#stings
Thy Woman is a Queen of Passion,
pull Her closer to U at 1 am.
She's a Royal and smells of Hope.
See that U savor Her till 1 pm.
At Night, She will stir up your Soul.
With a Tongue that Stings and Whips.
She will paint your Chest and Thighs,
With those pink and sultry Lips.
She's intense and full of Feelings
and U have, a lot more to Learn.
Her Passions know all the places.
Where at Night, they have to Burn.
U will be caught, in Her World of Ecstasy
and When your Love joy, begins to Drip.
Keep Dancing your flesh with desires,
as U savor your Woman in Sips.
Sep 30, 2023
Sep 30, 2023 at 8:50 AM UTC
Getting out of one’s comfort zone,
Trying out travelling alone,
Making decisions that are risk-prone,
Is no doubt difficult - like trying to live without a phone!
Often leads to breakdowns,
Often makes one look like a clown
And often makes one frown.
But then if one doesn’t live for these things,
They are just like a bird without wings.
Even if their day-to-day life doesn’t sting,
They miss out on life and all that it brings.
Aug 2, 2020
Aug 2, 2020 at 8:28 AM UTC
Your absence still stings
Without you by my side find
I am not myself
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 8:19 PM UTC
I stare at my reflection and recognize,
All the things I used to hate about my irrelevant being.
Pale skin and freckled cheeks.
I see my self at the age of 7,
Applying thick layers of lotion on my skin.
Hopping they would disappear.
I smile as I take a look
At my fun-sized body.
Walking in my mothers heels
When she wasn’t home.
Hopping someday I would grow.
I get closer and gaze into my eyes.
Crazy shaking, boring brown.
I used to draw my self,
Wanting still watery eyes.
I spot the scars on my skin,
Trying to hide them under my skirt on my first date.
I am mid twenties now,
And I stare at my reflection.
I recognize my father in my freckles,
I feel 153cm of fun in my body,
I see sunlight
And
Written pages in my eyes.
I relive memories with every scar.
I learned to love,
But please teach me now...
How to love the growing pain
And my deeply scared soul.
How to love the drunk girl
In ***** clubs.
How to love the person,
I try to bury every night.
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 4:50 PM UTC
She came at night, touched
me,bit me and ****** slowly,
****** mosquito!
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 4:50 PM UTC
I know it stings,
But don't let it poison you.
I know it hurts,
But don't let it destroy you.
I know it burns,
But don't let it consume you.
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 6:50 AM UTC
You're little mental stings hit my mind
But it's not that i don't know where to find
Them
I think this is a losing battle
And its better to disperse
Because nobody wants a curse
I don't what's tainted to be worse
You threw me off course
When you say certain statements
I hate negative isolation and abatement
It feels like there's anthills of misfortune and i can't stand it.
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 5:27 PM UTC
The cuts turned into scars
Months ago
But I still flinch when
The showers spray
Touches it
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 3:31 AM UTC
First time is the worst
But the second still stings like hell
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 6:47 AM UTC
i can love the moon, and the flowers.
its time that i come out of the dark.
rise up from my ashes and let myself be put back together.
its time that i feel the suns warmth on my skin,
but also be strong enough to feel the bees stings that pierce, and hurt me.
its time to embrace life, and all of it.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 2:05 AM UTC
He does not give me butterflies
Anymore.
No, the feeling he gives me in my stomach,
It stings.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 9:49 AM UTC
*Dripping honey
Attracted to the honeycomb
Beware! Bee stings…*
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 2:11 AM UTC
It burns your entire body
to continue loving someone
who no longer loves you back
And it stings deep inside your heart
to love them
knowing that they love someone else
with all of their heart
But it will **** you
to stop loving them
By Chloe Elizabeth
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 10:06 PM UTC
Today I jumped off a cliff
And as I fell I could only think of what was to come
Falling, I dove until I pierced the cold dark waters
The bitter salt stinging my eyes as I try to rise above
Only to realize the harsh waves pushing me down
The struggle to keep my head above
The struggle to breath
Below me,
I feel the hundred of bites from sharks
Their sharp teeth in my skin
dragging me down
And the thousands of jellyfish stings
weakening me
forcing me down
forcing me to blend in and become one of them
But I can't
I must prevail
I must take on the pain
I must move on
And as I pull free and swim further away I hear them call
You're weird! You're ugly!You're an outcast!
And though the words constantly replay in my mind
I must use them as strength to move on
I must succeed
I must push through the waves
I must ignore the pain.the stings, the bites.
I must swim against the current.
I must fight it.
Although they still try to drag me down
Try to make me like them
I can never be...
I can only be me...
For my island, my home, my sanctuary.
is not far away...
I must be free...
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC
The very last words of that one story,
the terribly short quote her fingertips traced on her wrists at 4 am then again at 11am.
The very last words to him.
Reminds her of
cold tea,
unfinished stories with no end
&
undone smiles.
Far too scared to write last words,
eventually she became one.
The irony is stinging.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 8:58 AM UTC