search for activities to enjoy
and enjoy it!
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 2:53 AM UTC
Poppy sways on the edge of the garden
like some exquisite ***** dancing for her own pleasure
rather than crumbs.
She's full fed of her toxins, intoxicated
She drears left then right, bows a bit....
The curves are stem so peculiar.
How she slipped perfect hooks and turns
into that no wood, indiscriminate thing
bending, looking so supple.
but it would snap in fragility.
Oh poppy, I sigh, chin resting on my palm....
thinking of the warm feeling of harvest.
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 5:53 PM UTC
Music flows like water;
mixed with electricity in my blood
with the waves reflecting off, through my skin
lets ride the waves.
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 2:23 PM UTC
miss a few beats,
mistime a jump.
make a mistake-
it's part of the fun!
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 2:18 AM UTC