Tommy Johnson Apr 2014

Hurt me
Whips and blindfolds
Submission
Boarded up bedrooms
Leather
Fetishes
Being satisfied
Hard bulbous sex toys
Using flavored lubricants
Deep scratches
Red marks
Bruises
Rope burn
Pulling
Smacking
Biting
Smothering
Sitting
Licking
Pleasure

Antonio Dec 2015

I find comfort in being sarcastic, for it tricks my brain, and my feelings towards you. Like a black tarp, sarcasm covers my heart, and lets nothing sting. But that is not true. For this tarp is torn, my heart is sore, and I cant lie, to feel less blue.

Lie to myself, every minute of everyday, to mask pain, that i wish, didn't exist at all.
WistfulHope Dec 2014

I once heard someone say
That they both tried to kill themselves
But Juliet Failed the first time
(Even though she technically just
Wanted to appear dead)
But statistically girls are more likely to
Try to kill themselves
And if you count that first time
She tried twice
And Romeo died the one and only time
Which makes sense because

Though girls are more likely to try
Guys are more likely to actually die

What.
- - -
Anyone else hate me? Because I used to feel hated.
Now I feel invisible, and not in the good way.
Gypsy Bard Dec 2014

C'mon! Spank me like the naughty little girl I am!
FUCK ME! FUCK ME! Stop being a man!

See this? Right here? My tight little hole?
Put it right there, baby! Homosexuality makes you whole!

Put this on your tongue, this seed of pomegranate.
Have a little fun! Let loose your granite!

Ice shavings and ice cream, my sweet little angel,
Come closer, come closer, let me study your angels,

Put your dick in my mouth. I'll suck you off.
Cum in my mouth, and let yourself loft.

I'm not one for chains and whips,
But I'm more than up for shafts and tips!

Penetration; sliding in; so sweet;
Pound me harder with your big, strong meat.

The good'ol in-out in-out ~ The rhythm of life.
The dullness of cream ~ the glint of a knife.

Petrifying pangs of pleasure; cross a prostate ~ pouring,
Sweetly like ~honey~suckle~ Alluring

Breathe, my darling, like music, like a breeze.
Like the blood in my ears; like the wind in the trees.

In the closet, we are allowed but seven minutes.
But that is not enough! By the time its up, I won't be finished.

So for now, my darling, put your lips on my cheek.
And allow me one, little, innocent peak.

So this is what happens when I'm horny and I write.
WistfulHope Jan 2015

I hate me, I hate me, I hate me
For being so jealous, possessive, angry
Why do I ruin everything
By claiming each as my own
Why can't I just let things go
I lead myself to further pain
I keep saying "my" and "mine"
And expecting a long time
I don't, don't want to share
I don't, don't want to care
Not even fair, when I act this way
I'm the one who'll never stay
I keep setting myself up to fail
Punishment in my own twisted jail


I make people my whole world
I orbit someone like they're my sun
But it's cold, being left in space
They never wanted me in the first place

Shitty poem about shitty me.
- - -
I'm in the midst of a violent outburst.
Thought this would help me stop.
It didn't.
WistfulHope Jan 2015

I wear baggy clothes so that I can feel skinnier.
I reread all of the notes I've saved almost every night.
I write really loopy because it's hard for me to let go.
I close my eyes and imagine things, constantly.
I paint with black because colors are too interesting.
I rub my face when I'm stressed, or I claw at my skin.
I wear my hair over my face so I can't see people staring.
I hate liquid eyeliner, insincerity, and pomegranates.
I love being in the rain because it stings, cleans, drenches.
I want to either die young or marry young, always have.
I try to walk everywhere I go so I can lose more weight.
I wish I remembered how to be happy.

Some things that don't matter.
WistfulHope Jan 2015

I always swore
I'd never sell my soul
But then he told me
How hot I'd look
In sexier clothing

I hate breathing.
Hate it so much.
Death-throws Aug 2015

Add me to the list of show horses who've kissed a gun

I'm tired of beeing the beaten one.
No fun.

Sick of beeing the last man to run
I feel like eventually I'll amount to someone
But till that day I'm just a body.
My sports have become  hobies
Sleeping in hotel lobies.
Giving gobbies for coins
There is no fruit in my loins
Just an ache that lies in the wake of my discrimination.
Acting alongside my procrastination
No longer will my forehead bead with
Precipitation

I have become a man that could disappoint a nation

WistfulHope Jan 2015

A good day, today was a good day
Laughter and joy came out to play
But happiness can never stay

Depressed. Literally for no reason.
Yay.
Nina Jul 2015

"I've been doing so well," I type as I slide a thin silver blade down my hipbone. "I'm clean and I've been taking my medication and I've even been running." Blood gathers at the edges, draw swirls in the warmth.
Bright blue screen lights up my hopes and my heart does a flip.
"Can we talk later? I'm really tired."
"Of course! Sorry for keeping you up."
It's 3:49 in the fucking afternoon.
Remember when you were my best friend and you walked two miles to my house in the middle of the night because I told you I felt alone?
Remember when I was out of town for a day and you missed me so bad you bought me cupcakes?
Remember when you told me I was the only person you'd ever been in love with?
I'm so sorry.
I miss you.
Please.

currently
xoK Mar 2014

Fuck you.
Fuck you for being so far away
Fuck you for making me want you
I can say it certainly is not fair,
What is this, the fucking teacup ride?
I always hated the fair.
Fishing for plastic ducks and shooting impossible targets
Seems like a setup for failure to me.
Fuck you for making me take a look at myself in the mirror
And for making me ask questions
For making me lie
And for making me tell the truth.
Why can't things be easy?
Oh yeah, that's just not how it works around here.
Fuck you for making my imagination run wild.
For casting yourself in the movies my brain constantly films
And fuck you for getting the cinematography just right.
I can't look away.
Fuck you because all I have is my imagination.
I can make you whomever I want you to be.
Fuck you for curling your hair and for having those lips
And for being comfortable with yourself around me
Fuck your small wrists and your quirky characteristics
Your eyeliner and your fingernails
Fuck your sparkling smile and your hips
And fuck you for making me want you so bad.

Fuck me.
Fuck me for yearning.
Fuck me for learning
That it's not that simple,
That nothing is set in stone,
That people are confusing as hell.
Fuck me for taking the time to write this poem
Fuck how angry it's making me
And fuck the fact that I'm writing it because of you.

The angriest poem I've ever written. But I think it actually turned out okay and somewhat entertaining to look back on. LDR life.
Olivia Addams Nov 2014

Walls are melting
your ceilings third eye criss-crosses for eons before my eyes
and somewhere through the Nag Champa haze
I found your pulsating soul calling my name
without words our bodies meld into one another
My soul vibrating with your touch
my dead weight body coming alive with your kiss
our serpent tongues desperate for flesh
our ripened fruit ready for one another to grab a bite
My soul is whole
My flesh is flushed

Eric Martin Dec 2016

I am locked in my head
Normally I would wish I was dead
But I just to turn on the light
And maybe have some thing to write

But there is nothing I can think of at all
Maybe write a cliche like suicide or a fall
Nah, to dull
I want to hit my head against a wall

If I start writing some thing will come out
Who would want read this shit
Through It Out
Get Rid Of It

How is this poem my hardest feat
My brain is going to over heat
I almost have to post it now, I could later just hit delete
I wish I could write like the elite

I really wish people commented more often, I used to be on poet freak and if you asked people a for help on ideas or any thing they would answer and some times just the smallest spark could help start a raging fire. This is what it has come too, me writing this shit, does any one know any other poetry or writing sites? wait what the fuck am I doing asking a question right after saying that no one answer, no one reads comments and know one reads this shit either,  I can write thing I want on peoples comments because I can get away with it... but most of the views are fake and people don't even read most the poems or people just hit the like button so the person will read their stuff. I am in such a bad mood, its so weird I thought I wrote a good poem earlier but its almost like thats not good enough and as soon as I wrote it now I have to top it or die trying...Hope fully this shitty poem will be what it take to get me writing some thing good.
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