"roleplay" poems
"Boy toy
or girl
toy! Don't
make me tell
you again, Pedro!"
I have committed a felony
within the land of the Golden Arches.
I have gone through
another patient's order
and forgotten which gender
to assign to the child
standing right next to them,
as if in need of another
fresh new coat in
traditional roleplay,
as if these little ones
were the cattle of tradition.
How foolish of me to assume
that the tiny calf in pigtails
would enjoy the strong-willed,
goal-setting, leadership-evoking
action figure instead of the sanitized,
goal-admonishing, vapidity-provoking
fashion doll.
I wouldn't want to lose
another valuable customer.
Jul 1, 2010
Jul 1, 2010 at 9:43 PM UTC
I awaken to find my mind either a complete blur, a fuzzy, foggy place, or a place of a maelstrom of thoughts, ideas, and emotions, some from the previous day, some from even before that. Electrifying anxiety, paralyzing fear, crippling doubt and depression are the orders of the day, when I fully awaken. I eat, then take my pills, to get my thoughts in some semblence of order. I go through the day, feeling trapped by problems my medications cannot control. I find myself either blaming everything and everyone else for said problems, or ripping out my own entrails as I blame myself - one extreme or another. I have visions, dreams, hopes of success, but then my depression, or whatever it is, kicks in, and wipes out those dreams, reducing me to a mess of shattered hopes and dreams. This is why I spend most of my days on tumblr, where people see me for who I am, but even there, people judge and discriminate against me, for whatever I have. On tumblr, I have friends that I roleplay out various characters with, different personalities, sometimes variations of myself take shape. Tumblr is the only place where I can seemingly have a reality in which I have control. The Internet is my portal to reality, my line of defense against what could be described as agoraphobia. But I still desire the company of people my own age, physically, rather than electronically, but I do not have the same interests of most of them, and am scared to death of doing so. The very thought of meeting a large group, or even an individual, sends me into a panic attack-like state, then I fall quickly into a state of depression because of that. I hate myself for that anxiety, the awkwardness I have. Loathe is the correct word. This is why I hide behind a computer screen. It may not be perfect, but I find it easier to interact online. I do not know how to translate how my characters act to my own actions, as some have suggested for me to do. I have been told that I need to choose to get out of this hole in which I am trapped. It is a struggle every day to even get enough energy to care, much less try to get out of the hole. The only way out is by climbing a steep cliff, covered by snow and ice, cut by the howling, bone-chilling wind, with only two hooks, in my hands, to claw my way out, fighting the falling snow and ice, occasional rock and hail, sleet too. There seems to be no place to make a camp, where I may rest, only the long, arduous, grueling climb, my vertical trek, my seemingly Sisyphean task that awaits me. A choice that may seemingly **** me. People have suggested that I turn to the supernatural, but that is a fool’s bet, a folly of hope, a wish of the people who build their castles in the sky.
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 2:46 PM UTC
Everyone says
that Romeo & Juliet
is the
greatest love story
of all time.
I happen to agree.
But not because
they commit suicide
due to their passion for each other,
but because of you.
We read Romeo and Juliet as a class.
Act II Scene II
Capulet's Orchard.
I was Juliet.
And you sat across the room in your desk.
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'
I read.
Ay,
I heard you say,
as did the class.
No one said a word
but waited for me to continue.
And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st,
And maybe I did take your word for it.
Though, maybe I shouldn't have.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 7:50 PM UTC
My mind feels
As though it
Flickers.
“Tick,
Tic,
Ti,
T.”
To experience ADD
is to have your brain
Switch between
Six different channels,
Six different themes.
It will always feel like you are
Rocketing between things.
In the span of a second,
Your mind will explore the dying children
In Mozambique.
In the next ponder,
Your mind indulges in the roleplay of
Naruto and the pink-haired chick.
I have no power over
Who dances in my play.
I know they bring flames,
But I’m uncertain as to
Who is managing the stage.
I am the director of this show, yet
I was banned to say.
The show has no ending, no beginning,
My life didn't come with instructions.
So I ****** it up and just lived with it.
In the moments that I daydream,
I always force myself to be in the present.
In fear that the world will think
I'm too dumb or complacent.
But that's just how my brain works.
Ten seconds gone,
I am travelling across the pool.
A red bruise on my lips and
A crack on my tooth.
I ask myself again,
Then and there,
How and when
Did I get this bruise?
It can be such a disadvantage,
It can be such a gift.
To be wholesome in a way,
But to also lack the basics.
I feel like I’m constantly living between
The two binary opposites.
As regulating emotions
can become a huge problem
I may have creativity and the sway,
But I'm also managing my impulsivity every day.
Do you know
Why I zone out
And lose focus?
My world inside
Can just be too chaotic.
But trust that I'm working on it.
Regardless,
I know this faucet will flow seamlessly
And being more aware of this condition
Will only help me manage it.
So what have I to lose,
In the midst of this plight?
I’ve been writing a lot of poetry,
Haven’t I?
AOA
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 9:31 AM UTC
No place for roleplay in this
illumined shrine of sanctified
skin and porcelain
where the most literal of lovers
whelm in the stainless steel
hot spring's silver stream
where the smoke screen of clothing
clashes with the steam cloud
rising like ironic bread
in Eden's kitchen
where a woman turns around
wrings and whips her satin
slope of hair around a shoulder
leaving to her man ideas
and a bar of soap that slithers
effortlessly in his palm
like a melted deck of cards
where a bubbled corner
is embedded in the small of her back
elevated from the tailbone
to the neck and lowered like the zipper
of the dress he parted not so long ago
where a jolt of urgency
accelerates an exercise in
the ski of soap around the junction
of the hips and outer buttocks
and a segue silently approved
by her arms hoisted to attend
to hair thought to be already
washed and conditioned
where the soap is shared by
both hands on the scaling of
her sudded sternum
presaging an unseen demand
from the beacons of progression
swelling in the wet heat
where a hand of soap and
hand of slide verifies the demand
of hands on her beaded *******
where he answers her swell
with his stiffness in the final feel
of mystery before a soft shift of
arms approximates a plea
for a frontal rinse
where hands return to ******
crowned chest sparking the advent
of eye contact all the while
where his ****** intensifies
in proportion to the eyes closed
in anticipation of their saturated mouths'
magnetic duet
where saliva and the cooling water mix
on their cameos of tongues slipping
through their lips in the midst of the mist
and where their towels hang in
a forgotten heap while he takes her
dripping body in his arms and
carries her to where the roleplay
will have to wait after all
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 12:35 PM UTC
See babygirl I come to free your soul from your body
Ease your mind, ease down your spine, and make it so ******
Undress you with my eyes, make love mentally, your body is an instrument, I play it like a symphany
Your heart beat fast, you get excited by my touch
Tryin' not to wake the neighbours, but you like it so much.
You can talk to me, tell me what you want.
Don't be scared, If it feel good, bite the pillow,pull the bedspread.
Can you put your legs behind your head, tell me can you take it
Tomorrow you'll be smilin to yourself & you going to still be aching.
Oh, Imma make it last, I promise I wont come quick, I Promise Im gonna do you right.
Cut off your phone & spend the night.
I let you get on top & let you feel like ya in control
Roleplay with you, be my stripper slide down the pole.
Kiss me from my head to toe, I'll tell you if it feels good
Got my nature hard as hell, now tell me if it feels good.
Now spin around & ride it from the back & stand up on your feet
Wrap my legs to keep you balanced, girl you got a real talent
The dirty'er I talk to you, the wetter that you get girl
A freak in the sheets but in the streets your a real good girl.
She likes for me to spank her & ask her who this is
Then she likes to throw it back & ask me how this feels.
Got a wet & gussy feel, I love it im going keep it real
Got me in the zone, extact like I pop the pill...
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 12:04 AM UTC
Wish I Could
Say no to you
And be as strong
As you think I am
I'm afraid
Living in this cycle is bearable
But for how long?
How long will it take me
To destroy everything even more
Then that I already did
How can I live with this
Because the feeling
After breaking you
Will be just as bad as before
I am confused
I am screaming
I am happy
I am silent
I am all at once
I am me
A terrible person
Who hurts
Who breaks
Who cries
But mostly
Makes other people be
And the worst part is
I don't even know why
So one last time
Sorry
I just want
To be the one
To speak her name as mine
Even in my dreams
She's here
But does that count as cheating?
Because it feels
Just as good
And just as bad
Even my poems show that broken is not broken Enough for me but nobody seems to realise
How
Can I scream for help
I want to
How
Can I get out of this stupid roleplay I created
Out of this lie
Out of this love
Out of everyone
Without breaking something
There is Only one question left
Why do I give out signs for help,
If help.
Will make this word I created,
And destroyed
Even worse
The pieces are finally getting back together
_Help_
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 12:49 PM UTC
I used to think I was different
special
weird
but I'm not
I read and paint
I sew and write poetry
I look after little kids
and I love
I'm a gay 15 year old with a girlfriend
I watch anime and read fanfic
I roleplay and cosplay
but so do my friends I am just like them
I'm not different
I am a cookie cutter
just like everybody else
and after telling myself I was weird for 15 years
its hard to be normal
I don't know what to do
I want to be different
but I'm not
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 2:58 PM UTC
I don't work
Yesterday I saw portraits
And impressionist paintings
From the 19th and 18th centuries
I'm at Starbucks today
It's all so strange
Maybe I'll go chip golf *****
Maybe I'll play golf
Tomorrow I'm getting
An oil change
I am 32 and single
And will most likely
Be single for a long time
What's the point
Of this place?
I give some food
Or water
To a random homeless person
When I can
I no longer live at home
But stop by to get food
And do laundry
How will the world end?
The terrorists are at it again
In the Fox interview the
Christian man said
Christians had been silent
Over recent terror attacks
The interviewer asked him
What should be done
He said something
About showing the love
Of Jesus in the world
Well that's great
But the terrorists won't stop
No matter what other
People say
Religious or not
How will the world end?
In a worldwide
Nuclear war?
Search your own heart
The body is weak
Life is fragile
I still have
The same dull frown
I will enjoy a hike perhaps
Or take notes
On "The Soviet Century"
I like to roleplay
In adult chats
As Gal Gadot
It is 6/5/2017
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 11:53 AM UTC
Cruelty was never the point.
But it happened anyway.
It was never scripted. Just lived.
Instinctively, asymmetrically.
Unscored by safewords
or symmetry.
Where dominance wasn't roleplay
but a structure the other bled against.
And neither one called it love.
Because love would have demanded
less elegance, more responsibility.
And some part of us needed it to stay
as ritual, not reckoning.
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 9:00 PM UTC
Not built relationship is drowning
In a turbid ruthless sea
Though I'm hesitating
What's laying between you and me
I was being made a player
So lemme call it Game
This game is called "indifference"
Or "the one who doesn't care"
I guess I'm acting truly
I guess I'm playing well
For get into the character of girl who doesn't dare
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 7:33 PM UTC
I still think,
Of all the things we did.
Late night roleplay.
Early morning claiming.
Claiming the friendship that,
In its hardship,
Makes life seem worth all of this pain.
It's hard to see why,
There is any gain,
To be this high.
Why did you leave?
Dropped like a leaf.
Blowing in the wind,
Controlled by a social trend.
I can't feel anymore.
It seems to much like a chore.
Just waste away in music.
I miss the way you smiled,
Like.i make you feel like a child.
I miss the noise you make,
As you walked with me.
I could feel the gentle shake,
As the winter air chilled your small face.
And as we kissed,
The world seemed to disappear.....
I had nothing else to fear......
But why couldn't I continue?
Live in this moment?
Just like a menu,
So many choices.......
I was wrong.
I miss you.
I am so empty.
I'm so sorry......
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC
Confused
It's been happening a lot lately
Think you know me
Think I know myself
But we all know
The me that is terrible
The me that does not lie about it
The me that is a little badass
But no
That is just starting to become the real version of this roleplay
Nobody knows
The me behind the scars that are not from my knife but from you because i told you to do it and it would be better for you
The actual person behind here
In the corner
The me that lies about even this
The me that makes everyone cry
The me that makes life a game
The Only person who can say 'i love you' without care
And it has gone too far
So please believe me
No one will ever know
But how can i get out of this lie
If i am the lie myself
So here is a list
No not "the list"
But things i need to say sorry for;
Lying
Wanting to be the one
To speak her name as mine
Lying
Destroying all
Lying
Making sure you'll never find out
Lying
Saying 'i love you' while i don't
Lying
It's so easy over text
But it gets harder in real life
How long are we able to go on with this lie
You know it isn't true
But who will be the first to realise
_You or me_
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 1:52 AM UTC
perhaps the most appealing part of you
is that we could never be together
never in the same room
under the pretenses between these sheets
laugh lines forming a parenthesis
becoming an unfinished sentence
embedded in your thread count
you always liked me better
when you couldn't see my face
roleplay began taking the shape
of a placeholder instead
missing what we couldn't have
taking what we could get
greedy and all-consuming lust
i wonder who else might feel the same way
when affection grows into resentment
repulsive to the tongue
forbidden love becomes bitter
when it is left to breathe over time
Nov 9, 2024
Nov 9, 2024 at 10:18 AM UTC
I wish I had one last chance
To hold you in my arms
To see you smile
The thought of you being gone defiles
The memories we shared together
I wish I had one last chance
To hear you laugh
To listen to every paragrah that you spoke
To laugh together at one last joke
To have a war of pokes
Now that your gone I feel deaths fingers on my neck
I begin to choke
I wish I had one last chance
To roleplay with you
To exchange crazy ideas
To have an ideal party
To hear you say I’m not smart as I call you a smarty
To smell your scent
To know your listening as I vent
To see your eyes shine
To know your mine
To sip on wine
Your gone and I’m having trouble living
I wish I had one last chance
To listen as you educate
To go an skate
To get away from the harsh world
To watch you unfurl a flag
To play tag
You left me all alone
It hurts inside to know
That you didn’t think you could talk to me
I wish I had one last chance
To be with you
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 12:37 PM UTC
the higher my age climbs
the more i feel like that little kid again
staring into the mirror, wearing their
parents’ clothes;
a first attempt at performance,
roleplay.
those two numbers seem oversized,
daunting and ill-fitting
too grown for my
tiny body, tiny heart, tiny brain,
tiny ability, tiny understanding,
tiny sense of self.
i cannot fill the sleeves of my father’s jacket
i cannot stand confidently in my mother’s heels
i’ve barely transcended toddling,
and my hollow translucent arms are too short to
reach the shelves of Adulthood.
(i’m not a daughter or a son
i’m a child.)
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
there is this chick across the street walking her lemur—
wow I wonder if the lemur likes to roleplay as a bird.
on the street, i am not alone—for i have my chicken McNuggets
and i can hear the translucent ocean through a floating **** cheek
have you ever seen a young fawn in a window?
Yeah, me neither. But i do like to eat wooden tables.
i want to blog about how the sky is filled with clouds
that look like the inside of a pillow.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 3:59 PM UTC
you will crave the taste
the touch
the feeling
I give you when im around
the body to body contact
the lust
the ***
the roleplay
my presents is enough
you have me
my body is your temple
my love is yours
you love me
you crave me
the bruises you leave
the biting
the scratching
the wild love
***
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 8:11 PM UTC
In the thick of sticky summer heat
A voice that still makes my heart skip a beat
Run my tongue over the sound of your name
Knowing nothing could ever be the same
Your love was motion sickness on a highway
Your love was a red card for foul play
The double yellow lines we once sped by
Made a hole in my heart for you to occupy
Now that hole has become a shallow grave
Everyday, a vast emptiness I stave
More than anything, I miss your eyes
Or how for once, I needed no disguise
In my mind we get to roleplay
You say through the night you'll stay
We both wake with sun on our skin
My fingers trace the outline of your grin
But I wake with no sunshine near
The dark emptiness only brings fear
Every day is a cycle I can't break
My life is shallow and fake
Though you've left, I'm glad you came
Every cherry tree still speaks your name
Part of me wishes you'd hold me once more
Whisper that I'm who you adore
This summer I hope you find someone new
I hold no misconceptions - we're through
I'll always keep you near my heart
Now and forever, together or apart
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 12:44 PM UTC
My father was always
a bit of a showman
but I'll never know
if he was aware of that
fact
as he would stand up a little
straighter and puff out his
chest and his slight
Ohio/Texas twang would
become a full on
Sam Elliot drawl
but three octaves lower
like he was a real life cowboy
only to be outdone
by his favorite president
Ol' Papa Reagan
and I guess I found it strange
that he could never really
get into the role
of being a caring, kind, and sweet
parent
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 12:20 PM UTC
I love how she consumes me,
Splitting wide open, raw, and free.
Mouth filled, ***** stretched, *** claimed by me
A fire inside, untamed, unashamed.
The weight of me, heavy, pressing down,
My **** drives deep, where pleasure drowns.
A playful roleplay dance, a struggle, all right,
Bodies tangled, lost in the night.
Hips slamming, flesh colliding,
Wet rhythms, primal, abiding.
The air thick with sweat and desire,
A musk of *** a smoldering fire.
I claims her, filling her with my trace,
A carnal imprint, an untamed embrace.
Deep within my essence lingers,
Written by my soul, your body encased!
Jan 2, 2025
Jan 2, 2025 at 5:01 PM UTC
Let's go back to history
Where TVs aren't voiced
Let's play a game,
Where you guess what am I thinking;
without me voicing it out
Let's do some quiz
Where you guess what am I feeling right now
behind my masked self
Let's do some roleplay
Where you become a psychic
and me giving you the telepathy
I wonder...
Will it reach through...
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 7:32 AM UTC
Can't see
Can they?
Pictures that ruin
Up, it eats you
Determination
Addiction
Love and Hate
Can't say
Can they?
Sounds and voices
Down, it pulls you
Taboo roleplay
***
The dance of men
Can't believe
Can they?
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 9:08 PM UTC