#molesting
Time with a feeling, salt...?
Open to argument, a host of decision's
Has a weary bond, with the rest of fault
The tows of remorse and ridicule, have seeming intensions
Bar room humor, from a bitter day:
Sulking at the cost of virtue, is a world to wizen
Many and fall, the taste of appreciation has a way
Without the staid, refrain of suggestion, minding...
Who can be as free, as a hard luck case with a pet?
Spin your assurances, for a quieter message...
The challenge of misery, is in the stoic appetite, whet
Of a cordial sate, in the name of shadowy causes...
Pet harmony, pet harmonize
With a voice of determination, the count of redemption?
Songs of a stranger visitation, than a clash with silence?
A hap, if not harp, of sigh's you should know, for a family of contention...
Total us, a hand in the stare
Till to you, a worldlier kind of glance, that has the fate of the view
Willing hearts of adage, and the vestige we hide and bide, to liberate a query
Risks in the fore, to select seldom among many, in the mercy we do...
Family problem's
Act of need, and the boding face of desire
Shapes of future guests to come, with the sound of your whim's
As if a dragon has seen you, in the family of deeds, to this we ire...
Coming over the hill, the truth to begin a wishing few
And to withheld conscience, the spare voice of coming how
Is the strength we adore, for a signal to when a home, is rued
A halt of silence is out and about it, when silence is the vow...
Stranger illusion's, danger's allusions
The pout of doom, to live and take well, the tradition
Of common pleasance, and the voice of meagerer intrusions
That notice you, with the eyes of anger, to these loves intuition...
Feel better, for another wish in the belch?
Today was your mind, the creation of winds no body, has felt before
Without the claim, of antipathy and jest, to worth the burden of hell?
He'll? in the tone and soul stirring where, of when dead lips spell war...
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 8:52 PM UTC
I called her Duchess.
and I called the other one Sweet.
The third was too dry, so I called her Meat.
Three different rooms, they wasted the space,
i brought them food, and sometimes things with lace.
I gave them purpose, I loved those *****
without me, they'd be on the street unloved.
I love them
they love me
then why did they leave
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 10:27 PM UTC
You stripped me of my innocence.
Yours were the first lips
To press passion onto my stunted ****
My body bruised by your touch,
Your forked tongue hissed through gritted teeth,
Caress me, as your hands rattle
With anger, desire.
Testosterone fulled triggers
Blew holes into my anatomy,
Ripping apart my flesh.
Now I tie stitches where skin should be,
I'm bleeding out my purity.
Drip,
Drip,
Drip.
The beads of sweat, roll downwards,
Trickling off your looming armour.
They dance with the oceans in my eyes.
Itching spiders romance with the bones
Upon my empty corpse.
Hollow reeking mass,
Devoured by play pretend.
Love lead way to self devouring devotion,
We play on ties with lit matchsticks.
Broken, singed strings,
Where my innocence should lie.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 7:39 PM UTC
He got expelled this time.
He wasn't sent to
In-school suspension
Or lunch detention
Or the counselor's office.
He was expelled from
Fairfax County Public Schools.
And his friends all freaked.
They sat outside the school
Every morning
And wouldn't go in
To protest.
They signed a petition
That called him a
"Well rounded student"
And
"Well loved by the student body."
I didn't love Brian.
I hated Brian.
Brian was the kid
Who always
Made the class
Stay late.
He was the kid who
Went through the halls
Grabbing peoples butts.
He was the kid that
All the guys wanted to be
And all the girls wanted to have.
And instead of sending him off
To West Point
Where he would have to
Shave his Bieber hair and
Follow the rules for once,
The county revoked the expulsion.
And to me
It seems like
A celebrity murdered someone
And because a thousand fan letters were sent in
They got to go free.
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 9:50 PM UTC