#thrills
I rest better
knowing he was here
and that he’ll come back
you know how a puppy jumps
for joy at reunion with its master?
Though he is not my master,
that’s me,
waiting at the door
all senses armed
ready to explode with joy.
Wanting the moment
when he walks through the door
smiles, and hugs me
like he wants to squeeze me flat.
“Do you think about me as much as I think about you?”
He asked, loosening his hold so I could breathe.
“Probably not,” I lied.
“Savageery,” he said, chuckling.
.
.
Songs for this:
This kiss is Mine tonight by Spongetones
I Can't Help Loving That Man by Björk
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 1:05 PM UTC
There is a kind of silence
That takes my breath away
In the precious moment
Of a brand new day
The Birdies sing
And my heart sings along
Together - Together
Love is our song
Yes I love to greet the morning
Beyond the stars and dreams
See the clouds of darkness
Slowly disappear
The Peek-a-boo
A surprise to see
The new day - new day
Thrills me
The new day - new day
Thrills me
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
DLR
16.11.2025
☼ ♡ ƸӜƷ ❀ ♬
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 5:14 PM UTC
smoking like a chimney
exterminating the negativity within me
each **** relaxes my worrisome bones
each stroke relaxes the perpetual unknown
from this vice to that
from peace to combat
the contrasting colors within me
is why I'll smoke like a chimney
until cheap thrills **** me
Apr 10, 2023
Apr 10, 2023 at 12:14 PM UTC
Coming apart at the seams, troubled even in my dreams
Losing my mind to thrills, cheap or otherwise
I want to make myself scream, sadly, no words are to be seen
But maybe I will cackle, make a scene
Amused at my past selves' hubris, wondering
which way bends the stream
Oct 14, 2022
Oct 14, 2022 at 7:08 AM UTC
Just one iota
of that teenaged brio,
utterly fearless in the way
slim life allows,
would power our souls for
whole years
fears, as they come,
are whispered on sharp minutes,
on slow hour memories,
on broken days, lost
in an oubliette
desperate for a single glimmer
youth can be reckless
self-sabotaged and trite
but by god,
there are lessons in the might of it
in spite of it
if we stop,
look
and listen
#emmaraducanu #youth #joy #riskreward #thrills #liveloud #rageagainstthedyingofthelight
Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 7:24 AM UTC
Life offers
Beautiful
Unexpected moments
Raw and Untouched
I found them
In
The face of a new friend
Surprises and
Smiles
Vulnerability
Silence and
Laughter
2 am tears
Hugs and
Goodbyes
Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 7:43 PM UTC
She sat straight and suave by the bar counter. Her brown, wavy hair
curved along her delicate waist. Her long and manicured fingers gently
held her glass of whiskey and she took sips from it, gazing off into space.
She likened the least bit of a celebrated model with high fashion looks or
one of a potential bud waiting to be found, but she was beauty
unfathomable. So intricately built was her face, that the matted lipstick
on her full lips felt honored within its contours and peaks and the
eyeliner sought delight in adding a magical depth to her dark brown
eyes.
But she sat there alone.
She was the only glowing light in the dimly lit bar, in the form of an
alluring pulchritude, but neither did she have any man flocking within
inches of her nor any woman as company.
“Sameer! 10 o’clock! In white. God, she’s a stunner!”, Ishaan remarked.
“Not now, Ish. I need to send this e-mail to Jeff right now. Gotta impress
that American and lock my possibility of a promotion.” said Sameer
typing his e-mail with one hand and sipping his beer from another.
“Then, we are off from here. Too tired to flirt tonight.”, Sameer
responded in an unvarying tone.
“I don’t know, man. There’s something about her. Who knows, she’d
probably be far better than that chick you wooed last week.”, Ishaan
laughed as he said.
“The one who cuddled her teddy bear at the end of the night? I felt done,
dude.”, Sameer sighed and continued tapping on his keypad.
A few minutes later, Sameer veered his head off his smartphone and
looked at the direction his friend had been pointing at with a curious
expression only a man could produce.
She sat there smiling at a group singing the Happy Birthday song aloud
for their friend, clanging their beer bottles with each other’s and
bellowing cheers.
Whilst Sameer sat there staring. She was one of the most beautiful
woman he had ever seen. Although, he realised he had associated himself
with that statement before, but tonight, this woman raised the bar high.
Almost as if struck by an intuition, she turned towards Sameer and their
eyes locked for a few seconds before she let go with an innocent smile
that almost seemed to ****** him.
She continued to drink her glass of spirit and engaged herself in a small
talk with the bartender.
“Hey, um Ishaan?”
“Yeah?”
“Let’s go. Gulp your beer down, I’ll be waiting in the car.”, Sameer took
one last look at that bedazzling woman and walked out of the bar with a
heavy sigh.
“You’re funny. A guy like you lets go of a girl who looked so worth the
attention which you give to all the other stupid advances out there.
Lame.”, Ishaan shook his head and almost looked disappointed.
“Well, you should’ve given your shot, if you felt I was being an *** in
there.”, Sameer pulled the car off the parking lot.
“I don’t think I could have, actually. I could have, but I don’t think I
could have, you know.”
“What do you mean?”
“You can’t deny it but she was fiercely intimidating.”
Sameer looked at Ishaan and smiled.
Watching the man leave the bar, she drank the last sip from her glass,
placed it on the counter with a faint thud, sighed and eventually smiled,
tucking the flick of her hair behind her ear.
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 1:14 PM UTC
I'll cry you a river,
so I can bath in salty,
bright and perfect pain.
Let me shiver from
the words you tell me.
Let me drown
in emotional aching.
Let me summon
tenderness in my bones.
Make me cry I said,
and so the monster did.
Breathing like a beast
so much that only a priest
would be able to save
a nun like me.
For I go to church
and cry for my God
every Sunday
to Monday.
What God didn't know
was that crying means more
than sadness to me.
It means pleasure in ways
that are rotten and spoiled.
It means the Devils hands touch me
without God's permission.
Oh God, secrets are fun
and thrills run
up and down
so much that I end with a crown.
And I don't need your approval
for I've done it already
and I dare do it again
and again and again.
Till I'll make you cry and you'll
be just like me.
Even if you don't agree.
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC
her heart beats a tattoo
against my belly
her head rests
against my chest
giving love to a monster is taboo
and when she does it,
she thrills me
again and again and again
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 9:29 PM UTC
Honey and lies
Pour from your eyes,
Strip off your skin
And try ours on for size.
If it fits, let it sit,
Let it settle down,
Then wipe off the dirt
And watch us all drown.
Oh, how hard to be trapped underground
Don't make a sound 'cause there's people around
And they don't want to lick our wrists clean
We drink up our syrup
And don't make a scene
Candy canes and you win alone
Sugar glaze and a mind of stone
Sweeter days and you send the rats out
To whittle us down to the bone
Lavender skies
And existing to die
Another world crumbles
And the internet cries
And it fits, doesn't it,
With the human frame?
We learn
We advance
We remain the same.
Oh, how hard to be watching them burn
A crisis returns and the leading man earns
And babies bawl and the gun shots are dire
But we get a thrill from fearing the fire
Candy canes and we choke alone
Sugar glazes and stomachs of stone
Sweeter lies and apathy comes
To whittle us down to the bone.
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 2:02 PM UTC
Thoughts, ideals, body thrills
ruled by something.
Blindly or do you know?
I wish I could tell you
but it's too mean.
Goes to show
you didn't learn to look the future in the eyes.
Instead, you walked right past the mirror.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 12:47 AM UTC
Something about rain thrills me,
Chills me,
Makes me shiver to the core.
Sends pure ecstasy through my veins.
Something about a storm excites me,
Ignites in me,
A sense of wanting more.
Begging for an adventure to begin.
Something about the sounds calms me,
Yet alarms me.
Makes me want to race through the storm,
Laughing as I jump into its games.
Something about the smell
Portrays in me,
A delicate being,
Waiting to be born.
-ALC December 23, 2016
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 2:58 AM UTC
a lynch-man
in the Tennessee hills
had run out of hanging thrills
so he decided
to travel
a few hundred miles
crossing the border
into Arkansas
with his new hemp ropes
at the ready
he sized up
the governor's and his spouse's
necks
saying nonchalantly to himself
what the heck
then over the highest branch
he flung the noosing strings
and corralled
the wicked corrupt two
into an inescapable pen
round their napes
he placed
the stricture of the knots
which he'd pulled
very tight
and said farewell
saying to them
hang on
I'll be back later
to see how you're both fairing
on his slow return
Bill and Hillary
were silently gagged
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 7:44 PM UTC
I can do this!
Or not?
I will be okay!
Will I?
I'm perfectly happy!
Am I?
I don't need anybody else!
Really?
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 11:25 AM UTC
Those piercing eyes,
Cause piercing cries,
That cut the night,
To be devoured by flies.
All the wise,
Will seek demise,
When the only prize,
Is foolish delight.
Have a bite,
Of broken ties,
And lover's pies,
Caked in lies.
A woman dies,
In fading light,
Of teeming fright,
From piercing stares.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 8:33 PM UTC
Is difficult to come by
These days
It seems trends
Take prevalence
Over genuine creativity
Replicating what's in
And it's shameful
All that's needed
Is the thrill
Of discovery
Taking risks
What's needed
Is originality
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 11:52 AM UTC
*Your love is like skydiving,
an unnerving thought,
breathless & intoxicating
elevations beyond exhilarating,
as it transforms life's panorama
nothing seemed ever the same,
after the thrill of the fall*
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC
Blades and Band-Aids,
Concealers and Pain Relievers,
Sleeping Pills and Abandoned Trills,
Tired Eyes and a Young Sunrise,
Friends That Can Care While I Despair.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
The wisps of smoke in the air,
the hazy vision from the short-lived high.
The cheap thrills on the road to nowhere,
drunk off stolen ***** from the cupboard of your house.
The pulse of your heart in beat with the music,
the remedy of your depression coursing through your veins.
The unfeigned laughter and guileless smiles,
this is what it means to be part of the misguided youth.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 2:00 PM UTC
We blink quickly,
so that we miss nothing,
we compact an entire lifetime within an allotted time of two hours and a small two minute window for creditentials that acknowledge 1,326 people,
not including "special thanks,"
we indulge on the dramatized events that may or may not have happened, We thrive on sports that televise a group of ten to twenty-two grown men that run fast jump quickly, and
dance weirdly,
but that is the pursuit of thrills
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC