"masterbation" poems
1. Had you a viral video,
you’d watch it
more than once.
2. Instagram hearts
make you smile,
even from strangers.
3. Which would
you rather:
***
or
Zuckerberg
friending you
on Facebook.
No, this isn’t a Cosmo quiz —
it’s a social experiment.
Because no one ACTUALLY
answers these questions honestly
without looking like
that ****** at the pool
trying to get as MANY
high fives as possible.
Yet, we all do it.
Alone or in public.
Day or night.
LED screen spice up our lives.
It was probably
best embodied
by that girl taking
selfie
after
selfie
after
selfie
after
selfie,
filmed for minutes
on the way to school,
the video soon posted,
by her dad
trying to teach her a lesson?
Or trying to get attention?
Either way, he might as
well have hashtagged it
#socialsuicide.
Like most humor
we laughed at her
because we are her.
We see a dripping
characterture
************ to
itself in public.
Wait, it,
sounds wrong
when you name it.
But there is
a name for it:
Digital ************
aka
Self-adoration
aka
Narcississism.
You won’t agree
that you do it too.
But I’ll bet
most of you
get excited
thinking about
notifications too.
Why is that?
You’d never admit it.
You can say
I smelt it, so I dealt it.
Call me a preacher,
a hater, or a hypocrit.
But I'd rather you call me a
digital masterbater too.
And then remember the last
time you opened Instagram
or Facebook
or Twitter
and took a selfie
or hashtagged something
or posted a status
that your still breathing.
How long has it been —
a minute, an hour, a day?
Now try making fun of her.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 11:20 AM UTC
I got this great sensation.
With a broad imagination
And I love to think
Where other brains are weak
So educate me
Teach me that one plus one in ya bedroom
Means later on a wife and groom
That if I don't pull out and stay in
9months from now we got a baby coming
We all need education
No don't put me no class room I want hands on
I want to touch feel and embrace the sun
And yes I know its hot
But so was you and look what I got
I'm getting educated
Now that I know about the birds and the bees
I got a lil knowledge on astrolegy
Can we go on please
Without this thing called education the brain is dead
She brought me to life the first time I got in her bed
She educated me taught me things I never knew
Like you can have sharp pains in ya heart from what someone else might do
That you can be heart broken yea she taught that to me
She also demonstrated that one time she left me
Education
Although sad for her to go I'm glad she taught me about ************
Or else I would be in a world of shyt
Sexually fustrated holding all these nuts in
Man **** education half of the shyt we don't use
And knowing one plus one don't stop ya heart from getting bruised
I hate education of life I should of stayed in public schools
Instead of coming out to the real world and takin off my sschool shoes
I don't want to learn
That falling in love sometimes can burn
**** you education
I'm gonna make a collabaration of the two
The real world / school education and sell it to ya kids in school
So they won't be fooled
When someone comes and try to educate them
And still I have a great sensation with a broad imagination
I got my books pen and paper early preperation
For this shyt called education
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 10:47 PM UTC
no slavering kisses
like a dog on heat
no schoolboy fumble
wanting you to beat his meat.
no ***** in the dark
or a letch to grab your ****
no rancid breath,nor sweaty skin
to grasp you in his mits.
just you and your fingers
and your own ***** vices
pure ecstacy of loving yourself
with your battery op devices.
it is all in the touch
the rhythm of your wrist
the way your body squirms
giving a wriggle to your hips.
a gasp n moan
************ brings you pleasure
frustrated tensions fade away
as you fiddle at your leisure.
reaching your crescendo
a throb a pant a sigh
eyes slightly misted
youre at your dizzying high.
copyright gothicmistress 2010
Nov 19, 2010
Nov 19, 2010 at 6:02 AM UTC
They
say
Playing with yourself
is bad, and it
will make you
Go blind...
They
must
be
Right.
Because
I can't see
a
reason why I should stop doing it. :D
Jul 28, 2012
Jul 28, 2012 at 6:17 PM UTC
Rationalization
Participation
Concentration
Manipulation
Devastation
Frustration
Delegation
Completion
Direction
Addiction
Motovation
Contraction
Perfection
Election
Connection
Commotion
Lotion
Jubilation
Revaluation
Fibulation
Continuation
Population
Sensation
Complication
Allegation
Temptation
************
Proustitution
Execution
Desertion
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC
I listen
and I hear
the sound
of a radio
that is off
the station
and I don't
make a move
to fix it while
I sit here involved
neck deep in
mental ************
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 7:54 PM UTC
A cosmic ray dispersed into creation
Tail wagging upstream with elation
So many victims fallen to ************
Anxious seed sprouting with incubation
Privileged To exist
we have no choice
Growing like a cyst
No time to rejoice
Cognitive effort to grasp us being alive
Ponder the place from where we derive
Reasons for life and why we must strive
Are we honeybees with earth as our hive
Pray to the heavens for when we"ll arrive
Greeted with a smile and god"s high five
Effortlessly we all continue to live and be
Subconsciously evolving the human tree
Temporarily renting this vessel of a body
Surreptitiously evading death to be free
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 1:46 AM UTC
I'm only agressive because u made me this way . Every day u insist upon calling me gay .
But we are one so don't try to fight this Sensation. Were the same person so its not gay its ************ .
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 6:18 AM UTC
frustration
************
she'd make love if she knew
if she could
if she would
when her life seems to spiral down
mental capacities limited more and more
she sips a little 80 proof
packs another bowl and waits for
life
to
BEGUN
listens to music that reminds her of beautiful boys
that have long gone
moved on
beautiful boys they dance and sing play music together
in her dreams all of them
together smiling faces
cheating messes
probation
with some hesitation
she'd make love if she could
life
frustration
make love to a bar of soap
it's all you got
they ended short short relationship with a parting wish
"go **** yourself, *****
...and as she stands in shower
wonders if they'd feel satisfied
if they knew she did exactly that
it's all she has
one parting wish
and a bar of soap
Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 6:18 PM UTC
The trapeze artist without
trapeze,
encased within a paper weight,
reading through eye
glasses crafted for readers
astigmatic use.
This is the mind set...... this is the end truth.......
Being is embryonic,
to become, to the pupal larva,
a new becoming, Life.
II
Quantum leaps often end in tragedy
when the time traveler ceases to travel
The sudden stop!
Rapid communication......synaptic calibration......recall all yesterdays.
blind intellect one tenth of one second 15 seconds
The dimensions split and the bicameral mind appears two lobes
right and left, inverted vision adjusted for
mythic fusion,
creating abstracted convolutions
answering to them self. A planet in a galaxy of confusion.
III
Imagination finding place in the new electronic
institution, man made synaptical illustrations
from pixilated madness.
We take from this..............an
illogical extension of our existence that makes some sense.
We make it such
that it becomes
the most told lie
we believe without questioning.
Till death we do part.
IV
As I inhale looking at my past...my last past, well
in any case the past is where I just wrote past the last time
like now PAST.
Rationalization is overrated, intellectual ************
is for the cools, and catatonic haze is a new wave drug.
It is early in a new society's evolution.....
It is late in the face of time......
ergo quantum quandary quid pro quo
Ajerry / copyright
2013
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 6:34 PM UTC
The lightest touch
Is all it takes
To stimulate
The thirsty mind
Desires like delusions
Bloom out of needs
Unmet
To own and to possess
To have and to hold
What is the difference
Between marriage and
Slavery?
So many expectations
Inevitable like gravity
Forsaking the self
In exchange for
The we.
The body continues
Its fleshy desires
Long after
The mind is
Made
When the desires of body
Overtake mind
What am I?
Is it me?
Is it, it?
Aug 6, 2023
Aug 6, 2023 at 8:12 PM UTC
what are we really doing?
with the lives that we are given
it comes and goes
so fast like food, *** and ************
we feel like we need more
we are meant for more
something that never gives us that satisfaction
the pleasure of never giving in
pushing and pushing and pushing till the we are dead
the earth, planets, universe and god will never end.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 3:21 AM UTC
songs, senses pleasing themselves, beat, of silence, song, of ************ of lubrication, beat, of the time in a shift in conversation, expression, in the birds, who do it instinctually, to people, who do it as sponges, yes. we are all spongbob, hurting and dancing and blowing bubbles, ready, ready, ready
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 4:28 PM UTC
I'm doing this backwards it seems.
This living, this life, this existence ...
If that really is, what it is,... A gift, or a punishment?
Similar to ************ self gratification, that first one,..
Never another, not even the immediate second,..
After the first of anything,
Has been,... Is done,... Gets finished,...
Is experienced for the very first time,...
The next and next and next, the second...
and on and on and on and on... are much much less intense.
More understood, less mysterious,... Less amazing,... more like practice.
This continues until you find your mind and self numb. And terribly unsold to the truth of the experience.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 9:35 AM UTC
How can I ease the pain
when it's tons of pressure
on my brain
hard to maintain
governments officials think of us disdained
I'm hittin' intellects like snorts of *******
World was made from Blood stains
products of the devil though a rebel
so **** the law I spit raw wit it
ordained as a outlaw
had no choice too ******* to haters
get ran through
malice finds no good in the ghetto neighborhood
wish I could change everything
I see is strange makin' skins mange
breakin' through the molds of sin demons casted in
Earth since my birth
covert elite waitij' for us to retreat
but never I will got a Strong Will
Eager to **** eradicatin' Capitol Hill
battlin' stormy weather like birds flocks together we can and will.endeavor
sometimes thugs gotta cry so why lie
so what if I gotta **** .the fools in white coats
shovin' drugs down our throats
coast to coast
Ready to toast ya told ya Ebola
ain't nothing but an enema
man made disease please don't beg
**** makin' a plea to the jury
I'm guilty Cuz the courts don't feel me
it's the Nat Turner in me
reincarnation minds in gestation
from spiritual ************
sound the war even the score
reality grows sore
the closer I get to Jehovah
as long as I'm breathin' I'll
continue the struggle til the aeon is over
uhh
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 7:00 PM UTC
Maybe I'm just bored
With ************
Or maybe the brush
Just fells better
In my hand
Or it could be the colors
That distract
The blood flow
Up
Instead of down
Or maybe its
Something deeper
Gnawing
At my
Flesh
From within
My bones
****
Its the silence
And
The solitude
And the
Darkness
Spilling out
The ugly
Truth of beauty
Of
Spending
Time
Alone
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 5:09 AM UTC
It starts with a scribble and a scratch
And the bleeding of a pen
And the carving of the pulp
Words pile and puddle
And emotions gather and release
Joy and grief
And longing and anticipation
Its verbal mental ************
Scarring paper with confessions
And confusion and grand illusion
Of dreams with miserable conclusions
And I'm begging for her affection
And shes grasping for him
And he's slinging arrows for anothers attention
Who has a cold shoulder
And a broken heart
And shes trying to write herself
Out of her hole
But only finds herself
Deeper and more broken and hurt
Carrying the immortal curse
Of loving the pain of the heartache
Of the scribble and the scratch
And the beliving of the ink
And the desperation of finding hope
In the last line
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 10:23 PM UTC
Emasculation, no
*********** needing
Ministration: handy
************
Mitigation
Yah, bruh
Handy dandy
Some vacation
A friction revelation
Whao!
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 12:08 AM UTC
I hate how I always need validation
> Like the implication of insecurities are the only assurity that I'll never be alone
>
> Sometimes self love stops at ************
>
> Like the only time I love myself is when I can make myself feel the drastic ******** sensation
> Like the only vacation is ejactulation
> Otherwise the frustration is unbearable
>
> I try to remind myself that true wealth and real health is all about self help, but still I cry out that I am lonely
>
> Sometimes I wonder if being under the covers and under another is the only time I will ever feel whole,
> But deep down I know
> That filling a hole will never fill the hole left by feeling inferior
>
> Sometimes I find security in insecurities
> Sometimes feeling lonesome is the only way I can be alone, and still feel my home is not abandonment
>
> For once I feel the need to not need to succeed in the Greed of another's arms
> Cause being charmed should leave me alarmed but sadly even when I'm harmed I feel more loved than not bein used
>
> Not being bruised or subdued by being seduced, when I know deep down the only truth is that I don't love myself enough
>
> I find it tough to find self worth without some kind of self hurt or without being heard that I am loved
> Or that I'm needed
> But being needed is equivalent to be self defeated, to being depleted, and so I'm scared that I need it just to feel wanted
>
> To feel valued, or feel I am not cursed to be submerged on earth, with no worth, unless I feel first a loving embrace
>
> So I tell myself not to chase a fate without faith and instead of hating my own face, see how great I am and can be
> Without a strangers company, but it's strange to me as I am estranged from self love
>
> So leave the words above and beyond for those who feel they don't belong and let them know that they too can be strong
>
> Strong enough to see that you are enough for u
> And that I too have accrued the same attitude and crude mood of feeling desperation but refuse
>
> Refuse to being locked in a dungeon mocked by my own destruction
> And hope u release yourself as I do from it's abduction
>
> Released from the disease of the need to feel wanted or being left haunted by self hatred
> So I stand here naked, and sedated by leaving castrated the inflated loneliness narrated by my own self consciousness
> And leave only the promise of feeling self love that's honest even if it's only prompted from within
>
> And will no longer entertain the pain of feeling strain from stains left from
> A mundane train of thought
> Exhausted from feeling not good enough ...
>
>
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 8:15 PM UTC
What the ****
Seriously
Why is pain such a reacuring memory
For me
Yes, i am me
And I am an addict
44 percent I think
(The number always fluctuates depending on the situation)
I got cocky that's got to be it
A new career
And some time in my pocket
And now I'm laying here
Black pupils so large
I need an exorcism
One day to recover until class
One ******* day
At least procrastination
Will be something I excel at
Oh and ************
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 10:24 PM UTC
They say Karma is a cold one.
It's like I'm married to her.
It's like, at night
She's the last thing I see on my way to sleep.
It's like I kiss her goodnight and then we cuddle.
We even make love.
No, it's like we're conjoined at the hip,
Or some ****
Cause she is ALWAYS RIGHT THERE.
And has a hand in EVERYTHING throughout the day
Or...
Or maybe she's my ****
Maybe since I ****** and/or ****** over so many women,
And since I've been told "Go **** yourself" so many times
Now she's ******* me
Maybe this is some sick form of ************
Or maybe I contracted her like an STD.
Or maybe,
Just maybe
She's hereboo to steal my joy like mustard gas to oxygen.
Who knows though?
May there's an penicillin type injection for it.
But, the government refuses to let us use it.
Maybe North Korea can nuke it.
Or Marvel has a super hero to defeat this evil villain.
Or maybe, when all of **** I've done in my past
Maybe I deserve it!
Maybe we are soulmates and
My birthday is our anniversary!!!
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 6:16 PM UTC
Friendly fire, friendly fire!
I cut the wires he's got some wires..
No undercover I'm under covers
I'm understanding and underlining
It's exasperated and ************
To my mind to orchestrate this life I'm living.
Always feeling wrong but it feels so good gripping life from a tip to receive simething out of it
My suspicion is always before me and my sin has elevated
My lips are weary so my heart becomes like lemons.
Bright and radiant
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC
Slowly sending chills down my spine
I feel the love stenched with lust intertwine
Though bind I caress my hands on her behind
And pressed my lips firmly against her lips
Energy being transferred from one heart to the next
As I key into her soul with a telepathic text Only then she'll realize it's not just about ***
It's about mastering the art of love making
And feeding into her deepest senses causing powerful ***********
Soon to see ************ from my mental stimulation
Breaking her barriers through hidden frustration
At ease let me cease that stress wear you like a tight dress
Once I give you dose of the poems that manifest no second guess
I'm.ready to be the best just say yes
And I'll continue to bless
You through time after time cuz I'm
The only one that can make you smile
Go crazy and wild stuck in a daze
Let's make a love child
Play you fair no need to be foul
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 5:30 AM UTC