#nudes
There was a young man who could paint
He was not known for using restraint
He'd paint things he likes
Such as **** women on bikes
They're good. But Picasso they ain't
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 5:57 PM UTC
My wings fracture as you demand what I cannot give,
Images of my form,
though I've whispered no.
In this strange dance, I despise the shell and cherish the soul within—
Yet you remain blind to its glow.
Your eyes seek only bare skin; they dismiss my silent plea.
Dec 26, 2024
Dec 26, 2024 at 4:01 PM UTC
Nudes, that's what you wanted me to send you
I didn't want to disappoint, so I sent them to you
I was only 11-12
I looked as small as a elf
You were high
Yet, your parents nor did anyone bat an eye
You were 13
I was dating a teen
Who made me feel like looks were what only mattered
You made my life shattered
Even more than it was already
To face the treatment I received
I was deceived
I thought you were going to treat me nice
But all you handed me was a piece of ice
Covered in a sugar coating
But it was slowly rotting
Since day one
You were that someone
That I truly loved
You were that person that I trusted
Nudes were all you wanted
To **** were all you wanted
I was scared - uncomfortable
So all I put on the table
Was a photo of my upper body without my shirt and only my bra
It made me uncomfortable with just my bra
Though, I didn't want to disappoint
I wish that I could've made a point
That I was still young
Way too young
To do that
I've realized I committed a crime
Without getting a single dime
Out of it
I hated every single second of it
All I wanted was to be loved
And all you wanted was me to be ******
By you
You wanted me to be underneath you
You ***** piece of ****
I keep thinking about it
All the moments
On all months
How did I like someone like you?
Someone as perverted like you?
You're disgusting
You're revolting
You're so lucky I haven't told your mother about anything you did and said
Now that I think about it, I should tell her about all the things you did and said
Your actions can make your life a living hell
And I'll make it even worse than hell
I hope your life becomes shattered
Just like you shattered
Mine.
Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 2:32 PM UTC
I am the girl you see in movies,
portrayed by a woman's body,
I am the kid that wanted to play,
but was shut down for her curves,
I am the one that always hated her body,
for being mature and grown before she was,
I was the child,
that was mad they never got love,
and only ever blamed it on their body,
that movie was almost over,
until i saw darkness in gloom,
i thought it was light so i rushed,
it made me love my body,
it made me forget that times i was hurt,
it made me become the woman my body so badly wanted to be,
a *****
i found out i was in darkness now in gloom,
tried to go back fast,
but the child that i once was,
is now nothing but gone.
Oct 27, 2024
Oct 27, 2024 at 4:30 PM UTC
i fear my perception of love is inadequate.
quick naked pictures,
compliments i drown in.
silent,
hours go by and i feel like a ghost,
invisible to the naked eye,
until i am giving,
and i am seen.
Apr 27, 2023
Apr 27, 2023 at 10:14 PM UTC
you told me to send a picture
i looked another way
you told me to send a picture
i laughed it away
you told me to send a picture
again and again and again
i cared too much not to cave
i wish my **** form could be sculpted like clay
i tuck my necklace away
i try lip-biting, play with lighting,
hiding
my tan line from last summer
you tell me to send a picture
i have it ready
quivering, quaky fingers
quickly, quietly,
hit send
you tell me i did a good job
when the chat reloads, its gone.
you reply for two more days.
you ghost me.
Oct 10, 2021
Oct 10, 2021 at 8:41 PM UTC
i remember confiding in you.
telling you about the men who stole from me,
tore apart my flesh,
took everything i had when i was too young to understand i was losing something,
and i remember your face.
your face was filled with pain as you told me it wasn’t my fault,
that i did nothing wrong and there was nothing more i could’ve done,
you were going to be the good i saw in men.
i remember when i told you about the boys who asked me for pictures.
and all of the lies they told to force me into doing it,
saying they would come to my house and do the things that those men had done,
i was afraid.
but when i told you there was promise and hope in your eyes,
comforting me telling me that once again,
i was not to blame.
you were going to be the good i saw in men.
and then you became worse than the men i had told you about.
each and every one.
you said it you wanted me to become comfortable in my body.
you said that you knew how insecure i was and wanted to make me feel better about myself.
you said i had to because if i could do it for other guys, i owed it to him.
you said you were going to **** yourself if i didn’t.
i loved you,
and i think i always will.
you made me realize that there is no good in men,
and for the two years you forced me into submission,
i will never get the part of myself that you stole back.
Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 4:58 PM UTC
She hangs nudes on her wall
Of a society vulnerable
A people helpless
Of a dawn they hope
To array their fears
Their sorrows console
And vanish their misery
©
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 5:13 AM UTC
What gives you the right?
To shame a girl's body
Then stalk her and find all her ***** secrets
To send out pictures not meant for your eyes
To make her shamed to exist
What gives you the right?
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 10:40 PM UTC
she gave me her nudes
she was bare
and naked
and so out
and open
and i willingly
accepted it
because it wasnt the nudes
that showed her body
the physical aspects
that made her beautiful
it was the words
she didnt choose
and the spontaneity
that left her
either from her lips
or her fingers
or ink
she was as bare
as her nudes
and i accepted
her for her.
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC
Your polaroids came in the mail today.
At first, I didn't know what to say.
Your body makes me hot and bothered.
You act as if you want me tortured.
I set the photos ablaze.
Never again. I'll forget those days.
I'll forget when you touched me, and kissed me all over.
I'll forget the time you picked me a four-leaf clover.
More polaroids you sent to me.
I didn't want to say it, but I'm filled with glee.
But I won't forget what you did in the past.
If I wanted these photos, I would've just asked.
I set the photos ablaze.
Never again. I'll forget those days.
I'll forget when we flirted, and you would get flattered.
I'll forget when you said I was the only thing that mattered.
Why do you post them every single week?
But I couldn't help but give them a peek.
Your body sets my ***** on fire.
Your voice sounds like an angel's choir.
I leave the photos on my desk.
A small part of me doesn't want to forget.
What we did, what happened, all you've done to me.
I thought that I was safe, that I had been set free.
Today I touched myself, looking at you.
It's your fault, you know? You cause all the crazy things I do.
Your thighs always call my name.
That's why it's you to blame.
Why did you send the photos?
When I saw them I completely froze.
Did you want to **** with my mind?
The past is the past, leave it behind.
You're naked in every single one of these.
Although arousing, they fill me with unease.
I don't know what you want from me.
What the **** do you want us to be?
We ended years ago, the past is the past.
I need to get out, I need to fast.
Your face is everywhere I go.
This is all your fault, you already know.
Why do you wish to torment me?
Why can't you leave me be?
Yet I always come running back.
Maybe it's because you're a snack.
You're unhealthy and bad for me.
But you're tasty and don't cost a fee.
Maybe it isn't so bad.
Maybe I'm a little glad.
I hate the photos that you send.
I hate the fact we were never even friends.
But if you ever stop loving me, I'll break.
Everything you do, causes me to ache.
What the **** is this?
I constantly melt into your kiss.
What the **** do you want us to be?
I don't even remember who I am anymore.
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 7:52 AM UTC
Send Nudes
No, not you. Me.
No, not like that. I'll keep My clothes on.
Can I send nudes:
Myself, stripped.
Stripped of facades
Of pride
Of the masquerades.
Can I send you me:
the me of private
of insecurity,
the me I am when no one else is around.
Because no one knows that **** me,
and thus
I don't ever feel truly wanted.
Or truly known.
Can you bear it?
If I were to bare it?
Just let me know.
So, should I
Send Nudes?
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 6:35 PM UTC
Hey you love me right?
Let me send you something
Let me intrude into your thoughts
When I am not there
See my naked body flash before you on that tiny screen
Did you get it?
Let me send another and another and another
Until all you can do is bleed from your cheeks
Until that pit in your stomach begins to tighten
Until you want that sweet, sweet sorrow filled ecstasy only I can provide
Now I can stand before you
The nudes I sent were sanded down
I was the epitome of what a **** really is
Not one stray hair visible
Not one, single intrusion
But here I am
Rough bumps, bones sticking out, intrusive hairs
But when I am not a **** I am your girl
So sail across the sea that dips down in the hollow of my back
Hike your way up mountains made of thighs
Let me show you something
Put your fingers in
Everything feels so soft and warm right?
Now take them away from me
Lick the lust from between your fingers
Does it taste like vanilla and caramel?
Make me yours
But you can’t
Or is it that you won’t?
You may even refuse to
So a **** can cause chaos on a sun filled day?
But honey I am a thunderstorm
I sanded myself down
I became a **** all for you
So what happens when my own fingers trace my hip bones?
When I climb the mountains?
Can you be jealous of something you never even had?
*** now please’ flashed at you
My teeth seem to rip into my own lust
Yet all you want are my nudes
You don’t want me fully and entirely
Is It alright for me to sink my own teeth in?
Until nudes and lust come flowing out
Oh but wait, they will wrap around you completely
Because my nudes and lust will always come back to you
So you love me right?
Let me send you something
Another **** appears
And another
And another
And another
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 10:49 PM UTC
there is.
a ladybug on the ceiling.
there is nothing more.
maybe a lady on the negatives
on a 35mm in
a pawnshop.
but there is
a ladybug on the ceiling.
they are the same
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 2:57 PM UTC
Glossy lost eyes meet you in the back hallway, your carrying a box to the rehearsal room and she is walking back to grab more.
Alone in the hallway, only seconds before someone will turn the corner and your moment will be a blurry memory of the 300 hall.
¨do you regret it?"She asks, voice like the sound of a mouse, You did that to her. She cant even make eye contact with you. You ruined that friendly relationship between you two.
You were drunk you tell your self, its not your fault.
You did not know that it would ruin her,
and soon its too late, another student is turning the corner, calling her name so he could catch up.
You turn away, and keep walking, and maybe if you had a little more time you could tell her:
Yes I regret it, I regret every day hurting you and ruining our friend ship over a picture. I miss your hazels eyes looking at me while you laugh, I miss it all.
but thats what happens in high school **** love.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 11:16 AM UTC
*****
Abused.
Photographed in the ****
or even,
had a sextual comment told too.
Doesn't label you,
anything less than how you see you.
So stop **** shaming your victimized chicks,
who didn't seem to like you from your un puberized ****
No one asked for this ****
so do not blame them for it,**
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
I am worth more than my *******
My body is worth more than your ***** desires
If you lust after me then prove your desires through a song, written words or simple communication
Do not send me your less than mediocre ungroomed extremitie in a snap
With the word ******* written on it
Take you and your salivating mouth elsewhere
If all you see me for is my *******
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 8:37 PM UTC
I may of had shown you,
*my body,
on my camera,
on my Skype,*
But Know that I had trusted you,
*with my body,
when you said you weren't recording,
when you really were,*
Know you,
*can never be forgive for the blackmail you pulled on me,
the hurtful words you mindlessly sent like typing away at,
the someone who's nothing is a funny little innocent game,*
and you,
*hurt me the most when you could type away all day long,
like the fact that I was a human being with a soul meant nothing,
like how your words of trust should of been left for nothing,*
But you,
*play it off as if it was a joke because I did something wrong,
When I asked you as I cried because I though my life was over,
When ever I hurt you what ever I said I'm sorry*
**I said I'm ******* sorry to you,**
*When you should of said it to me,
you should of stopped ******* with me,
you just wouldn't stop,*
I told you,
*That I barley am going anywhere,
and you don't get to take the little hope I have left,
and throw it the **** away like everyone else,*
I told you,
*that Yes I made a mistake in trusting you,
but I have been ******* over by too many people,
but I never once thought it be you,*
I told you,
*That I never asked to get *****
I have no value in the body my soul walks in each and every day,
I told you everything you already knew about me,*
and you,
*still didn't ******* stop trying to hurt me,
you told me to **** myself,
you said I'm nothing more then a fat **** for guys who can't get anyone,*
you,
******* you made me cry even harder,
telling me your going to post it on my Facebook,
telling me your going to send it to my school,*
You,
*Made me black out,
because I couldn't calm down,
Because I couldn't deal with you and everyone in this **** town,*
You.
*were not going to be the reason I cant leave this hell hole,
but you were the reason I broke a almost four month clean stride,
but I don't remember **** from that night,*
**I wrote **** you,**
Justin *on my skin as if that ink could get all the pain you caused out,
and it clearly couldn't
and I told you,*
you win,
*because I didn't wanna play with the devil,
when you had no sympathy for others,
when you held my entire life in your* hand,
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC
People diein' on the streets.
****** puddles at our feets.
But we could be a family.
We could be a whole.
We could be together.
But no one could be cold.
If we could live on an island,
no hate,
no guns,
no war.
We'd look back and wonder,
what was it all for?
People diein' on the streets.
****** puddles at our feets.
Gangs,
tempts,
nudes,
exempts.
We sit at desk,
eating or eaten.
we laughed at or laughing.
beating or bleedin'.
We know the truth, but call it cruel.
The cruel one is we, the blind fool.
People diein' on the streets
****** puddles at our feets.
Who shot the most guns?
Who then killed them all?
Who didn't mind a casualty?
Who could be responsible?
"Not me!" we cry,
"I'm a good soul."
But even if we declined,
can I be told where they go?
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC