#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.
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 9:00 PM UTC
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.
Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC
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..
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC
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
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 11:44 PM UTC
*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*
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 11:36 PM UTC
"black-laced ink
semi-coherent
to a lap dance
of the mind
in manacles."
|| shoo.shu ||
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC
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
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC
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?
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 8:22 PM UTC
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
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC
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.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
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.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
I wanna
mind ****
the ****
out of
your mind
but where is MY mind?
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 9:19 AM UTC