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#mindfuck
Cruelty was never the point. But it happened anyway. It was never scripted. Just lived. Instinctively, asymmetrically. Unscored by safewords or symmetry. Where dominance wasn't roleplay but a structure the other bled against. And neither one called it love. Because love would have demanded less elegance, more responsibility. And some part of us needed it to stay as ritual, not reckoning.
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Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 9:00 PM UTC
We Called It Ritual
All the voices Running through My mind, mistaken. My thoughts feel taken. They can’t be my own, But yet here I lie Writing yet another one Trying to wind back up, Rather than come undone.
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Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC
Clamor & Commotion
I need to make myself busy Before I can't get myself and do things that unexpected to be I just want to take freely And relax myself before I lost my sanity I just need a bullpen and a paper right now Cause all the things that going in my mind is I wanted to write down If I will not do it , I know that there's a chance that I suddenly snap And just cut myself with a sharp knife And smile like an idiot when I see a crimson blood Laughing even though it actually hurts Wanting more even though it's already too much Or worst being extremely happy because of what I've done Even I know that it can take my life away in any minutes in time when I started to close my eyes..
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Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC
A Walk towards Insanity.
Into all this absurdism I find myself wondering Why I´m trying to understand The non-existence of everything? Watching some clouds Empty spaces By the light of the moon Writing nonsense words Mindfuck mind Wake up and make a peep Drop words between the lines Why am I still here? Strange ideas in my head Writing my blues Nice ride above us Still showing more clues Taking a walk on my deep side Enjoying this ride Psychedelic intercessions Still open my mind wide Nothing is enough I can´t decide Feelings and lines rough What I wanna write Looking for the meaning of nothing Tasting more wine Am I losing my senses? It is Braking my mind Seeking for a spiritual meaning Waiting for sign of divine Seeing my mind shining Lost and blind Falling in the middle of words Deeply vibrant sense Meaning of nothing Suspension without suspense Height intense Verses are meaningless Looking for the meaning of nothing Again it makes a little zero sense
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Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 11:44 PM UTC
Meaning of nothing
*keer op keer telkens weer vlak voor zonsopgang hoevaak nog wakker te worden met een steen in mijn buik hoevaak nog betraande ogen te openen in het holst van de nacht in de stilte na de storm als een zwarte koude wind je neemt me steeds weer eventjes mee naar een plek waar ik niet wil zijn nee het is er niet fijn het doet pijn keer op keer een geschaden vertrouwen wanneer laat je me met rust dit is wat het doet met een vrouw jij, geschaden vertrouwen ik wantrouw jou*
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Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 11:36 PM UTC
Nachtmerrie
"black-laced ink semi-coherent to a lap dance of the mind in manacles." || shoo.shu ||
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Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC
definition of mind ****
Give me a good mind **** I promise you I’m easy to please I’m craving that dictation And you seem like you’re willing to tease Don’t be afraid to use your mouth Get me wet with that wordplay Bless me with that brain It’s the best form of foreplay I like how the language just roll off your tongue You know how to make it nasty So you must be the one And I’m not one to stroke an ego you gave my logic a good lick Just let me bend into a position To perform them mind tricks Before you lay it down I need mental stimulation, good conversation Lets share intellect I know you got that good education I’m due for a good mind **** You know I’m easy to please So Stroke me with that diction I’m ready to be teased
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC
Mind ****
Please allow me to slip into something a little more comfortable Something like, your mind I'm stimulated by your kind Because thought processes excite me Deep and Wet with the waters of critical analytical thinking Flowing like the rivers of time Can I gently caress your intellect?
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 8:22 PM UTC
Mind-Fuck
It started with our late nights and early morning conversations The random occasions that turned into night caps of psychological *********** is what intrigued me I only want to know her on a platonic level I want us to feel something different Something real Because truth is when you speak I get a little weak The vibrating waves of your voice sends my adrenaline into a rush of multiple frequences It causes me to have premature ventricular contractions Meaning you make my heart skip beats In other words I want us to have soul *** Our bodies to touch but with clothes on because you haven't been fully naked until you've allowed your fears to be exposed Understand this isn’t a ****** prose I want this poem to reroute the superficial ****** game that men played with you Tonight my only intentions are for us to get high But not with herbs I want us to be faded with nouns and verbs that speak life as I ignite this erratic twelve play because the foreplay is just for play Eargasms that constrict our minds let our spirits bind from the moments when I forgot to pull out by not realizing I was coming on too hard No need for protection when we experience the cerebral stimulating erections from the raw *********** of sedated discussions Imagine the eruptions you’ll experience when you vibe off me Can you feel it yet? No? Maybe a little deeper is what you need I need for you to feed me your thought process so I can taste your emotions If this poem had a body you would be the brain So let me investigate your introspection by interviewing every inch of you Reaching the climactic **** of this conversation by deep stroking into your deepest seas so I can see exactly what lies inside a divine mind You will make the seven wonders wonder where they went wrong A love we share that's so vividly deep even the four oceans will be jealous of its depth I want us to be in depth with each other I want my thoughts to wrestle with your feelings and your questions play hide and go seek with my answers Suffocate me with your beauty Ravish me with every word so I feel the sensations from two sapiosexuals making love I want us to stargaze under Jupiter’s moon as we stare into the solar system trying to combine our souls with God’s system Let’s touch each star as we track down a meteor shower and shower each other with laughs for hours until you’ve fallen asleep on my chest And the best part of it all is watching you sleep Because as you lay here I have dreams about your dreams Then realize how jealous I am because your dreams can see parts of you that I’m still dying to meet So if I am someday privileged to make this come true, you must allow me to fall in love with you
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC
Sapiosexual
It started with our late nights and early morning conversations The random occasions that turned into night caps of psychological *********** is what intrigued me I only want to know her on a platonic level I want us to feel something different Something real Because truth is when you speak I get a little weak The vibrating waves of your voice sends my adrenaline into a rush of multiple frequences It causes me to have premature ventricular contractions Meaning you make my heart skip beats In other words I want us to have soul *** Our bodies to touch but with clothes on because you haven't been fully naked until you've allowed your fears to be exposed Understand this isn’t a ****** prose I want this poem to reroute the superficial ****** game that men played with you Tonight my only intentions are for us to get high But not with herbs I want us to be faded with nouns and verbs that speak life as I ignite this erratic twelve play because the foreplay is just for play Eargasms that constrict our minds let our spirits bind from the moments when I forgot to pull out by not realizing I was coming on too hard No need for protection when we experience the cerebral stimulating erections from the raw *********** of sedated discussions Imagine the eruptions you’ll experience when you vibe off me Can you feel it yet? No? Maybe a little deeper is what you need I need for you to feed me your thought process so I can taste your emotions If this poem had a body you would be the brain So let me investigate your introspection by interviewing every inch of you Reaching the climactic **** of this conversation by deep stroking into your deepest seas so I can see exactly what lies inside a divine mind You will make the seven wonders wonder where they went wrong A love we share that's so vividly deep even the four oceans will be jealous of its depth I want us to be in depth with each other I want my thoughts to wrestle with your feelings and your questions play hide and go seek with my answers Suffocate me with your beauty Ravish me with every word so I feel the sensations from two sapiosexuals making love I want us to stargaze under Jupiter’s moon as we stare into the solar system trying to combine our souls with God’s system Let’s touch each star as we track down a meteor shower and shower each other with laughs for hours until you’ve fallen asleep on my chest And the best part of it all is watching you sleep Because as you lay here I have dreams about your dreams Then realize how jealous I am because your dreams can see parts of you that I’m still dying to meet So if I am someday privileged to make this come true, you must allow me to fall in love with you
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This is a poem about nothing which is impossible since Nothing is actually Something An indefinite pronoun. Now, I'm discussing nothing a concept that makes 'nothing' a thing Confused? I am. My mind is buzzing with the thought of nothing! So is my mind empty or not?! Discussing nothing is leaving me blushing! Now existentialists, Sartre was influenced by Heidegger Heidegger says he was misunderstood In the effort to bring about a poem about nothing, I've created something, so this poem is now about Something' what, I know not.
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Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
A poem about nothing
this is the season of the winged rodents singing corrosively. eating crows' feet & bringing lulling, rolling waves of heat heavy humidity this is irony for days & days & daze. we'll be floating in an ethereal sea of humor & stupidity. the street is sweltering. but those waters are still pretty cold. man. have some humility. I hear they give it out free, it even comes with extra soul. wanna start a cult with me? cmon. we can tell em we talk to god & then everything we touch turns to gold. burning ora.
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Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
Rising Sound
I wanna mind **** the **** out of your mind but where is MY mind?
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Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 9:19 AM UTC
how do i write poemz