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She was born from a spark called "The Little ******."
An Obsessed Organization of Science thought that they could tame her.
Wrong they were. The burns started to hurt.
The pockets of the public paying for answers
To lies of aa Mental Medicine Breakthrough
Which Lead All Who Created it to ashes and Dirt.
Her Dad tried to keep her safe, "His Little ******."
Forced apart by The Government for their bidding
Took a mother to her grave and a father to his ending.
Now she must finish what they had started.
A drug on test shelves. At a small town University.
No student wants this "Psyche-High"
Not even the heaviest in Druggie Sororities.
The smoke remains and the smell of fear.
She lights the match which is her mind.
"Little ******" has shown those "Evil Think Tanks"
How melted torture leads to an unbreakable spine which it did bind.
Together in a swift and blurred moment.
There she goes.
"The Little ******" goes to her future.
No more chasing....From those Who Thirst For Mental Warfare...
The twisted plot of creating  weapons of the mind...
Lies in ashes as she wipes tears from the force that came
from the same kind.
"I did it for you,Daddy." She exclaimed as The Rainbird Can never fly again.
She protects those who are haunted by genetic's and their unchosen paths....
By the "Bigger Minds" that brought the chemicals through the parent's veins.
Now the records are in vaults as the government seals it with
the blood of a fallen strain...
Of a new hu"man-kind...?"
That was the notion. Evolution Forced too quickly.
Now "The Little ******" shall force Them to Bide by her
terms and the heart from endearment of moments of the same kind.
Flashes Back to moments. Now smoking History.
"Little ******" has brought peace to all of the fallen Souls
Locked in her heart's memory.
A Tribute Poem to the Movies "Fire starter(1984," "Fire-starter 2 rekindled," and My Favorite Author and Inspiration who wrote these Novels that inspired these movies, Stephen King.Charlie Mcgee is "The Little ******."
Nigel Thornberry Jun 2015
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If you want me to release the 2nd and 3rd parts of this series from my basement then like comment and subscribe. If you don't give a **** about the retaliative freedom of a non corporeal idea with no consciousness to which it can sense its liberty or appreciate it from some ****** the like comment and subscribe.
Matalie Niller Jun 2012
Skin peels like an orange
a little less acidic
still tasty
does that make one a cannibal?
Or just able to appreciate a taste bud in bloom?
But for real now
show a guy a self-respecting time
and he calls you cool,
cool is cooler than a fool
maybe,
or maybe he wants to tear into your skin
and you want him to
so badly
but you can't be a lady and be a meal at the same time
right?
Baking in the sun
tender and browned
caramelized
wanting to be picked out of a boy's teeth later on
only a lonely little person
with false pride
a lovely mind
to some
to none
to maybe one
one day
anyway
it's an all you can eat buffet
you can be
if you're young and sweet
naive
willing and presented on a platter
plastered, stumbling, giggling
kissing necks, promising future rendezvous
another truth
there will be others
but really
why not just be devoured by the first,
first?
Jinsen Jeanne May 2015
Naw motha fkka I
Ain't hot ****
Ain't pompous
Knock nitty gritty
With ****** up kids
I got uh
E mergency
Kit put together
With pipe and tape
From the basement
You need gum
Paperclips
Got a leak
Motha fkkn leaking
Unstable, collect
N assemble new
You wit half ya
Bodyweight in staples
BMI justified
With baggage n
Fix its
It's only a problem
When ya round
Motha fkka I
Ain't hot ****
But I'm one
Of the most torn
Up turned up
******* in the pound
Bombastic sensations
Comin from all sides
A ******
No hater
Trouble you
Trouble me
What's it gonna be?
Depends on your visage
****, I could turn it off
N I do do on occasion
If ya kickin without
The free body vibes
I visit, permission
Can't be a thing
I do wut I want when
I do cause I trust me
You r basic n
Chastened n rope
N chains to the brain
Stuck on level
Seth ***** said
In time you lay stone
Work hurt sometimes
You must crumble
Breakin down
The mortar with
Nightshade in
Spray as pesticide
For the vines tangling
Strangling your
Home, it's unknown
If I gonna grow in
The right way but
I trust me so if
I'm so grown I outgrow
Then I gotta go
No hate
Travis Green Jan 2021
I felt his vicious brick ******
heating me up within,
sexing me so hard
that I crashed
into vast climaxes,
releasing a thousand *******.
Travis Green Jun 2020
He is my passionate masculine ******
rising in my bones, playing sensual songs
in my soul, my flesh exploding with lyrical
poetry, my chests feeling his high frequency,
his riveting chemistry deepening, enthralling me
as I fall into his seductive wave, wanting to savor
his masculine smell.  He made me feel like I could
rise in the galaxies, shimmer like the rings of Saturn,
lost in your magical patterns of ecstatic love.
his strong physique was just enough to make me sizzle
in his midst, encased in his desirable masculinity,
his jubilant matrix of intimate dreams, flourishing
divine handsomeness I could drift in, embrace
his nation, his deep vibration, his kinetic energy
making me tipsy and weak.  He was my foundation,
a muscular man possessing authentic truths, a pure
jungle man jamming in my space station, strengthening
the poetry in my soul, aligning the planets surrounding
me in complete synchronicity.
kfaye Mar 2016
i don't know that i've ever said i love you to my father in my adult life just as he had told me once or twice a long time ago:
that he had not, to his father, until the literal death bed.
i hold no hatred
wasn't mistreated overmuch as a child or anything
my childhood was happy. though that might have proven the worst thing for me in how late i've been able to break from the ignorance and comfort of many things.

i know i was an arrogant little ****.
but i might have deserved some of the pride, certainly not all of it
much of it i have abandoned, perhaps, by becoming less like him.
he has always provided well
tried to support many endeavors as full as he could
even if he did not understand fully

often, maybe lived vicariously in things like the guitars that he probably wished he had been able to play.
i know the music he liked.
he is a leader.
in many ways.
my father always had a need for clear, masculine objectivity.
i've found it hard to communicate things of nuance to him.
there has always got to be a bad guy.

often we have really got along.
we've done things together many times.
helped each other.
share interests.
skills.
abilities.
stature (in some ways).

he often told me he loved me
dropping me off somewhere: school, even into college
i didn't know how to say it back.
i can tell that he was actively trying to correct a greatest regret of his life.
i knew that.
but still repeat it.
his father died about a year before i was born.
i never knew him.
when my grandmother was alive, she had often said i looked like him.
i crossed my long legs in the same way.
my father is a broader man
of stronger limb.
he provided
better
than his father.

he has a kindness in him.
he feels responsibilities for things
done what he could:
boy scout leader, (troop functionally disbanded soon after i left as far as i know )
mentor of highschool robotics team (still there even many years after i left. he might be holding on to something in the way of a need to be that kind of guiding force- and besides, my brother still goes and helps out there too)
there have been times i can almost trust in him.
but then he will do or say something
a joke about self-harm-
about a ******.
i get pulled back somewhere.

he is outgoing.
i am not by nature.
but the more outgoing i get, the less i am like him
except in the type of confidence that comes with deep voice and a large frame.

he is certainly not the worst from the type of politics he adheres to.
far from.
he recoils at much of the things that pollute or replace science in the minds of those that vote like him.
but yet there is something of the
specificity.
the patriotism.
the need to protect most, those and that which are similar-
above others.

life
is but a collection of things around a one.

i, eldest son of eldest son,
care little for precedent as a marker of worth.
and i think i can do more good
if i ever do anything at all.

i don't much care for religion and sports.
Travis Green Jul 2022
His fresh fervid firmament
Draws me into his remarkably
Responsive charmingness
The lushness of his thugness
Glistening seamlessly
In the bright, delightful night
His magical mantacular masterpiece
Fastens to me sexually
Makes me caress his hairy golden chest
Flow into his machoness

Slide my hands on his phenomenal solid shoulders
Embrace his unparalleled greatastic enchantment
Taste his poetic pink lips
Swig down his unsurmountable litness
His fresh, delectable honey
Such a spanking hot ******
On the frontline of my jungle
His hunkiness has me punch-drunk
Hungering for him to slam dunk
His monstrously rigid gun in my tunnel

Take me down, devour my fiery divine mounds
Mesmerize my vast flowery playground
Tongue kiss me all over
Take my breath away
***** my thick thunder thighs
And let his crunkness stun my system
Deeply penetrate my inner space
Make my salacious jamming station vibrate
The more you ram his slamming sensations
In my precious treasure chest
Consume me, my irresistible unfuckwithable prodigy
Travis Green Jul 2022
He got a mad crashing ****** like me
Obsessing over his delectableness
The greatest red-hot smash
That travels in my galaxy
So seductively lushalicious
Hunkalicious, manlicious mancandy

I want to lick him all over
Like a rainbow-colored lollipop
Don’t stop until every part of his body is
Swathed in glossy sloppy spit
Bite into his desirable pink lips
Hear his moans grow deeper and hotter
As he holds onto my sleek loving arms

Hypnotically ****** lover boy
He flexes his spectacularly litastical masculinity
And gives me limitless supreme energy
He makes me feen to eat him up
Stroke and ******* his thunder gun
Let his jolly ***** jounce in my mouth
Take him higher into the most powerfully
Hypnotizing trances that shake
His broad bonzer *** all over
Travis Green Aug 2022
Contagious heavyweight sensation
Your thuggish muscled lovingness has me so lovestruck
Unrestrained muscle-bound ******
I earnestly await to ****** your bare hairy world
Taste your magically immaculate chest
Flashy dashing abs, enchanting tanned manfulness

Sweet peach pink lips, bewitching pool blue eyes
Engaging hoop-shaped captivation
Sparkling gorgeous orbs
I find time-honored divine solace
In your hauntingly charming eyes
So full of emotion, so soulful to behold
To slip and fall into wondrousness

I see a thousand sapphire oceans in their treasured world
Approaching, floating, and rosy clouds in the fragrant background
I am so far gone on your heart-stopping hip-hopping wonderment
Fill me with an unconditional blissful rhythm
Of fond and fresh love, take me away forever and a day
Into your man cave of remarkable wonder

Feel your gentle sensual touch on my soft voluptuous structure
****** with my bumping ***** fun bags
Hold me spellbound
Debonair dark blonde prodigy
Caress your all-powerful, invincible chest
Glorious arched shoulders, massive, mind-blowing arms

Your machoness enthralls and unlocks my heart
Gives me a burning desire to fly higher
In your unquantifiable empire of power
Hold me, control me, envelop me
In your wildly entertaining excitement
Unveil my creation, let me sail away
To sprightly outer nations, my gayness
Resting against your straightness
Travis Green Jul 2022
He is my dangerous amorous ******
Makes me highly insane
Like a crackhead obsessed
With crack *******
He drains my rainbow game
He tames my mind
He rains his fiery passion
On my burning galaxy
Makes me sweat for prepossessingness
Makes me beg for him
To enter my vessel

Wreck my treasure chest
Get the best of me
Arrest my mind, body, and soul
Finesse me with his ardent armored hotness
Let his deepest superheated passions
Speak sweetly to me
Sheathe me in his riveting sizzling litness
Squeeze my fervent perky peepers
Tease my deliciously dreamy nippers
With his hot and large hands
Swirl his tongue against the surface

Check out the way I gaze
At his beardacious splendacious face
How he navigates his mouth
Around my elegant, velvety neck
Sends me into enormous transports
Of infectious irrepressible ecstasy
Makes me wet when he rubs
His seductive hot stuff
Against my soft lusciousness

Slowly slide in me, tell me
His most libidinous secretive fantasies
Sensual tender whispers
Traveling along my trembling thick thighs
The more he dives into my innerness
Centered in my sensual supreme feminineness
His masculineness probes and strokes my golden soul
Makes me so hyperexcited
When he guides me to his most
Magical ghettotastical attractions
And bursts his untouchable southern rapture
In every cherishable chapter of my immersing book

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