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 Oct 2014 Tommy Johnson
Xan Abyss
She is like a fire in my soul, I crave her
Flesh against flesh, only she livens me
A slave to my lust, entranced by her beauty
I have a need to see her in pain
And in my mind, these visions I have of her
Kneeling before me, expectantly waiting
With bruises and bites, the marks of my love
Unsatisified, my longing increases

An ordinary name turns to a divine symphony
When uttered, but only with her in mind
This goddess I must make my slave
Though she'll be forever the one in control

Waking dreams of sordid acts
Fill my mind each night and day
I close my eyes and watch her body writhe
With agony and ecstasy
I pull her closer into me
And feel a pleasure so intense I wonder if I've died

She begs me to call her a *****
My hands around her neck
As I feel each breath travel in and out
And study the curve of her back

Consumed and enthralled, she whispers my name
My name is the sound of victory
Dark queen of desire, let us bathe in this fire
Of passion burning blissfully

In this, our inferno of celestial sin
Where unbridled lust meets uncovered skin
Her deafening rapture that shakes her throughout
Is all that can quell my burning within
This was one of my first 'lust odes' ever written, and it was written for/about a 'lesbian.'
Some people want
nothing to do with you
until your success
becomes something
that they **envy
Don't let those people fool you.
By Arcassin Burnham




Prisms on the rise,
I can't let them down,
My girlfriend is a goddess,
Far distance for now,
And 10 years from now I'll be telling my kids that,
Their dad wanted to be the greatest,
With y'all I finally had,
Your mother was the reasons
I quit have all the dreams that were bad,
Situations be pleading,
Off the love that we have,
Left one group,
Got in another that wasn't right for me,
I need my own speed,
People just like me,
Yearning for the same thing,
Beyond prosperity.
 Oct 2014 Tommy Johnson
Erenn
Burnt within his heart's agony
Forsaken by the moon
Bestowed by her eternal curse
He couldn't breathe
He's drowning in fear
The innocent he'd slayed
These dreams only made it worse

His prose structured constellations
Aligning to his onus
Reliance to the innocence that still resides
Wondering why the stars denied him
The hopes he had, diminished in an instant

"Why me!!?"
He growled with remorse
He didn't want this
He became what he hated
He became the vital source of hatred

His only solace was the sun
He once relented the only source-
That gave him light
Light of hope that never runs out

Staring at that silver spear
He picked it up, smiling

*And ended his life
Ever since i was kid.
I was so fascinated by werewolves.
Would go to the library just to read about them.
I would imagine myself being one biting my dad's arms.
Waiting till midnight, and i would go "Awoooooooooooo!!"
Simply i just love them.
And i wrote a werewolves's perspective being one.
How he hated himself.
Dedicated to this year's Halloween:)
Happy Halloween everyone!:D
Replacing skin for fur,
That groan becomes a growl.
Those teeth to fangs.
Hands and feet to paws.

Morphing in the moonlight,
I strive to desire.
As White wolf,
I am apart of the moon.

I feel her sadness,
As she stares down at Mother Earth,
Her mind unwilling.
To desire him.

A howl escapes my jowls,
As one responds.
So loud and close,
I have caught my find.

Pounding into the earth,
I struggle to run faster.
Beyond the grove,
Is a male adolescent.

I wish to meet him..
I can almost smell his scent...
I put your memories in a box
(I didn't want to need them anymore)
But I couldn't close the lid

I stared at those memories in a box
For a week or maybe three
Wondering if you had your own box
Or was it only me?

I got lost in those memories in a box
The way it felt when we kissed
Bedtime stories
and your fingers in my hair
The smell of your soap
The warmth of your arms
and the sound of I love you in my ear

I looked at those memories
with a smile and a bittersweet sigh

I put your memories in a box
and today I closed the lid
I'm getting into that rut again  
the same one as before
Day after day of nothing
The empty hallways full of people
One second of laughter
And then blank...
Even thinking about the wrong memories, colours me
a deep shade of melancholy blue

A strict routine of self loathing
has done me no good
And that most yellowest of adventures is over
that glint of sun I almost reached has been worse than lost
Tossed away under tidal waves of midnight ocean in a dusty glass sphere
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