#explicit
The chalk dust still clings to her blouse when she locks the door
eighteen is old enough to know better, young enough not to care.
Her desk becomes an altar of loose papers and hip bones,
the bell's distant clang a metronome for the rhythm she sets.
He learns more in twelve minutes of tangled breath
than in four years of lectures
the way authority melts like wax under eager thumbs,
how forbidden fruit tastes of coffee and cheap cologne.
After, she adjusts her skirt with the casual precision of someone
who has already begun forgetting his name,
while he buttons his shirt like a diploma he didn't earn,
both of them knowing this is the only education that ever mattered.
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 5:50 PM UTC
At any rate I am here. Rather I'm further away or pretty near to me it's become crystal clear. I am here at any rate. Doesn't matter if I am in time or running late. Isn't this just great. Just in case here I am. Here I am just in case. I move around all over the place, when I get up. When I get up, I move around all over the place. Nowadays all my monsters have begun to give me chase, they chase and chase, chasing me every place. They get me so lost inside this maze, that my body aches closing up my airways: I guess possibilities are endless on how we interface. Anyways the questions that this creates, are rather hard to keep up with, when I have been the one enslaved. This, my world, is about to go up in flames. It's a **** shame, that I am just now finding myself as it really begins to blaze. The full blown craze, the consequences now it all outweighs. Maybe all the castaway runaways need to be replaced, if only by Gods good grace. Yet none of them have raised this kind of hell in days. Instead what seems to remain, why am I wallowing in evil's embrace. Whatever may be the case the downplay has started a new phase. With all of these so called infallible ways it's easy to give in post chaise yet always all this keeps coming at me sideways. It keeps leaving me feeling like I am such a disgrace. All over the fact I cannot simply erase all of my mistakes. So now, it's here that I coin a new phrase. Those with little faith, attempting to live in the shade of greys will find nothing but pain and sorrow in the shadows of their yesterdays.
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 12:21 AM UTC
Seriously Oh My God, I love my mother but she is driving me to the brink of sanity. when she starts to growl and yell, I use a lot of profanity She makes me want to shove a sock in her mouth then wrap It with some duct tape all around her head. WHAT MOM What was that you said. Hearing nothing but muffled madness with a bobblehead nod and shake. At this point it is starting to sound like a risk I just might have to take. At least then it will be quiet here for a little while. I hate to say this but it is highly possible that her muffled screams might just make me smile. If she's not screaming she's growling loud. You'd think she would eventually just chill constantly sitting in a cloud of smoke. Just be quiet and listen for a moment.THAT A BIG FAT NOPE she is still growling like a God ****** Bear while simultaneously yelling as loud as she possibly can. If you heard this **** for yourself day in and day out you might actually understand. Silence is supposed to be so loud It's deafening don't you know. Well obviously here that is most certainly not the way it goes. The routine continues now both night and day. No one else here seems to get a word in even if you pave the way. This is going to make me sound so **** bad but Mom really needs a gag made from duct tape and a rag. I love her so much but when she constantly yells she sounds like a delusional old hag. I have no doubt this rhyme is wrong as hell but I promise you it's better than listening to a Hippie yell. I have to find a way to save myself. If for nothing else but the sake of my fragile mental health. The only other time she isn't making all that racket is when she's got a glass **** in mouth, jaws just like a rachet. She may possibly be possessed by an ignorant demon, but sadly enough I don't have the skill to dispatch it. Why does she always seem to drive my *** bat **** It makes me sick to think that she may never quit. This probably isn't the best way, but as far as solutions go this may very well be it. yell so loud it's penetrates the thickest crowd. Growl low rather mean for way too long and I promise I'll be walking around in a daze because I checked out and so long now I have been almost all the way gone. It's more than just a slight possibility that if that happens, I'm never coming back. It not a possibility or even a probability it's no brag just a straight fact. My whole family is just as ******* disturbed as they are cracked. Cracked so bad they have a shell that's all busted ruff. Now if only mom would voluntarily just shut the **** up
5d ago
May 29, 2026 at 8:25 PM UTC
Better watch out sitting there running your mouth, I promise you this situation can quickly go south. You might just end up getting your dumb *** knocked the **** out. I'm quite corrupt so **** cold, I'm a renegade with a **** hole I'm dark dead soul. Matched with a smart *** attitude and a temper that's almost impossible to be controlled. I believe I'm now too old to go rogue and too young to attempt to go ghost. So instead I'm like a parasite that is stuck feeding on its host. This story has been told like it's a demented fairy tale. I'm fairly certain that I possess just enough skill to sell it very well. It's almost like I've been cursed and I'm under some evil sorcerer magic spell. I harbor so many secrets that I dare to never tell. Just as I'm watching for the fiery flames that flare up in my own private hell, I spin in circles until I start feeling rather unwell trying my best not to get dizzy and fall into these worlds that seem to be somehow parallel. I am pretty sure when I was made they broke the mold, So I'll just stand here after I lock and load , trying to hide all these bodies I. the cracks of my moral code. The pressure has me feeling like my skin is too tight and soon I'll just explode. My raw emotions and fatal feelings have already been exposed. Teetering on the brink of yet another psychotic episode, I woke up with a sawed off gripped tightly in my
hold. The question is now what kind of terror would be bestowed, if ran at someone even if I was unprovoked no doubt to torture I've been predisposed with my mental illness that have went undiagnosed. I've been pigeonholed on straight overload like I'm about to overdose. The location of the Graves that belong to the corpses that have already been decomposed has been undisclosed. Maybe you should just step back and watch the horror unfold. I have danger in my veins it leaves me feeling volatile twisted thoughts rattling loudly inside my skull echoing in this empty hull. That's what triggers something quite Phenomenal. I go into beast mode like a snowman that's abdominal after that I am completely unstoppable It's really is Methodical and Improbable leading to these homicides that are Unsolvable
6d ago
May 28, 2026 at 11:14 PM UTC
all my life I have been severely depressed, feeling rather like I've been possessed, even though my demons have long since been oppressed here just longing to be lovingly caressed. Out of all the issues I have that should really be addressed situations assessed to be hard pressed really isn't that far fetched. misdirect my intellect making it that much harder for me to connect to the souls that I worked hard to collect. these broken memories that in your mind have be etched, but as you self analyze the harder you inspect the further back you look and try to just reflect. I invest in the inept defect that I regret wedged in cement edged into descent I know I should probably repent but that would depend on how bad I want salvation and to what extent. all my **** life I have been severely depressed walking around like I have been possessed but my demons have been oppressed. This whole time I have just set and obsessed over these issues that desperately need to be addressed. Fixing these situations that really should be assessed. it's not that far fetched I'm hard pressed. my limits have been so tightly stretched that I'm distressed weighted down with emotions unexpressed I feel so insignificant like a insect that I become the very poison that ingest. the unbridled passions I have that have gone unregulated and unchecked have made such a mess but what did you expect. thus unadulterated evil begins to slowly infect and these negative thoughts start to infest Seriously color me unimpressed. which consequences are you willing to accept? Did these drugs leave yo the wit. your desired effect. I know my inner child I did badly neglect. I doubt it or at least so I suspect. I don't ok I'm ow what the hell someone expects me to believe I know what monsters my own mind can conceive. No more tricks up my **** sleeve it's about time of me to leave. The inhumane thoughts I find that often I entertain are something that no matter how I try I could never explain. I am still here and still writhing in unrelenting pain. My eyes are hazel green so I can't be another blue eyed ***** crying on the rain trying my best to just shoulder this shame. it's really kind of sad that I'have forgotst how many lies have sold, and how many you alone have bought. Im just a villain trying not to end up getting caught I'm discombobulated and more than a little distract. My reality is a fracture, always someone attempting to be the one to capture this cow that has already been put out to pasture. You're an endentured servent and Ill play your master waiting for the coming rapture swinging wildly from. the ******* rafter. I have to run so much faster to catch up to the things I am after. from the shadows echoes a ****** laughter. I am a highly skilled trapper, that sounds like a profane rapper busting a capper to this beat that's a real toe tapper. Looking just as debinearnear as you do dapper a real old school scrapper broken hearted sitting on the crapper. Haunted by the ghosts that I got when my heroes I did trade, the pen is still so much mightier than the sharped stainless steel blade yet here ai am just a lonely renegade that's on a quest to go on one more escapade. As for. this yellow brick road I have strayed. like a flickering flame starting to go out It's time I should fade. erasing all these stupid mistakes I have made. To my God above me I have prayed that I the winds of fate can somehow be swayed as the enviable seems to always be delayed.
I have written every word and every verse, to be like me is a curse, I know before things get better it always gets so much worse So I am demented and rather perverse. yelling out to the nothingness that surrounds like what ever I have to say is so **** profound. I'm don't feel like ever coming down. if you really want to find out go ahead and **** around, and ounce of prevention is worth more than the cure by the pound. this silence is a deafening sound and I am trying to sever these ties to which I am bound. My skies are dark and tragically grey, everything is in such discord and disarray that I am not the person you seem to think I protray. I myself I always to betray. when the monsters that are starting to just decompose, already know full well just how this story really goes. a flower by any other name smells nothing like a rose. watch the meandering River and the way it flows. For I have been frozen in a single moment in time always looking for everything I doubt I will ever find. traveling on beyond the parameters of my own **** mind. Lost in addiction so deep that I pray to the Lord my very soul to keep. while I am sitting here just fighting this sleep. Off this mortal coil I feel as if I should leap. sowing exactly whatever I did reap, when I had no doubt how bad my intentions have reeked. This whole time I have fought theses tears that taste so bittersweet attempting to make myself whole so I didn't feel quite so incomplete, while I secretly have attempted to render myself completely obsolete
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 3:21 AM UTC
Just ask me and maybe I will tell you, then again maybe not
Death's bouquet doesn't begin to cover up the stentch of the rot
How many lies have I sold? I don't know. How many have you bought?
I have no doubt that it was probably a whole lot
I'm discombobulated and more than a little distraught
Trying to remember all the lessons I already forgot
I always seem to crash and burn in a hell of a tail spin
Never have I ever been comfortable just sitting here in my own **** skin
I not only do not remember where I'm going but I have forgotten where I have been
All I know is **** it, here we go once again
The air perfumed with the scent of *** and sin
I'm just as ****** up now as I ever really was way back when
I travel on beyond the parameters of my very disturbed mind
searching for the things that I personally believe I'll never find
Always in the sinister darkness stumbling like I am blind
As I try and sever all the **** ties that are said to bind
Jurt as I have truly burned, I have perished and I have even pined
choking on these oh so fatal feelings, on which for so long now I have dined.
So many perplexing questions I constantly seem to ponder
The question is do the answers make me feel any stronger
All these **** creatures I seemed to accidentally conjure
To me are the very ones that are hardest of all conquer
There are many times where I have been sure that I was going to be a goner
Either way I would have met my fate and few to glory with honor
**** I really do miss my ride or die, my very die to ride
There seems to be no one left, in which I care to even confide
My all thoughts that all too frequently turn to homicide
**** Billy Wayne I wish like hell you that you hadn't died
feels so weird without my cuz standing here right by my side
in the shadows of this weird cloud I now attempt to hide
hiding all these **** tears that I've denied I ever cried
I have no problems telling you flat out that I'm writhing in unbearable pain
Theat could be why every symbol I utter drips with much disdain
These inhumane thoughts I find that I often seem to entertain
I just simply cannot ever begin to even try to explain
my eyes are hazel green so I cannot be just another blue eyed ***** crying in the rain
that's why everything I attempt to write is explicit and profane
It is what it is though and that's definitely all it's ever going to be
I surely do not give a flying **** if you tend to disagree
It is highly unlikely that I will ever feel any kind of Sympathy
I am begging anyone and everyone to come save myself from. the very likes of me
I'm Standing here completely lost among the dust and the debris, ever so quietly
just completely eaten all the way up by my extreme anxiety
my patience is growing thin and it's always in such a short supply
Dark and gray is my very dismal and extremely tragic sky
As I always seem to run into myself chasing spirits and smoke clouds without even knowing why
Smile plastered on my unrecognizable face as I come riding right by
wishing that I had some wings so that maybe I could really fly
instead of just rising to the very occasion as I get ******* high
off of this yellow brick road it's time for me to journey into the clear blue
Do not attempt to stand there and judge me like some people try to do
you really do not have any idea what kind of horrors I have lived though
The people that I actually trust, believe me there are very fucking few
To be honest there is probably only just one or two
if one of them isn't even me what makes you think the other one could ever be you
I'm hella throwed off that much I say is **** straight
Yet I'm still the captain of my ship and the master of my fate
Even though the things I constantly contemplate make it that much harder for me to concentrate
All my life I lived half *** on sedate constantly trying my best to self medicate
So maybe all of this anguish and turmoil I can finally
alleviate
before from all my well laid plans I start just to Deviate
So here's to all the terrors that have already been told
the older I grow. I grow more corrupt and so very **** cold
All of my inner most secrets have already been exposed
Good, bad and indifferent all are juxtaposed
like this mental situation that has just never been properly Diagnosed
As I am living with the ghosts of all the monsters that have decomposed
Falling from the sky in reverse right back into every pain filled yesterday
Why does every line that I write have to sound so cliche
The bad intentions and horrible ideas I attempt to purvey
Like a flickering flame that is just starting to fade away
Here in this silence the gunshots echo and the bullets ricochet
That's why nothing that appears to be golden never really seems to stay.
I have said just what I have meant and I meant just what I said
The disease of addiction from what I have seen is completely wide spread
The complications rattle on quiet loudly inside of my head
Especially when I'm staring at my ceiling while laying wide awake in my bed
If you are looking for Mercy or decency I haven't a shred
living my entire life like I have always been about three fourths dead
That's it this poem is now quite fin. it's over and done
Things are much more difficult now that I'm no longer young and dumb
I was always told I'd die tired if ever I dared try to run
I might as well be spinning spinning spun, who knows me better than me, none
Fit to be tied must be my silver streaked tongue
yet another sorrow filled chapter of my life's story has just begun
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 7:11 PM UTC
Not many people can catch my drift, my entire life has been a hard left shift, it's only with a twist that I even still exist. The pain I buried inside, is no longer the only thing I hide.. after being lost in the darkness for so long, I'm more than just a little bit gone. Some might say that I am touched, but I don't think I've been disturbed that much. Just let me try to explain
, I'm only crazy when I go sane. Of course that when I tend to go off chain. and let this world of mine go up im flame. I'm telling you not to cross that line, you don't want to feel this wrath of mine. I can't really describe how I actually feel. Not when nothing even feels real.. I am here right behind the scene, walking around in what feels like some kind of dream.. Yet I don't feel like I'm asleep as I am running with my demons deep..
Theres nothing colder than my soul, whenever I rock this **** bowl . Rocking it steady and slow just so I don't lose control.. If like a speed demon I quickly race away. Then you know that I can no longer hold these monsters at bay. I would run like hell if I were you, because sooner or later evil is going to break clean through. Don't close your eyes or else your very own demise might come as a surprise. Otherwise I will Sympathize as you end up a Sacrifice.
Crushed underneath the pending doom of the end coming way too **** soon, I am in pain, I'm writhing Hell I don't even know how I have been surviving Yet here I am just thriving, with all the chaos that is now arriving.
It's way too late to save myself from the likes of me, can you not see, that I attack internally,, killing from within. It matters not where I am going or even where I have been, the air has been perfumed with the scent of *** and sin. No wonder I have always been so uncomfortable in my own **** skin,.
The pen is usually mightier than the stainless steel blade, just a the wind whispers in its serenade, I have already been laid gently in my grave.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 12:43 PM UTC
Once I thought maybe this was just some passing phase, a temporary fall from grace. Yet to this drug I am still very much a slave, and perhaps I am headed right for the grave. I have barely slept 10 whole minutes in 8 straight days. Completely twisting myself up in all kinds of ways, standing here watching as the brilliant blaze flashes bright before it fades.
Masterfully distorting precious memories, this demon lies constantly as it deceives. It's amazing how most everyone believes, that they are truly at ease in the familiarity of this disease. Keeping such nefarious tendencies hidden beneath so many degrees. Yet it leaves no apologies for the hell it will soon unleash.
Don't ask me how I know but the very first to always go, is the most unsuspecting soul. Growing so much colder the older it does grow, no doubt for so long now, just spiraling out of control, It desperately attempts to pull you down deep below, further still into its firey inferno,.
The concept can certainly be hard to grasp as it is truly an evil that has been unmatched, In its clutches all your hopes will be dashed. Just know that the moment you feel yourself being snatched, that it has just that fast, already permanently attached, The hell that awaits you is untapped, leaving you eternally trapped. Left in an unrelenting pain that forever seems to last.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 2:35 AM UTC
Im a perfect **** up who is getting ****** up perfectly.
It's more than just a possibility it's a certainty
Nowadays it feels like it's been an Eternity.
Eternally I hold everything inside til I implode Internally.
It's an uncomfortable uncertainty.
That personally leaves me figetting nervously
That Inadvertently builds such a sense of urgency.
It really becomes a state of emergency.
I **** up things with expert percession.
I promise I do not need anyone else's permission
All the bad intentions turn into even worse decisions
Always following centuries old family traditions
So now I am losing all of my Inhibitions
It's those conditions that lead to our convictions
I have quite a few contradictions about this kind of existence
I may need a little bit of assistance kicking all these **** addictions
It's easy for me to just keep going the distance
We all have ambitions but I doubt that will actually make a difference
I can't seem to concentrate
Panic to me is a constant state
Isn't this just ******* great
Oh the things I sometimes contemplate
The situation always seems to escalate
From this hell there is no escape
i am beginning to disassociate
Why do I keep tempting fate
I don't meditate I just self medicate
No one can save me now. I'm ****** it's too late
If I'm lucky before I wake maybe I will suffocate
Life is like a games of charades and I stand here pretty much a jack of all trades.
I went to what was once a pretty place. where the most beautiful flowers would grow, now it's more like a cold barren cementry
where I buried my dark dead soul.
Buried deep down inside a 15 foot hole.
Now it's time for me to go and see if I can fake finding comfort while rocking this bowl
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 7:31 PM UTC
Is it just another part of the human condition to suffer from such an affliction as lifelong addiction that sprouts from these crazy family traditions?
This is some habitat, cozy little cabbage patch, where bad ideas are known to hatch. No brag just fact I'm attempting to walk out unscathed my intergerity still intact.
In this cataphract chaos I knowingly attract. How do you expect me to react. I brace myself for the impact. Feeling like from all angles I'm being attacked. The odds are against me like a deck that's been stacked
I felt like I was being laughed at so I just kind of snapped. It's all just part of my handicap. I'm Nothing but a maniac that always ends up in combat staring off into the abstract, usually finding myself in another mishap. Inside my mind I've been trapped. If I had just napped I could've avoided all this crap, but luck would have it I'm an insomniac
Right here in these ungodly places where I am out of reach of God's good graces. I come off a sinner that is faithless being chased by these ghosts that are faceless. Ask me no questions and no lies will I sell. Turning in full circles till I'm feeling rather unwell as I dance with the devil in the moonlight pale
chaos and the very creation the ends up breaking my concentration wicked thoughts come to contemplation everyday arises a new complication Can you alter your perception with out so much as a question? If you do not recognize your own reflection are you perfectly ****** up or ****** up to perfection?
right from the very start heavy weighs these matters of the heart I could possibly still light up the dark if you just strike me and see where I ******* spark.
Just laying in my bed, drenched in the scents of *** and sweat, I am a basket case as well as a space cadet distraught over things that haven't even happened yet.
Lost in my own thoughts that rattle around in my skull quite loud, hiding in this shadow inside this cloud. If you want to find out **** around As I stand here all alone on what looks like a battleground Silence a deafening sound. **** it I ain't ever coming down.
I'm traveling outside the parameters of my own **** mind searching for something that I doubt I'll ever find To **** things up I am quite inclined. since I am constantly lost in sinister dark stumbling blind, bound to these ties that bind
Lately the thoughts in my head leave me saddened
horrors relived that most couldn't have never even imagined
I am feeling a little bit stagnant
kind of like a **** magnet
life's been hell but somehow I've managed, even though it has left me sitting here all dark and damaged.
I tried to spill the secrets that overload my very soul,
Trying my dead level best not to lose my self control
I'm just Broken vessel, I'm just an empty hull
Like I am going to a masqade I tend to mask what I feel, Like I hide the scars and these wounds that never seem to heal.
My turmoil and my tranquility mix just like my pleasure and my pain. I am only considered to be completely crazy when I go sane
I have stayed up all night long hitting the **** like it was a normal thing to do, but don't look at me that way because truth be told you know you have done it too.
So I pray to God on bent knee to love me and guide me to always be beside me, and not let temptations lead me astray. my tragic skies are dismal and grey, All to frequently I find myself with no one in which I could confide these dark thoughts of suicide. As chaos and catastrophe seem to collide
To error is human but to forgive is divine. Like frog hair split 379 ways I swear, I'm fine. I maybe a little bit out of my rabbit *** mind. Living with the memories that serve only to remind me my past I cannot simply leave behind
I am still stuck in beast mode. It's possible I mean I think I am about to overdose. Here searching for the antidote.
Things haven't quite gone as I had hoped, No I haven't been coaxed, nor have I been coached. I am now here forever shadowed as I lock and I load. I didn't make it out but almost!
How do people keep living on in complete ignorance. Everything went up in smoke in a instance, It has been personal experience to pray for my own deliverance.
If I had other intentions I doubt it would make a difference
So I am just out here reeking havoc and running amuck spitting out these chunks of my ******* broken luck. I'm out in this storm attempting to get myself thunderstruck, while counting all the ways I can self destruct. If I do I am ****** if I don't I am ******
washing over me is this crimson tide Keeping all my feelings shoved way down deep inside I wish that this pain would just subside. What am I going to do next? I just cannot seem to decide. Looking in from right outside as if I ended up stuck in my kryptonite This **** just does not even seem to be right. It's just another ordinary night where I outpour my soul with every word I write
After all the things that had been sacrificed how could someone go on feeding on their host like a parsite. the flames inside this hell just seemed to ignite Anger erupting exploding like dynamite. So what I brought a knife to a gunfight I am definitely Psyched Don't make me cut you from ******* to appetite. I will swallow down all the Cyanide before they could get me for homicide. Tell me now are you ******* satisfied
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 5:15 AM UTC
If I dared to put my love
for you o Lord
into the words
The world would hate me
wishing to stone me
for my love knows no boundary!
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Annihilation - so only you remain
berending my flesh, destroying it all
as eventually will happen
and then I'll be with you
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Faith, Hope and Love
fill me Lord with all of yourself
Burn me, drown me, suffocate me with yourself
May my old self die
And Christ live in me!
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O Lord please come to me!
Maranatha!
Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 1:30 AM UTC
You make, for a luminous brazier.
I feel my face, flush,
against the flickering heat, of you,
as you gaze up, at me,
with burning eyes,
and mottled skin.
You are an effigy, of my dearest desires,
as I light you, ablaze.
Hips, switching, like a metronome,
Beneath the leather strap.
It rises, and falls, as you firm
under measured strokes.
Rosettes, burst, and bloom, across olive flesh.
You arch, beneath me,
bridging the gap, from your galaxy, to mine
as I paint your bare backside, in all the colors, of your aching soul:
Pink,
purple,
and blue.
...I'm not afraid, to love you,
loudly,
and I'm not afraid, to sit,
astride you.
Indecisive fury,
leaves, in a rush, of smoke,
escaping your taut, throat
in an ecstatic sigh,
as I fall back, on my own knees...
so familiar, now, with the journey, floorward.
Your cheeks, stoke, and flame scarlet,
as my velvet tongue, teases tangled walking trails,
along your bruises.
...I know, how to trap, a wolf,
and I'm not ashamed, to keep you, for mine.
I spit, hard, and watch the river,
run,
along the open cravasse,
Glinting mildly, in the overhead light.
My pale tongue, dances long circles,
around a twitching rim.
Your hands, roll, into helpless fists.
They pull, hard, against the limits,
of their own fettered chains.
I take a leap, of faith,
and plunge,
into the bittersweet tides, of you.
Swallow me, whole.
Drink me in, where we crest,
upon auric waves.
Your chords, grip the strength,
of the bow,
and draw me, into you.
I play the top notes,
a concerto:
but, soon,
you'll have me singing soprano.
...I'm not afraid, to kneel, beneath you
and I'm not afraid,
to love you,
loudly.
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 8:32 AM UTC
It bounces in my mind like warm syrup,
a soft weight I can’t measure, can’t hold,
every curve a tide pulling at my focus,
my hands itching for a ghost they’ll never touch.
Like jelly spilling over invisible edges,
it jiggles in my imagination, alive,
and I’m trapped in the way it moves through thought,
shaking my restraint with every memory.
I try to look away, but it laughs at me,
this wobbly obsession I can’t confess,
softness that haunts my waking and my dreaming,
and I’d trade my own skin just to press into it.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 4:42 PM UTC
I wake in the evening, as night owls do
Look into my mirror and ask myself who
But I don't have the energy to correct my reflection
The hairbrush remains untouched for now
The mustache and beard are growing out
And my voice vibrates with a deep and gruff inflection
It's hard to get out of my head every day
When this gigantic body causes my heart to ache
And I lack will to fix what they'll see at a glance
I wish caring about myself could be easy
And that I could make myself feel pretty
And that all it would take is a magical girl dance
A transforming power that removes this disgrace
I call it my tumor cause it feels quite displaced
Would surely make living this life more bearable
But I was cursed with this unfortunate *****
Can't correct it cause "affordable" healthcare ain't workin'
So I wake up each evening feeling terrible
I'm stuck in this body and stuck in this face
And my mind refuses to leave its dark place
And I'm afraid to even tell everyone my stance
I wish it was easy to fight off this hate
To care enough to clean off and love my face
I wish all it took was a magical girl dance
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 11:59 PM UTC
I want to **** you like an animal
to make you howl with pleasure
I want us to lose our human masks
and embrace the flame of desire
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I want to strip you of all you are
until pure lust remains
love you, **** you, breed you
from midnight until dawn
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I want to bathe you in my smells
to make our odours intertwine
kiss and lick you everywhere
claim that you are only mine
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And at the end of our time
I want to ***
deep inside
to make you mine now
and for evermore
to interweave
our two lives into one
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 6:56 AM UTC
Wanting to strip
it all away
all this human garbage
obstructing my soul
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To be free
like an animal
Running freely in the woods
No care for convention
-
No more thought
No more abstraction
We dream of this
yet what do we do?
-
No reality
strip me down
press my head down into the ground with your foot
and **** me
like an animal
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 1:08 PM UTC
My dear let us be
like animals
strip of all of our
human thoughts
-
Let us **** in the moonlight
as we howl together
deep in the forest
our moans echoe
-
Let us be wild
and free my dear
just you and me
two animals under God
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 11:49 AM UTC
Most wonderful *********
to have Jesus besides us
To fix our mind on Him
as my wife and me make love
-
To feel Him kiss us
hug us, shower us
in love
Loving us
as only He can
-
To feel Him in
our spirit
while we ***
together
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 3:40 AM UTC
The way that you arch your back
while I **** you from behind
pulling your hair and whispering
i love you
-
The way you moan
as I touch your ****
telling you what
a good girl you are
-
The way we both
begin to pray
praising God and eachother
while we *** together
-
Two animals
one love
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 10:49 AM UTC
Yearning for the feel of your skin
pressed against my own
For our tongues to intertwine
and never more let go
-
For sweat to run along our backs
and pool beneath our rutting
For our moans to create a symphony
that praises all of life
-
Oh how I yearn for this
How much I want nothing else
Then to be with you
in nature
-
Two animals
as one
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 2:21 AM UTC
Oh my love come to me
**** upon my bed I wait,
I wait for you.
Let me taste your body
fill all the room with your fragrance
let me venerate you o my Dear!
Please make love to me
claim me, make me yours
and fill me with yourself
--
I want to give you all my love
become one with you
united in soul and body
I want to taste your peach
hear the moans of passion
the primal celebration
May we together unite in love
and thus create
new life in your womb
--
I wish to hug you
hold you tight
pressing our bodies together
while we make love
and moan with you
in unison
--
Let me pray before
I taste you
And make you moan
with pleasure
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 2:19 AM UTC
A woman being kissed
by multiple men
taken up into heaven
by the hands caressing her
everywhere
-
She loses herself
in the lovers around her
Her body yields
to primal urge
-
She smiles and rests
in God!
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 2:18 AM UTC
Let us strip ourselves
from the mask of humanity
and unleash
our inner desires
Let us make love
until dawn
intoxicated by
one another
I will be your animal
will you be mine?
offer yourself to me
as I offer myself to you
Undivided.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 3:08 AM UTC