#nsfw
Hello its me again ,it's been a while since we've laid down the complexed inner workings of this twisted mind..trying to make sense of all the noise of being constantly bombarded by questions of a vain existence while playfully fighting the urge to shove a cactus down my throat and out of my *** ..that sounds fun.. If that's your kink stay.. and let me tell you about how I,this awkward pile of fieces made a brief attempt to end himself by...ah...shit shame he's dead..where were we again...treading on the fine line between life and death In and out of consciousness once more or whatever you call it an never ending taunting of fate ,a **** you to death ..
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 10:54 AM UTC
Does it feel good?
When i run my lips across your shoulder blades,
Can you feel heaven in your spine?
When my fingers melt into yours and our
Bodies become
A singularity
Do you really feel my intention?
Can you
feel me?
When i cup you in my hands, and pour yourself into me,
spilling out of the corners of my mouth
Does it feel righteous?
How i graze my teeth over your lips
Gnawing
Sick like a dog, starving
begging for your scraps
For you
i pray to you,
On my knees
You've made me Holy again
You’re so beautiful when you
Relish in this light, like it shines for you
Nimbus of silk sheets and a feather pillow halo
You look so beautiful when you
Writhe
When we’re inside each other,
Eating one another from the
Inside
out
i feel like god,
Like i'm being worshipped
In this temple that was built for me
Or maybe we’re god
When we dissolve into each other
Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 2:17 AM UTC
I wanted a dream last night,
a dream that he was in it, to dream
to see him, to hear him
because I'd crawl through the rivers
just to touch him,
I dreamed he
pushed his fingers deep inside me,
relaxed sarcomere, his muscles,
striations, sinew,
this longing, I long for him,
bubbling like sugar caramelizing,
saccharine, it burns and mutilates my soul,
sweetly tasting and waxy like butter,
forcing him into my tresses, what I'd give to
have him rest there against my
buxom, stroking his crown,
I wonder if he's thinking of me now!
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 8:49 AM UTC
The sentences won't end because I ate the .
I'll be a parasite when you're on the beach
When I moisturize your oyster eyes
Spitting a myriad of beads, till your period bleeds
To get eggs with my drink I'll suckle like a leech
Maybe some red wine as blood thinner
Then spread your legs like blood dinner
Throwing eggs away after waste ramped on
I'll be devouring your aftertaste ******
Let me do my work and I'll go viral
Imagine my tongue a cork, ******** up your ****** like a spiral
I'll eat numerous eggs when I've gone feral
When I'm done eating you'll be sterile
Digging below your ***** until I find tubes, fallopian
Was expecting amore but I've left it dystopian
Out of my many crushes, I'd hardly harbor a fave
I pass through them like a red tsunami, aka I harbor wave
In the red waves we will die, ebb eat us
Flowing through the wet caves, I'll get diabetes
My blood will be hooked on insulin like slurry
Wearing bloodclot clothes out of insult linen to injury
I'll make you bleed for the diamond if you want the ring
To make a nice rosary out of the beads in your ***** I gotta knot a string
I'll tamp on your blast hole to tie up everything
I'll be done eating .'s When they tell me the safe word: 'full-stop'.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 7:25 AM UTC
and the marked moments of how i rejoiced too
while i sat on my knees and ate their lips
as they peed on me
i would look up and i saw they want it
and they wanted me to tell and i wanted it too yes
because i could be the only one they can do it with too
i felt special
and it felt good, yeah
and i liked being smothered under them
giving them all the power over me,
i thought maybe that made them feel good about themselves
and so they'd love me because i never could love myself
how selfish of me
don't give me the crap about i have to start loving myself
truth is
it is your excuse to not meet me where i am
and if even there is reason and rationality to that principle
**** i have tried and you didn’t give me nothing then
you called me a worm under your shoe
worm under a shoe,
does it coil up,
does it fit into the crevices and around your feet
what if it found a little cozy home around the base of shoes
and took itself where the shoes went
with you
anyway
a friend once told me i am fine with everything
so i wrote a poem about how i want someone to
lay together and decay together with, a poem
that no one read so i had to pay for someone to read it.
******* four lines
and i had to pay in hopes someone would soulfuck me enough
just once
ah no i wanted more than once
Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 10:55 AM UTC
(i remember…)
making out to ska with the lights on
(i remember…)
the day i finally got your pants off
(i remember…)
the look in your eyes told me something else was up (shhh)
forever bonded, didn't matter what was going on
not like thœse other guys
you were the caring type
circumstances not within your control
but you still had to make it right
it's so unfair
the unwanteds wandering in my dreams
but i still haven't seen you there
forever 23
a missing part of me
with every birthday that i have
it’s another you won’t see
forever 23
a missing part of me
with every birthday that i have
it’s another you won’t see
Jan 15, 2025
Jan 15, 2025 at 4:20 PM UTC
let’s go a little bit farther
a little bit harder
let’s do things you’d never think to tell your father
your mom already hates me
but it's not approval that i'm after
not the girl you love but you simply have to have her
***** life changing
anti gun
pro finger blaster
Jan 15, 2025
Jan 15, 2025 at 4:15 PM UTC
I thought I could do it; God knows I’ve been trying.
But now I’m not so sure. I’ll just keep hiding it and lying.
I’m not doing well—I haven’t been since I can remember.
I’m trying, I promise that I am; but I don’t think I’m going to make it past December.
It’s easier for me to be strong for other people,
But when it comes to myself, I’m less resilient.
You see, I still don’t love myself enough; isn’t that just brilliant?
I’ve made big strides on the path of self-love,
But I still have such a long way to go.
How does one keep going when it feels like they’re always lost, always searching for home?
I’ve always found comfort in the heart of another person.
You see, they become my home, and when they leave, my self-love only worsens.
I need to find comfort within myself and start looking more inward.
But that’s easier said than done, especially when you want to be done with moving forward.
I don’t want to give up, but then again, yes, I do.
I’m so tired of everything, and honestly, the only thing that was keeping me going was you.
But I’ll never tell you that because, God, it would **** me if you knew.
I know the guilt would eat you alive, and that’s the last thing I want to do.
You don’t need any more on your plate, especially not in the volumes that I have.
Yeah, I know everyone has baggage, but mine is a storm.
A weight too heavy, a shape that doesn’t conform.
It’s chaos wrapped in silence, a burden I can’t share,
A never-ending ache that lingers in the air.
So I’ll carry it alone, no matter how it burns,
And shield you from the darkness with every twist and turn.
You’ve got enough to handle; you don’t need my despair,
I’ll lock it all away—it’s mine alone to bear.
So instead, you’ll never know, because I just couldn’t live with myself if you ever found out.
I have never loved someone more than I love you—that’s the truth, without a doubt.
And even if I decide to leave this earth because the pain just won’t stop,
I don’t want you to ever realize or notice.
There’s more to life than waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I don’t know how many times I can say it, but I just want you to be filled with joy.
So, you’ll never find out just how badly I’m struggling; I’ll just keep pretending and act coy.
You see, I can be a good actress; I put on a ******* good show.
So even if you stop hearing from me, I just want to remind you one last time, because you deserve to know:
I love you with every ounce of my being, and God, I hope you know that’s true.
I’ve honestly never loved anybody as much as I love you.
Our souls are connected—I can feel it; it’s true.
If I can’t be the one to love you, I just hope she does a decent job too.
I love you. I’m sorry. I’ll try to hang on for as long as I can.
But I can no longer promise that I’ll stay; please just know I’ve never met a better man.
I hope she makes you happy and that your love she’ll never outgrow.
You deserve the world, my love. I hope you understand and know.
And that’ll be the last thing you hear from me after I decide it’s time to let go.
Dec 5, 2024
Dec 5, 2024 at 5:42 PM UTC
her body shines
and twinkles
under the moonlight.
her hair cascades
over the sheets
and into oblivion.
her hands bring forth
a beautiful melody
of pleasure
derived from pain.
back arching like the sunset
over the sparkling sea--
"come before me."
Aug 16, 2023
Aug 16, 2023 at 3:45 AM UTC
one person said: "peace is nothing but illusion
all I want is retribution"
[from "Pure Power" by Zardonic]
that's something I can identify with, which is why
I decided to write this heap of lines
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on a shooting range in a boondock la[ɛ]nd
with gloves pU̲t on; sta[ɛ]nd
in front of an autocratic ruler chained
by his hands to two moola safes'
[greed]
handles looking way
like an old-fangled car directing wheel
[steering wheel]
have this die-hard fool restrained
so that he, more or less, is still
I'm not a scho[ɑ]lar who can wave
around a degree in the medics field
but it's obvi this high-hat dO̲U̲chebag's plagued
with megalomania in a neglected condition
but there's a dreadfully effectual treatment
and he'll get it like villains
quite a gruesome fate
is looming upon this power-befuddled ****
like darkened clouds that, beyo[ɑ]nd a doubt, are soon to rain
["dark end"]
like waveriders, he's go[ʌ]nna serve
["surf"]
as a punchbag for I'm in quite a mood to raze
gonna wI̲nd up as nada short
of a ****** loon today
like Battinson, clepe me Vengeance
but I'm more something like the Zorro-looking caped
anti-autocratic vigila[ɛ]nte
from the Norsefire-ruled UK
[V from "V For Vendetta"]
meets someone whose work field's tormenting
like victimizers who pertain
to LE in one tsar-sized off-putting state
[law enforcement]
you know, the one that's go[ɑ]t a putrid trait
of always posing as a side you shouldn't blame (it's all the West!)
now, let's go back to the foul autocrat
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like a snotty boss that you disdain
I give this f#cking *** a cool g'day
by douching him from a bo[ɑ]ttle full of straight-
-fro[ʌ]m-a-cooler H2O; just a fE̲w secs break
for him, & once it's U̲p, I ****** this base
creature fro[ʌ]m a stE̲wpot great
with ho[ɑ]t-a## noodles aimed into this hU̲mbug's stupid face
[the "hang noodles on the ears" expression]
pepper it with some ground 7-po[ɑ]t to boost the taste
feel how I, like a husband who betrayed
his devoted, yet testy, wife, get rudely gazed
at, racked, beda[ɛ]mned (by who?)
by food-lacking men from Africla[ɛ]nd
[Africa]
ask him: "is the provided food okay?"
zero gratitU̲de displayed
all that comes from this swine's bazoo's complaint
but it's nO̲[ɑ]t that I'm surprised
a classic pro[ɑ]sperous gobshite
repeat the tactic priorly applied
using a bucket full of maroon red paint
[autocrats have blood on their hands, hence "maroon red paint"]
like that music producer famed for dull future bass
I put on his viscous head a **** bucket
[Marshmello]
whereafter pick a wedge up & drum it
[golf wedge]
and, like a heap, I barely get started
[worn-out car]
like an unprepped passenger on an insane car ride
with no seat restraints applied
he's about to have a way hard time
I'm a cosmetic surgeon that operates part-time
fix his blamed jawline in just twain sharp swipes
with a steel bat, then yield some keen slaps
that meet his kneecaps until the knees snap
like the Baba Yaga hitman detached
from his peaceful life by someone ge[ɪ]tting him mad
[John Wick]
get his nails removed
which is pretty much the same that you do
when you repaper a room
[wall nails]
having perforated his fingertips
I get 'em plastered
a few minutes later, I rip them things
off sim. to wax strips
he gets his phA̲[eɪ]lanxes smitten with
a freaking ratchet
[rathet wrench]
pro[ɑ]b'ly, he regrets that his bo[ɑ]dy's still not dead
pick U̲p a pistol, set a drum-like clip in, get
it cocked, then shoot lead around his silhouette
till the clip has zero ammunition left
seems like this once co[ɑ]cky piece of dreck
has gotten his khaki chinos wet
but if I've go[ɑ]t him in a sweat
like a summer jo[ɑ]gger being dressed
in venthole-deficient threads
for this brash dude, there's bad news
like me when I write some sick bloodshed
sadly for him, I've not finished yet (uh-uh)
like a runner who's go[ɑ]t some distance left
to complete, & it's not as dark as things can get
'cause, like the heroine o[ʌ]f M. Streep in "Death
Becomes Her" after falling fro[ʌ]m that string of steps
I've got a somewhat twisted head
[that staircase fall scene with Madeline Ashton]
so consider this as an insult-to-inju[—]ry sesh
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grab a brace of scissors
for garden mainte[—]nance; Richard
****** Trager's here ta
get his skills of surgery trained; begin ta
amputate this creature's half-dilapidated fingers
operate at leisure getting 'em disarticulated I̲nto
twenty eight **** pieces
and cauterizing the remains with illuminated cI̲gars
fling into his piggish face some tissues
and some pain relievers
tell this nazissistic patient: "hE̲A̲l up"
**** in the sense of being "severely intolerant or dictatorial"]
let him relax for eighteen minutes
over the spa[ɛ]n of whI̲ch I put on play "La Chica
Rockabilly" & some other ro[ɑ]ckabilly
jams to make the whole vibe a mite less grisly
like an NA brown bear that is gravely injured
["mightless grizzly"; North American]
(as, in fact, this tragic-fated bleeder)
whereafter spray him with a
["wither"]
can of gas & make his dicta—torial a## go ablaze akin ta
a straw-fabricated figure
during gala days at the late of winter
[Maslenitsa effigy]
telling this piece of trash: "in case you wI̲[ɪ]nd up
in somewhat of Hades, give a
warm shalom to the infamous ******
consider this autocratic **** a sugar daddy's skirt
'cause he's gotten what he was asking for
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oh, & one thing more to say: the
nullified, like ruler's presiding terms, dictator
was known among some as "toilet sprayer"
like a scuttered urinator
Jul 27, 2023
Jul 27, 2023 at 6:21 AM UTC
I fall for you,
your irises the color of rainy mornings,
your lips weirdly pale as the winter moon.
Watch the pale snow fall, as I meet you at the woods.
Your slender body, curves I trace with my cold fingers,
from the dip of your neck, to the curve of your *******
to the dance of your hip;
I take you all in, like a breath of fresh air after diving in the deep.
Every inch of you is perfect,
so perfect that I map your pale skin
I familiarize myself with its contours,
the trace of your veins like cobbled paths in my beloved hamlet.
Then, the owl hoots, and the jay trills.
We kiss in a manner alien to mortals,
I fill you with my warmth, and you coat me with your chill
We move alongside the music of celestial spheres,
Move, then pause. Rise, then fall.
I cup your ******* as I sigh, the only living sound in the nightly woods.
Sparks exist where there is not;
You are my secret, my treasure from the world's flawed skin.
You are my blessing from the earth, the sweet fruit that bloomed from my wish.
Our clandestine love is undead— no one could **** it.
Not even the smite of angels and the curse of demons shall part our hearts.
My breath quickens,
my blood rises like the tide,
and I see supernovae, blooming deaths of countless stars.
It's as if comets passed and bathed me with their light.
I am blinded.
My breath slowly stills, warmer than morning dew.
You'll always be my secret.
Too bad I dig you up each night.
Sep 5, 2022
Sep 5, 2022 at 7:29 AM UTC
I dream of leathered men, I dream of you, touching me, ******* me, loving me.
Hold me in your clutch, dominate me, make me yours.
Your voice like velvet, and your body like diamond.
Cut me, mark me, I am your canvas.
I am your art.
The cruelest artist with a delicate touch.
I beg of you.
I whimper in pleasure.
More please.
"Be a good boy for me" "yes sir" on my knees. Complete submission.
Take me to space.
Make me forget all that came before you.
Jul 9, 2022
Jul 9, 2022 at 11:31 AM UTC
An oversexed foreigner; you
play and dom me for fun.
Prefers a physical touch: you.
Inexhaustible you claim to be,
my energetic friend,
then fall asleep on top of me.
Yet I wouldn't change a thing,
my hypocritical fiend;
you're still such a sweet thing.
~ A.M, F.H.
Mar 16, 2022
Mar 16, 2022 at 2:41 PM UTC
relational nightmare yet vague dream of a greenless dayless slumber: night time jack with wood sprawled between his toes: four eyes and mounds of almonds for teeth, yet similar to a burly real husk-man, he stayed inside for the night: camping gear yet no shiny pearls or watch, just his axe and lovely jewels with kind eyes and brimming toothy-sandstone smile — candy man simmering in astral cream, related back to me and my angels as he waves at me like a sunny day, bringing forth the sun vignetted trees and leaves: waves of autumn and spring sprushing by us all from his slick finger. sounds hissing from his mouth and he wills his body to change with his mind, yellow construction and a **** of his teeth. fire spouts from the hole he made and he blows upon life to enforce its behavior: like its shape, he takes forth the sun as a present to the man-fire and bakes it in the earthenware cast. forgiven, again, once more for the hand rolling nature; he sweats yet wipes it off with the sand upon the ground. a towel blanket he’s made out of chimes, bells, whistles, and tones. cycling sounds produces a color of slight orange tinged with yellowish trinkets: makes my ******** cause a flurry, a flustered sight between my buttocks and the flabbergasted nature of this man. he paws and gropes at the brown fat mass upon my back side, beard full and beard sprung, playing and kicking my buttocks as if it was his toy and for this moment I loved to be this toy for him: wet creamery slides down from in between my thighs, a view from the front reveals the lowercase “w” shaped hanging buttocks cheeks I have, large and full, now in his slender vainglorious hands: surprised at the texture of my meat and surprised at his enjoyment of my derrière. the jiggling flesh bounces in his palms and my thighs and waist become his. my froth leaks from me and my roundabout teats become hardwired and ready to socket. the plump globes lift from my chest, and before he takes them in his hands, his anterior is now glued to my posterior: screams of songs delightfully escaped my mouth, rescued by his joyous moans that catches mine in the air: frivolous fribjous day! this man takes my chest, as they are his pearls, takes what is his, gropes and squeezes and pushes hope into my large milk-swollen teats: picking at my rock ******* thrusting his extended ***** boneless member into the soft slivet between my juicy ebony cheeks: his fair hands squeeze, pull, press, takes; his hips ****** rub, grind, and gives. his slender hips engulfed within the creamy huge flesh of my buttocks and his pink lips attach and **** to my dark neck: he takes me! I push myself back, leading our bodies myself to the couch beneath him, our bodies stretched backwards and now my head rests on his shoulder, my ******* lifted and pointed in the air with his hands stuck onto my round dewdrops on my chest, and his hard fleshy pink man sliding into my wet hot ebony crevice: deititious nectar oozes from us both, slides and thrusts and our bodies dancing on one another: I bounce on top of him, my pillowy large buttocks slapping against his crotch and his regal hands cup my ******* that jiggle and bounce against his palms: my moans synchronize to the thump, slap, slap, thump of his strong pelvis pressing against my large buttocks as he lodges his thick and large ***** inside of my soft, blossomed flower: he forgets where he begins and I end as we merge into this melody of body, moans, and my head turns to his to kiss and our tongues entangle and move over each other’s bumpy wet soft surfaces: pink upon pink. his soft fair hands move to my waist while my tongue explores his mouth, moving my body up and down faster and slamming himself into me harder and harder: hitting me, my sweet ******** area, until my pinky ****** love clasps and spasms tightly around him, my goddess flower clamping tightly onto his god stem, only releasing her yonic juices that have filled the rivers, seas, and oceans; he fills me with his ***** his seed that has created trees, fruit, mountains — together we have made life, we have made the universe.
Oct 28, 2021
Oct 28, 2021 at 11:20 PM UTC