"fiending" poems
so deep i'm touching you spine
the feeling blowing your mind
our stars aligned,
now you climaxing
over this mountain we climb
your body a shrine,
so close its feeling like mine
the way that you grind,
so divine and its only getting better with time
getting harder as I listen to your breathing
moaning louder as I move it with you, your body I'm kneading
my body's been feening this whole evening
you are what I've been needing.
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 6:38 PM UTC
midnight skin blanketing
******* toned hips
a warm tongue points;
this
the taste of ecstasy on my
fingertips
taunts the rehab in my touch
yearning to risk it
pills litter stone-wood floors
as we **** through flaws
**** feelings carpet the inner raw**
moaning and creaking
of hard wood
boards
wild moods
bodies wet
clinging sensual monsoon
fiending for a fixing
we cut through
bleeding lust
******
sheets whispering drops of
crimson truth
as familiar sensations pulsate
we gyrate
losing focus of whose waist
hanging onto
****
don’t wait
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC
As her eyes teased me,
She pleased me,
fiending for my touch,
her skin needs me - she feeds me.
Playing with my needs, she seized my attention.
Taking over, I flipped her over,
using my T-shirt to tie her hands together
The tighter I squeeze them, the further her legs spread apart,
like a piece of art,
however
I flipped her unto her stomach,
face down *** up, So I could lick it up
***** poking out, so I **** it up
tongued it down
Deep moans guide my touch
lips, once pink, now blush; flush with lust
Pulled her to the edge of the bed,
then slowly filled her up
Claiming every inch of her
as mine, I can’t seem to get enough
The hunger burning in her eyes,
this is more that just a ****
Apr 5, 2022
Apr 5, 2022 at 4:44 PM UTC
There is this woman with stringy brown hair
Blue polka-dotted shirt, the same one
Head droops down
The weight of melancholy stampedes her to near-death.
She hardly holds herself up straight
She barely looks me in the eyes, she is shamed
Every time, she is paler and paler
Every time, gets the same comfort treat, maybe this will help this time
Maybe,
This time.
Chocolate peanut butter flavor with hot fudge and whipped cream
I am the only one who notices her slight shaking..
Fiending? Needing?
$4.61, please
I am the only one who notices the scars on her arms.
"Thank you, have a good day."
And I am frightened that one of them will soon be her last.
I am frightened because I want to save everyone
But I can't.
It's like throwing starfish into the sea, one by one
Still seeing the shore still filled with them.
Everyone around me is drowning and they pull my hair down with them.
Aug 20, 2010
Aug 20, 2010 at 9:16 AM UTC
Your eyes.
I can't stop writing about them.
I can't stop dreaming about them gleaming like sunlight beaming into the windows of my soul.
And I've been meaning to tell you-
Heighten the blinds.
I can't stop fiending to be the reflection in your infliction
The mirroring of eyes, my line of sight in your line of vision
Our pupils don't just collide, they cause a collision
And uh,
The precision of your gaze fogs all coherency to a haze
And it's seeming
There's a thousand words teeming off the levees of my lips
But you got me in a daze and the waves crash silent
See inside I'm screaming
They say the flames radiated from desire are the fires most violent
And I feel your vibes like radiation;
Hazardous to both mind and body.
Detrimental to the soul.
I believe in whole this is not an illusion
They say the eyes never hide from the truth
-and the truth never lies-
See, I've already eyed your eyes
I'm not convinced this is confusion
I've come to the conclusion that
If I confided in you,
Could you agree it's a delusion
You've been opening the window;
You want to be
Inside.
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 4:54 PM UTC
You have had me in every way
Rising mountains and flooded hollers
Gifted with everything, and I have nothing left to offer but this
This treasure of depravity
As you clean the crevices and ***** my mind
Worship, slather, repeat
You delve in fiending for the taste
and with each pass of that silver tongue my thoughts get more tarnished
And you get...all of me
Taken in heat engulfed in passion
Drilled to the core
Filled with rapasciousness
I offered a gift and I was chewed up and swallowed
Consumed fully
Wanton abandon in caveman style of take what is yours
And that...I am
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
You couldn't relate to my life if you tried
Degenerate pride, in my pride, the family all died
I took a trip, slip from the front door
Walking to the house of a man with some more
Of the poison of my mother, the mater, my pater, the father
My brothers and sisters slumped against a wall, injecting
It gets harder
I'm a martyr
But I fall farther
Brown brings ardour
In the haze of detestable days, bus journey raves
To the estates, I'm in a state, I hate fate
Try and place blame, struggle to get straight
But straight to the point, you're a mate
Pass the plate, and the joint
I'll do a line, get straight
Straight to the point...
Where was I?
Back in the house, forgot how I got here
The emptiness too much to bear
I miss my family being here
My mother the seer
My father drinking beer
I close my eyes, open, hope they appear
The loneliness of the kitchen feels so queer
I pop a few pills and realise its been a year
Since I saw them here
Fading to black and I awake in a wrack
Fiending for some smack, panic attack
Light up a pipe, smoke some pale crack
Keep me going on this lonesome track
So I pack my bag, down a glass of Jack
And get back on the beaten path
To the corner where I find her, solemn in a slump
Hard night's day, I give her cash and we arrange the jump
Pump pump, I dump my junk and feeling drunk
Walk silently in a grump, she re-adjusts her skirt
and returns to her bunk
To her lifelong funk
before being packed into another John's trunk
The streetlights are cruel in the winter night's haze
What beautiful days, in a daze, feeling amazed
Clasp my hands and I pray, am I crazed
or is this mournful delay
A year ago today,
my love took my family away
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 6:01 PM UTC
You just wanna **** me outta spite...
Problem is I wanna go all night....
And how many times of the night
You call me when you and that ***** have a fight
And I'll still come threw even tho I no it isn't right
Only cuz I have a weakness for you that ain't no if or a might
And while she's fiending for his attention.....
I'm fiending for her positions....
And the same week day ***** he be deep in
Is the same shallow ***** I damage on the weekends
Could be my private dancer..
One phone call and i'll always answer
**** them other ****** cuz I'm down for you
But you ****** them others ****** and made that same sound to
****
As much as I hate to admit it I was wrapped up
We was only suppose to be ******* but that change once I didn't wrap up
But now I gotta back up
Cuz she don't wanna leave him but still wanna use me as a back up
And I no this but still I can't control this
I hate that he gets the first appointments an I only get the first notice .... Dam !!!!!
But baby ....it's yours, it's yours, it's yours , it's yours that's for sure .. Just tell me what you like !!!
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 1:41 PM UTC
Purkyně lux lit lunatics conjure vignettes of geomancy.
There is mischief enchanting the wake: xenophagists fiending tricks.
For invokers, who bathe in moonlight, death is a good nights sleep.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
so much mystery surrounding me
so much inner journey I am bound to be
taking on in the future, so insecure about my future
but truck along fiending for gas, I take it day by day with a little sass
still don’t drink coffee and you can hold the flask
so trying to outrun the trauma from my Dad
it's a tough pill to swallow and that’s usually no issue for me
thank god I traded all that for **** I always was attracted to green
aquamarine baby, no march aries
pisces like the koi fish coasting on the crystal blue water
evolving, healing stuck in the past no longer
moment by moment, touch by touch, hands entwined
friendship showed me love
Mar 20, 2022
Mar 20, 2022 at 10:40 AM UTC
An animal is what I am,
with fangs that bite too deep.
Awake at night, and too possessed
to get a wink of sleep.
Amused by chasing freedom
from feeling what is real.
I would go to any length,
I'd make a Devil's deal.
Corrupted and conflicted,
until I find my friend.
He's killing me, and ripping me
apart from every end.
Smoke is curling up inside.
Noise is somewhat dull.
Silent moving pictures streaming
softly in my skull.
I think the ground is quaking.
My eyes are dry as sand.
The carpet feels like metal scraping flesh
upon my hands.
Shaking within cavities
I thought did not exist.
My temperature from cold to hot,
I'm fiending for the bliss.
I wish the things I felt right now
would wound me to my grave.
But fantasies of you inside my veins
is what I crave.
I've sobered up and looked
upon my arms, who seem to yearn.
A distant scream inside my heart
tells me I'll never learn.
A bag, a spoon, a spark, a *****
and now I'm turning blue.
Blue death inside my bones and skin,
an animal for you.
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
Never been so attracted
to one being.
Wildly attracted
to traits of many,
always fleeting.
So many rolled
into one man
leaves me speechless,
intrigued and fiending.
He mirrors my lunacy,
and my fiery independence,
our duality.
Water bearers
pour streams
adjoined from
the heavens, unencumbered.
After years of finding
the streams gravitating
into one,
we ditch a gourd.
Our fingers intertwined
under the neck
and the base of
the remaining one.
Our eyes mingle mysteriously
each morning,
and when they find stars
they get to pouring.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
They're gonna try to use my lyrics against me in trial
To prove I've been running for ah thousand miles
Many styles but the flow ********
Ten years gone ah prisoner of war
To live like that with the weight on my back
Ain't no ******* joke homie staying on track
Ese panick attacks to all my rivals
When the news hit the neck about my arrivals
It's called survival for the strong stay alive
You ain't gotta be like me I ain't trying to misguide
Just provide ah course eye view
Of what it's really like for ah chosen few
That's what I do I put your life in this
Ah street gang corrido is ah underground hit
From the face event you might hear the violence
But if you didn't keep you'll find peace in silence
Step in the booth I payed all my dues
If you check new tourist it's like two million views
The reviews say I infuse
That lowrider crews L.A County blues
Some win some lose
In their grave they snooze
While the DJ cut it up on the ones and twos
That's cool that's what the criminal say
So I'ma keep riding homeboy no delay
Big C Rock Mac 11 spray
Got the people in the zone ******* no bang
Put your hands up now put them down
Only the selected could cancel the crown
The rest of you clowns get faced down
Las puertas del Infierno ese that's my sound
Notorious Enemy that's how I get down
Ain't giving up nada catching no rebound
So album after album that I keep on dropping
Letting everybody know there ain't no stopping
This my coffin so bury me in it
Intellectual metaphor bout the music business
Mental fitness along with lyrical sickness
Loyal getting ready cross examine ah witness
Bout to fix this
Situation at hand
Cause my presence on ah stage ese high demand
Here I am
C Rocka the legend
Ink oozing out my pen is carving ah message
Say I'm destined to lead ah battalions
Sentenario change wing that's my home in Dalan
Not Italian but you get it kapish
I'ma sit up in the cut till it's time to release
My dominion's of angels and demons
To the scene where it's needed
Cause my people's is fiending
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
I'm a Champ
He is a Chump
His *** you need to dump
So load up on your pump
Go out and shake your ****
Um Ya need to feel this playas swaggle
As I diggle in your daggle
Fiddle ya then stab ya
*** on...slide up and down my pole
Lick it
Slurp it watch me as I grow
Hmm señoritas let me rub your chi chas
You can be me Mija
Every time I see ya
Blow ya ***** up with my D bomb
Shrapnel from my nut
ya need to stay yo *** calm
Hmm that's how I dews it
Confuse it then lose it
Go ahead and choose it
I promise to abuse it
Um yous Filthy and so *****
*** so fucken pretty
Wake you up early to get ya ***** swirly
I will be your ecstasy
Go ahead and swallow me
***** so sprung
Why ya always following me?
Huh, My **** will show you magic
Makes your ***** so spastic
Have you fiending for my ****
Too bad you can't have it..
Huh, I aim to tease
***** begging me please
Drop down on them knees
Give this Scorpio a squeeze
Um I'm *******
this game I'm back to running
Who woulda thought
M.A.N would come back more stunning
Hmm thats just my stinger
Born to be a bringer
My presence seems to linger
I'm in your ***** with my finger
lol that's just my stamp
I feel I got you damp
A King wears a crown
So does this Cali Champ!! Ugh..
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
bathe your slow gin smile in gossamer moss
an epiphyte
of long miles above thought !
your germ sings !
this love
dilutes proof of plain facts.
the obvious; obscured by the harsh aye of No !
a black white
fiending for gray
and
Oatmeal paint
and
lint.
peeling from the seam of lost moments.
Oct 14, 2011
Oct 14, 2011 at 10:35 PM UTC
your love is the sweetest drug,
to detox from it,
something i didn't wish to know.
'you and i forever'
you strung the lies around my neck,
around my heart.
only to strangle me, and tear me apart.
so lost, and insecure
you left me shaking
fiending like a ******
who lacks control.
for you, your drug, ******
for me, a person, named michael.
breathe in, breathe out.
i wish to extract you from my memory..
pretend you never happened.
Mar 30, 2010
Mar 30, 2010 at 5:47 AM UTC
Fiending for a reason I've seen,
Shrouded by a pharmaceutical haze,
I pick up the phone,
hear the message,
what did you say I forget,
nabbed and cuffed,
thrown in their net.
Nov 17, 2012
Nov 17, 2012 at 7:52 AM UTC
My thoughts are like gamma rays addicted to *******
Fiending for absolute Truth
Or a new use for Head Space
They come in a swarm that bitch-slaps any bats in my belfry
And rational thoughts flash mob
My cherished illusions
Daily.
I'm on the front line
Of a Psychic War with the Brain-Dead !
My Kung-fu is Confused
By Hatred as an Argument -
Racist Beliefs as a platform to start with...
Asinine articles of faith
As arcane Armaments
Immune to subtlety ...Q.E.D. ~
or any proof of concept !
They've kept the Rubicon
Uncrossed by the Curious
Held stock in kerosene
To burn books too luminous
for
Fearful Men, Unaccustomed to Promethean Gifts
And the Unquenchable Flame of Paradigm Shifts
Mortified by any Noble Pursuit
That diminished the Lie
To magnify the Truth.
Sep 26, 2011
Sep 26, 2011 at 12:37 PM UTC
There is a certain rage I only have for you
it makes me want to burn down buildings
and rescue you from what I alone have caused
nothing can be undone, when the walls
of your castle has been burned down.
I would drown your body in the crystal lake
where I first saw you bathing
as little fawn do with their mother doe
my most rewarding treasure
all mine for the taking
you would still shine brighter
than any jewel deep within the crevices of
unknown planets.
Leading us both to a place
where I feel no guilt
for shredding every piece
of your wardrobe off
with my fangs repeatedly.
Your helpless only I can save you
from yourself
only I can satisfy
your insatiable lust the moon
has showered on your climatic dreams
craving my touch more
leaving you ******** in ecstasy
dripping in sweat, fiending for control
I can provide you with
pining for release
your frenzy for me becomes a danger.
My heart is your dungeon decorated
with violet curtains with fluffy trimming
and a silk golden rope to pull
when you acquire more blood
to fill your whine glass
listening to your screams
please my ear so.
my vernacular will tingle your ears
as I speak of shooting stars
and meteorites.
The darkness within me shall
haunt you if you ever were to escape
this dream paradise
we created with lost thought alone
tormenting your mind
ravishing your body
ten million *** slaves in one
and the light will never dim any lower
than the pure disgust and hatred
of the cellar you are locked in.
A dollhouse of nightmares
made of obsidian bricks
your anxiety and wit
fulfill me to the core
of leaving you empty
so very pale and deliriously in love
the scars from my whip
our fate tied.
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 8:27 PM UTC
The idea of sobriety used to be insanity
Until they put me in a cage and threw away the key
Locked up, i started coming down
Rocket man, returning to reality
No longer warping between space and time
Just a bunch of time in a small space
lost in history
Started to realize i was my own worst enemy
Unhappy with life,unsatisfied with my so called wife
Began curing my symptoms artificially
Making craters within me
Running to nowhere
Losing myself in a cloud of dust
Forgetting what my life was all about
Everything i knew was upside down
My strengths became my weakness' and my weakness was so powerful
making money from the poison, and ingesting it for free
seemed so lucrative at the time being
Money and drugs had abolished me
Devoured by the incubus in my dreams
totally discnnected from reality
Hit rock bottom
What's lost can always be found
Now rock bottom has become my new foundation
barely living outside of memories
I have a second chance at living
Sobriety is no longer an idea, its a sensation
Eating properly,becoming healthy, and getting stronger daily
My nights belong to dreaming, no longer fiending
My futur is no longer carved in stone
Im regaining control and will leave my futur to the unknown
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC
I'm addicted to her cause
you're pure uncut dope.
I'm high off her feminine potency
Her love is so breathtaking its like
Taking a ****
She stole my heart.
No ski mask on, no gloves.drawn
No weis drawn
She blew my brain away mental ****
Now my mind was blown.
She's got that straight drop
Got me fiending for a taste of her love.
She so dope I'm addicted to her love.
The current energy flowing straight from the plug.
Flooding every inch of my mind-body
And soul.
She covers me with her love.
Shielding me from the storms.
Providing nourishment for growth making me strong.
She is the reason why I hold on.
When I feel like letting go.
I fall deeper into her hole.
I mean so deep in love.
Backstroke, deep stroke, breast stroke, deep throat.
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 4:55 AM UTC
When I wake in the middle of the morning I see your bare body glowing in what is left of the moonlight.
It takes my breath away and suddenly every inch of my skin is fiending to feel you like an addict fresh to rehab.
It's been a few hours since I last touched you, since I fell asleep in your arms,
and now that we have rolled to opposite ends of the bed I need the high back again.
You on top of the covers, and I underneathe, I envelope you the best I can and trace imaginary circles in your hair.
I run my fingers down the side of your face covered with stubble and plant feather-lite kisses across your skin
as your poison soaks into my veins and my heart quickens.
I lay there for hours on this high, watching you sleep with dialated eyes,
and trying to hold back these words that sit at the pearly gates of my teeth.
It's maddening; trying to keep the brigade of how I feel and what I know and how I hope behind the enameled walls.
They fight the barrier and pull at my tongue in an attempt to spill from my shaking lips and crash into the drum of your ears.
But I fear if you knew, you would run.
So instead
I take another hit of you
I regather my composure
and face the day of sobriety ahead.
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
how do you know
what you know
isn't an illusion
or a hologram
or a ruse to them
& theirs
why I do declare,
********
I am ******* bored
with this
I've been here before,
but I've changed a bit.
I know my soul
must be ******* ancient
& has taken spaceships
to different places
you know, most
don't own the patience
for any explanation that ain't
ready-made, microwave
layman safe.
as for shakespeares
as for lennons,
maybe they'll get it
if they've mastered dissipation
if they're versed in manipulation
if they keep contained
indecipherable ranges of
insane visions
to which ignorance
is malignant,
if they're excitable &
strange & incandiferous.
if they have eyes in their brains
& are made of diamonds,
if they're kinda like,
sadomasochistic.
wait, you're gunna miss it.
when the inexpensive lynchmen
get bent up & purple faced
pinched pens & been up for days
cause they seen some ****
& ain't been quite the same since.
nevermind it, they lookin frigid.
this **** is ridiculous.
**** it, quiet
silent, silence,
sigh then.
keep calm
remain indifferent.
this **** is ridiculous.
listen, listen.
if you see me missing,
please report it to the police
******* themselves in the street,
cause it's easy, it's easy.
tell em I only speak in
secret spells & ******
but I know
some swears in dreamy.
the sleepy cellular subject
is defective, so ...
so be it, the pest shall be deleted
lest it spread disease
& eat up all the fleece,
then we'll all be cleaned -
no, not really.
the fiends are still fiending
the fields are still weeping
paint is still peeling
off walls
who couldn't talk
but were still breathing.
the truth is still
spooky ****
nightmare things
on inviting screens
& the teeth keep screaming.
maybe they're thinking.
about the end
... ?
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
at first
youre okay with it.
push off, men;
the grog swigs sweet.
swimming, seasick
sloshing from can
to canteen
you should have stayed on shore
not left it.
she saw your slurring
through white-tailed eyes.
her top popped off
with the crack and rush
you know.
you gulped it down.
our only resistance
residue from cans
coming in drops
we
should
not
have
done
that
leaving in puddles
soaking your socks
you should have peeled off the wet
not stand in it.
she saw your recanting
through chopped-onion eyes.
her thoughts popped off
with the snap and blush
you wish you didnt know
you swallowed a howl.
her only insistence
how could you
you should have stopped her.
at last
youre only okay with it.
**** off, man;
the sounds sting, screech.
fiending, seasoned
coughing up mistakes
and headaches
you should have eaten lunch
not imbibed it.
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 5:12 AM UTC