"handjobs" poems - Hello Poetry

I'll admit that I do like some *********** with its ****** perverse choreography there is mature **** *********** or teens if you're gay lots of queens and lesbians but that's not my scene, if its yours, click and squeeze I'm partial to handjobs and ******** and I find older women quite hot but I browse sometimes as you will take my time, a little hunt for a thrill creampies are disgustingly nice a luscious Asian for spice long legs and thighs body stockings delight a **** nice and round big fat ***** to pound slender and tall dark hair and blond ******* big and small it's a veritable fantasy free for all

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Apr 19, 2015

Apr 19, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC

ian-canavan

**** poetically

I'll admit that I do like some *********** with its ****** perverse choreography there is mature **** *********** or teens if you're gay lots of queens and lesbians but that's not my scene, if its yours, click and squeeze I'm partial to handjobs and ******** and I find older women quite hot but I browse sometimes as you will take my time, a little hunt for a thrill creampies are disgustingly nice a luscious Asian for spice long legs and thighs body stockings delight a **** nice and round big fat ***** to pound slender and tall dark hair and blond ******* big and small it's a veritable fantasy free for all

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Do it! Don't ******* ***** to me about doing it. Just ******* do it! Regret comes later. We'll have time to deal with that when you're bleeding out because her boyfriend didn't appreciate the sentiment in you pleasing pretty girls with full foreknowledge and a divine purpose. She hurt you?! Well lets ruin that ******* life. Where does she live? I can take us there right now. Now don't ******* tweet without dropping a name, just go light her ******* lawn and we'll laugh while we ***** up blood from that disgusting ******* *** I'm so alone. Man **** you! You had three girlfriends by the time you were sixteen I had you. So when I slept early it's because I was busy crying because the other kids got ahead of me and I had to replace handjobs with poetry a fact I fail to regret to this day. They rock! Imagine how cool a stage dive would be. Get up here. I'll fall first and you just follow me. Metalhead ******* cheering for me when I can't even distinguish the words that are written to make me feel angry, someone ******* drop me just so I can hit somebody. **** the system. Or just don't be a ******* tool. You're all generic as **** Why argue the fact? There are so many reasons to own a ******* pocket watch and because society wears one on it's fat, ******* wrist isn't one I'll accept as perfectly valid. Life's hard. You don't want to do it any more? You've been telling me for weeks But that's what knives were made for. You have to puncture just a little hole and get a feel for life dripping away and then we move to the big leagues of ****** and suicide and feel entirely free of your immense emotional torture. But who cares? The future will still be there. Just you won't be. Nobody'll give a **** I can twist your thoughts and let you see that you'll live on in the grass that grows from that hole we dug for you not that long ago, but just **** that. You're ******* dead. Deal with it.

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Mar 31, 2014

Mar 31, 2014 at 7:50 PM UTC

adam-burke

The Aftermath is Secondary.

Do it! Don't ******* ***** to me about doing it. Just ******* do it! Regret comes later. We'll have time to deal with that when you're bleeding out because her boyfriend didn't appreciate the sentiment in you pleasing pretty girls with full foreknowledge and a divine purpose. She hurt you?! Well lets ruin that ******* life. Where does she live? I can take us there right now. Now don't ******* tweet without dropping a name, just go light her ******* lawn and we'll laugh while we ***** up blood from that disgusting ******* *** I'm so alone. Man **** you! You had three girlfriends by the time you were sixteen I had you. So when I slept early it's because I was busy crying because the other kids got ahead of me and I had to replace handjobs with poetry a fact I fail to regret to this day. They rock! Imagine how cool a stage dive would be. Get up here. I'll fall first and you just follow me. Metalhead ******* cheering for me when I can't even distinguish the words that are written to make me feel angry, someone ******* drop me just so I can hit somebody. **** the system. Or just don't be a ******* tool. You're all generic as **** Why argue the fact? There are so many reasons to own a ******* pocket watch and because society wears one on it's fat, ******* wrist isn't one I'll accept as perfectly valid. Life's hard. You don't want to do it any more? You've been telling me for weeks But that's what knives were made for. You have to puncture just a little hole and get a feel for life dripping away and then we move to the big leagues of ****** and suicide and feel entirely free of your immense emotional torture. But who cares? The future will still be there. Just you won't be. Nobody'll give a **** I can twist your thoughts and let you see that you'll live on in the grass that grows from that hole we dug for you not that long ago, but just **** that. You're ******* dead. Deal with it.

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i'd like to say that i've always been into clean living but there's nothing really clean about *** on your brother's living room floor or making you ache in movie theaters with just a glance or handjobs and ruining your pants i somehow have this strange power over men wanna look into my eyes when i **** them like i was prepackaged batteries included a little machine with thick thighs and big lips and the prettiest eyes you've ever seen below your belt you hang on my words like they're something you've never felt i have a pretty smile taste like something you've wanted but never had with crinkles in my cheeks and the dimples on my back i could make a grown man crack and i do - the middle aged men at my job love me wait outside after closing tryna touch me and i get scared walking home fingers shake in the cold one mile till i can let go of the breath that i hold and i try my hand at clean living. eat salads, stay home on the weekends cut off boys that make me feel anything joe at work tells me to wear less makeup maybe then men won't follow me home maybe then mike will leave me alone stop calling the store phone looking for the prettiest smile he says he's ever seen i stand behind the counter ready to dial 911 on my screen clean living doesn't feel very clean when everyone you touch has dirt on them i mean i don't want to make a scene at work i just want to make money go home not get hurt keep my head down but red is too easy to spot much easier than i thought

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Mar 17, 2018

Mar 17, 2018 at 3:53 PM UTC

Redshift

pearls

i'd like to say that i've always been into clean living but there's nothing really clean about *** on your brother's living room floor or making you ache in movie theaters with just a glance or handjobs and ruining your pants i somehow have this strange power over men wanna look into my eyes when i **** them like i was prepackaged batteries included a little machine with thick thighs and big lips and the prettiest eyes you've ever seen below your belt you hang on my words like they're something you've never felt i have a pretty smile taste like something you've wanted but never had with crinkles in my cheeks and the dimples on my back i could make a grown man crack and i do - the middle aged men at my job love me wait outside after closing tryna touch me and i get scared walking home fingers shake in the cold one mile till i can let go of the breath that i hold and i try my hand at clean living. eat salads, stay home on the weekends cut off boys that make me feel anything joe at work tells me to wear less makeup maybe then men won't follow me home maybe then mike will leave me alone stop calling the store phone looking for the prettiest smile he says he's ever seen i stand behind the counter ready to dial 911 on my screen clean living doesn't feel very clean when everyone you touch has dirt on them i mean i don't want to make a scene at work i just want to make money go home not get hurt keep my head down but red is too easy to spot much easier than i thought

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If I wasn’t “here”?.... where is “here”?... Is it the 14 hr days of work...The lonely bed where even though I call her my wife I sleep alone……. I can’t say that “here” is exactly my destination... I think that i would be missed... When the bills became too much... when the work became too much.... I dont think “here” realizes how much I wanna be “there”.... I can count everything good in my world on one hand... But just like my good hand only four digits work.... Like on the end of a phone number... Oh the numbers I know ... They dont answer anymore... Now it’s not soo bad... She trades handjobs for beer... I can be the cause of every instance... God never gives more than I can carry.... I’ve got the full cable package... And of course I’ve got addiction... I have the one friend that because of history.... I am already saying goodbye.... I keep mental notes of the good times... so I can later read them... But in a mind full of bottles one always spills... Now most notes are a smear of ink on soggy Post- its..... But the empties saved are gonna make me a rich man... I like to think on the return slip the receipt will read..... 10002 mistakes…. 2502 lies….. 14 broken hearts….. 5000 lonely nights and 1 complete **** up.... And at the end it will say total refund..... 17518 regrets... But i can never return my **** up........ “Here”......... “Here” I can be happy at 80 dollars a night... “Here” I only hate everyone....” “Here” is my life..... “Here” is where everyone around me thinks I’m happy... I think when I finally get a chance…. I will go “there”..... And i will send postcards to everyone and it will read..... ” I think i get it now..... I wish you were HERE”....

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Apr 14, 2015

Apr 14, 2015 at 6:13 AM UTC

david-adam-johnson

If I Wasn't "Here"...........

If I wasn’t “here”?.... where is “here”?... Is it the 14 hr days of work...The lonely bed where even though I call her my wife I sleep alone……. I can’t say that “here” is exactly my destination... I think that i would be missed... When the bills became too much... when the work became too much.... I dont think “here” realizes how much I wanna be “there”.... I can count everything good in my world on one hand... But just like my good hand only four digits work.... Like on the end of a phone number... Oh the numbers I know ... They dont answer anymore... Now it’s not soo bad... She trades handjobs for beer... I can be the cause of every instance... God never gives more than I can carry.... I’ve got the full cable package... And of course I’ve got addiction... I have the one friend that because of history.... I am already saying goodbye.... I keep mental notes of the good times... so I can later read them... But in a mind full of bottles one always spills... Now most notes are a smear of ink on soggy Post- its..... But the empties saved are gonna make me a rich man... I like to think on the return slip the receipt will read..... 10002 mistakes…. 2502 lies….. 14 broken hearts….. 5000 lonely nights and 1 complete **** up.... And at the end it will say total refund..... 17518 regrets... But i can never return my **** up........ “Here”......... “Here” I can be happy at 80 dollars a night... “Here” I only hate everyone....” “Here” is my life..... “Here” is where everyone around me thinks I’m happy... I think when I finally get a chance…. I will go “there”..... And i will send postcards to everyone and it will read..... ” I think i get it now..... I wish you were HERE”....

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If I can get away with it It's safe to say I tried Handjobs over Handbags Hand over fist, the first fight I fought, I thought I'm in the right, no wrongs Swinging fists At God - I lost. Two black eyes and a dented aluminum can. A concussion A broken heart And the Humiliation out of televisions. Hallelujah hallucinations - The kids only did what they saw. Hallelujah hallucinations - The parents let them live through their thoughts. Hallelujah hallucinations - I'm not saying I didn't deserve it Past Present Future Fractals of opposing decisions void of logic, fingertips wet anticipation over a keyboard. Throat foaming purple capsules and a full tank of yellow gasoline a bottle of Xenka warm under summer seats (warped plastic adds flavor) Like a dog panting, I broke the forth wall simply for the sake of freedom.

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Jul 26, 2016

Jul 26, 2016 at 11:29 PM UTC

mikev

i Hate myself and theres Nothing You can do about It

If I can get away with it It's safe to say I tried Handjobs over Handbags Hand over fist, the first fight I fought, I thought I'm in the right, no wrongs Swinging fists At God - I lost. Two black eyes and a dented aluminum can. A concussion A broken heart And the Humiliation out of televisions. Hallelujah hallucinations - The kids only did what they saw. Hallelujah hallucinations - The parents let them live through their thoughts. Hallelujah hallucinations - I'm not saying I didn't deserve it Past Present Future Fractals of opposing decisions void of logic, fingertips wet anticipation over a keyboard. Throat foaming purple capsules and a full tank of yellow gasoline a bottle of Xenka warm under summer seats (warped plastic adds flavor) Like a dog panting, I broke the forth wall simply for the sake of freedom.

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Pressured at the age of eleven to allow unwanted hands crawl up my body, Pressured at the age of fifteen to give up my virginity, Pressured at the age of sixteen to give into my addiction of feeling accepted - Not accepted by others, but by boys who only love you if you give them handjobs.

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Jul 29, 2019

Jul 29, 2019 at 3:11 AM UTC

marissa123

Unwanted

Pressured at the age of eleven to allow unwanted hands crawl up my body, Pressured at the age of fifteen to give up my virginity, Pressured at the age of sixteen to give into my addiction of feeling accepted - Not accepted by others, but by boys who only love you if you give them handjobs.

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