amt Oct 2012
I like you.
Or at least I like who I am when I'm with you.
When I look into your eyes,
I'm on a different planet.
I've always liked you...
Even before everyone else did.
I still do...
And I don't know if its worse if you know,
Or worse if you don't.
1331

Wonder—is not precisely Knowing
And not precisely Knowing not—
A beautiful but bleak condition
He has not lived who has not felt—

Suspense—is his maturer Sister—
Whether Adult Delight is Pain
Or of itself a new misgiving—
This is the Gnat that mangles men—
If I'm the Doctor,you're the nurse
This surgery couldn't get any worse
Until I find out I'm not a Doctor- or a Miracle worker.
You're so close from pulling the red right out of me
Now you made it blue
Like the artificial coloring dyes
I really can't say goodbye
LC Oct 2014
A
Triangle
Is the place
Where two lines meet,
Dreaming more than I sleep,
The death of love is a beautiful thing,
Hiding mistakes I will never make again,

We are just old lovers living new days now,
I don't know much but I know two things
My passion may be impure,
But my love is clean.
~LC~
1619

Not knowing when the Dawn will come,
I open every Door,
Or has it Feathers, like a Bird,
Or Billows, like a Shore—
I did not know such thoughts
till I lay here tightly bound
and pleasures that I knew not
till I felt your ropes around.

I did not know the freedom
that bondage could so bring
or of eager anticipating
how a riding crop might sting.

I did not know the beauty
of being in your chains
as nothing but a slavegirl
to use as you intend.

I did not know the silence
that a leather hood could give.
locked in isolation
where nothing can intrude.

I did not know the feeling
of fingers touching so,
bringing deep caresses
to inflame my inner self.

I did not know the flowing
that would be drawn from me,
as hands I could not see there
might reach so deep within.

I did not know the warming
that would so rise inside,
to make me gasp with wanting
as I your knowing fingers ride.

I did not know the parting
so widely of my thighs,
that would accept your loving
as you hard against me rise.

I did not know how deeply
you would slide into me,
as my moist and eager welcome
would take you in so free.

I did not know that bondage
could make me feel like this,
to be loved in this special way
was my need you see.

I did not know the rising
that comes from deep within,
with unstoppable explosions
that blow my mind away.

I did not know of subspace
that place you send me to
where I am in another world
until I return to you.

You have been my teacher
of things I did not know,
and that I was unaware
of the need I had of them.

I thought myself so worldly
yet was so innocent,
of such dark pleasures
that you brought to life for me.

You have taught me much
of things I did not know,
that freedom’s an illusion
and incarceration’s me.

Francesca Anderssen 2018
I write of what I know from life as I have lived it. Kinky yes, but in the company of liked minded people who have invariably been caring and courteous in parallel with their sadism. You might like other stuff I’ve written, (poetry and erotic fiction) available on Amazon on Kindle or paperback
Not knowing
it's a tub they're in
the fish cooling at the gate.
AS Jul 2011
"listen
beloved i dreamed
i thought you would have deceived
me and became a star in the kingdom
of heaven" - ee cummings


listen
love, I am
looking for things to promise you.
(i promise) I have noticed the lines next to your eyes
I promise I am a foreign country
i'm not trying to be
I promise sometimes I look in the mirror and I see a child
and I am right.
Build me a castle
made of cigarette butts and litchi fruit
and (i will) wear my crown of white hot ash
and i will burn my Hebrew name into your palms like
some catholic wednesday
like some stolen bicycle
like your sidelit kindness in the cold.
(go home)
and i will write you a song
sweet enough to
wash the taste
out of your mouth.
Caitie May 2014
Knowing that I lost you
Knowing I didn't make you happy enough
Knowing that you thought of me as a mental screw up
Knowing that you will never be mine
Knowing that you'll never want me again, like I want you
Knowing you're with her instead of me
Knowing that I wasn't good enough for you
Kills me inside
Mike Essig Apr 2015
After 63 years
of living hard and
hard work at living,
I do know, quite clearly,
that I don't know
much.

~mce
The horror of not knowing
is killing the inside
of me, of her, of him
maybe of you

We, all of us have at least once in our lives imagined whats next
We, all of us have followed a schedule so we'd know whats next

The horror of knowing
is very specific
is truely full of adrenalin
it kicks me right in the chest

None of us would enjoy the full experience of knowing everything
None of us can be in the power of knowing everything

We all have doubts, hopes, dreams, sorrows, speciel moments.
Sometimes those doubts, hopes, dreams, sorrows and speciel moments
won't live up till your expectations.
Then you'll have to remember that it wouldn't be a gift, to know everything or not to know anything.

We are after all only ourselves, and we should live in this, our, moment of time. nothing and no one should mix in and make us think towards the future or the past.

We shouldn't hesitate into information. Rethink and if you truly visualize yourself in happiness with the information the go get it, otherwise don't.

Another love story of mine, I wanted to know everything, every little darn thing of affairs that happened, had happened or would happen.
Well long story short, that relationship didn't work out.
Originally piece by me : Marie Brandenborg Pedersen
Naomi Sa'Rai Aug 2012
If it is true
You had loved me
As I love you
Your lips had touched skin
Flushed red
Shades of splattered pink shown within
Yes I know
The moon hugs the sun
Never let's go
As stars are children
They multiply in number
We've hidden for far to long
Under blankets of night
Loving the embrace
Grass to epidermis
Holding minds
Filled with fog
Confusion
Pacing
Let it be true
Tell me there's a me
That meets I
Standing next to you
If it be real
I shall reach
For a star
Loosing what hasn't been claimed
My Achilles heel
You had loved me
As I love you
Poseidon in an ocean
Sailing a sea of blue
Bring thoughts to mind
Adventurous endeavors of memories
Lips curved upward to smile
Loved you once I'd known
You loved me for awhile

The Knowing:
Alex Bryan Jun 2014
If knowledge is power
The power is gone
Things we knew are now proven wrong
Surprises have come and surprises have passed
Without emotion for this I lack
I dream of on day seeing the ships in the far
White sails full of hope and yet unmarred
The world we know is not the world that's real
Covered with lairs and beggars who steal
So come with me and drift away
Over the white caps  to a place we can stay.
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