"monogamist" poems
my polygamous relationship with you distances me from the monotony of monogamy and makes me feel lonelier than the loneliest mundane monogamist. my mere apologies for my misendeavors, the malnutritious morals of my miseducation propose metal mirrors and castaways controlled by cutting carvers, craving crazy letters and loyalty from lengthy lies and lonely lives. lethargy overtakes and vowels reign, raining drops like rainbows and rocks in rivers, rusting relationships, rusty railroads at intense intersections entwined in everything inside and nothing on the outside anymore except these
muscles. we are back at the beginning.
my mind marvels in the magic of the memories, the madness of the morbidity and the hesitations of your reaction. his, I take, is misunderstood as my misfortune, but it is not a miss, my fortune: it is a fox in feathers colorful like friendships 'fore their forfeited and feigned approval, forced for fear of polygamy tho' it promises the purest pleasure, the most personal independence and precious pearls of princes, princesses, powerful, plight-less
poetry. peace surrenders,
souls surprise themselves, surprise their cells, call for curious catastrophes to take place. colorful and calm they coincide with cooperation that can not contain the context of truth, of teases, of teasers and targets and tonal dualities and we endeavor, we endear you, we dare destroy the darkness of the devil in its disguised diamonds.
words lie at my feet like pebbles of poetry and I promise personal demise, deterioration and ridiculous obsessions- there's madness to be had and fragments to be written and I play with silly alliteration instead!
serious and serene you stare as if my sanity has slowly faded and I sternly helplessly smile shyly. I suppose you are sincerely offering me your blessing before parting, so stumbling slightly I surrender…
if this is the prevailing promise of mere mortality, I'm graciously aware I was worthy of words.
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 2:01 PM UTC
i know you think im joking
but a pervert saved my life
she came to me one day
to **** me with a knife
i said oh no no no don't do it
ill do anything you say
then she said im a perv
and i want your love all day
but to love a perv is icky
your a creepy girl
she made me smell her feet
and dance a spinning twirl
wow she said you did that well
why don't you stand on your head
look up my dress and say im hot
or for sure you will be dead
i realized she was very odd
and asked her what was wrong
she said i was married forever
and couldn't have his ****
so i went off my rocker
not getting what i needed
but made believe for years
that i was never ever cheated
then one day i snapped
and cried for lust all day
so they called me purvy *****
and tried to keep me away
the more i went with out
the hornier i got
until one day in torment
i loved the smell of rot
i fell in love with filth
and to this very day
i have no scruples at all
ill do anything for a lay
now pull your pants off
and show me your little ****
dam its so cute
ill lick your lolly pop
she used her tongue like a twizzler
it was really fun
and then i realized i was like her
and my life as a perv begun
so if your starved for love
and craving ***** lust
you might as well join the ranks
of pervy folks r us
99% Switch
96% Degrader
94% Rope bunny
93% Dominant
90% Rigger
89% Degradee
88% Sadist
87% Brat tamer
83% Submissive
83% ******
81% *********
79% Master/Mistress
76% Primal (Prey)
74% Primal (Hunter)
74% Experimentalist
73% Brat
62% Non-monogamist
50% Owner
47% Vanilla
43% Slave
42% Daddy/Mommy
38% Exhibitionist
10% Ageplayer
100% Girl/Boy
7% Pet....meow
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 9:23 AM UTC
They say,
old habits die hard.
Don't I know it.
I put down the bottle for a while,
picked it back up.
Older now, more refined.
Bourbon,
instead of the cheap rot gut,
of my youth.
It all kills you in the end.
Still can't go out in public.
Teeth grinding,
Who's the enemy?
Who's the snake in this crowd?
Do I have my weapon?
Constantly clutching leather bound steel,
haven't needed the blade,
in a long time,
but must always be ready.
Marlb menthols,
pack a day, at least.
Smoke one to take the edge off,
there's always an edge.
Serial monogamist,
constantly striving for love,
hopeless romantic.
Hopelessly falling for women so venomous,
they could teach vipers,
a thing or two.
Picked up
a couple new ones but,
the old habits die hard
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 12:29 AM UTC
I woke hungover and heartbroken,
ethanol lying thick on my breath
as the fog upon my mind.
I thought of you,
and how i'd hurt you,
and how i didn't seem to care.
It seems to be the only way for things to end.
Strange how quick the tragic ending can be forgotten,
in the presence of a bright and glimmering
potential happy ending.
Stranger still how none assume
a happy ending could be achieved alone,
as if engraved within our skulls
is the knowledge that we,
Alone,
could never be enough for ourselves.
I've been picking and choosing,
the serial monogamist strikes again!
What surprises me is that i've not yet run out of willing suitors.
I wouldn't date me.
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 12:20 AM UTC
i'm in a long-term relationship with my depression
and she's a ******* jealous *****
i'm sorry that sometimes three's a crowd but she is the one constant in my life and i'm terrified of the sadness ending because then who am i?
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC
As if a witch appeared in front of me in a puff of smoke, I was transfixed — Me standing there mouth open, unable to look away, as if held by some magic power. Not use to this I strategize a exit. Lies, pessimistic conlicts, mused with disturbed behavior. Łike being infected there are side effects a breathe of fresh air is relief to asthma, a cup of tea is for nausea. You are my medicine when your close to me- my better half, monogamist, consort. In undisguised astonishment; a day is better, with a dose of you intuned with more focus on the now. Don't want to move stuck on you.
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 11:34 AM UTC
the serial monogamist
constantly looking for your next hit
whether it be meeting a new face, a rollie
an argument
instant gratification is your currency
and You worry that you're a fraud
I don't know if i'm the only one who knows
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 7:45 PM UTC
One simple phrase to tear us wide
apart
Make us writhe and squirm
breathlessly
Three words to promise eternal hold
And leaving us aching, and sobbing to death
Make us writhe and squirm
breathlessly
Pleading and crying for a reprieve
And leave us aching, and sobbing to
death
Ripped at the seams and naked
Pleading and crying for a repreive
As hostility becomes mundane
Ripped at the seams and naked
Lies the passionate monogamist
As hostility becomes mundane
Dual passions are fuelled by the
state of bliss
Lies the passionate monogamist
Cannot see for the rage
Many hear them...
Three words that promise eternal hold
"Divide and Conquer"
One simple phrase to tear us wide apart
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 9:41 PM UTC