"scandle" poems
Hi, I'm a ****
I'm the girl who is only seen as a ****** slave.
I'm just digging my own grave.
Hi, I'm a ****
Having *** seems to have marked me.
**** let her be."
Hi, I'm a ****
I never close my legs.
Drinking straight from kegs.
Hi, I'm a ****
Today's world is so messed up that we are stuck with a meaningless name.
It's a game.
Hi, I'm a ****
I've gotten more men then I can handle.
Caught up in a scandle.
Hi, I'm a ****
Broken and threatened, bullied online.
**** she is so fine.
Hi, I'm a ****
But I'm also a writer too.
An artist, a poet, but you never knew.
Hi, I'm a ****
Where today in this world names can translate into actions.
And girls can get rapped.
And you can't escape.
Because fate is fate.
And I should not wear that because it's cut to low.
She's such a ***
She should just go.
Hi, I'm a ****
And it's a title that never dies.
Breaking ties.
Because.
Hi, I'm a ****
And I can never keep a guy.
No matter how hard I try.
And it's all a lie.
But, Hi...
I'm a ****
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 7:34 AM UTC
who knows
who rows
a boat
afloat
somthing
is in my throat
i think its a boat
il just use the best medication around
oo is makin dat sound???????????
o wait, me just high as de sky
my could fly to Janice meri's ouse
but me wont because me to lazy
relax, it aint halifax
its remax
max get out of here mon
and take your stupid wax candle
me dont like wax candles
dis be a big scandle?
no mon its just me, raldal
sorry randal
dis tin look like a guitar
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 8:28 AM UTC
i am that spark that ignites your desire
that which fuels your madness.
i am the explosion of your senses
the explicit insult to your feeble needs.
of mind and body, result or not.
i am the force within your planetary resolve
not gravity. nothing of the kind.
i am that which streaks in the sky
a dying star, i am not. to feeble, i think.
i am that which siphons your resistance
the strength of a thousand black holes, i have.
i am that which reasons with your soul
for your body is too weak.
i am that which is enthroned atop your passion
its master and commander.
i am the continuous peal of deafening thunder
that plagues your wild fantasies.
i am your fear
you are at my mercy, i come when i please.
i am the scandle of your life
you dare not whisper of my existance.
i am that unknown
which you seek with feverish want.
i am not yours to keep
not yours to have.
i am that which eludes you
the fruit above Tantalus'head, the water at his feet.
i am.........
that which i will never know, that which you cannot know.
for i am incomplete.
and i am just beginning.............
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 11:10 AM UTC
Craving creativity such as hers. Like how she strokes the tip of my imagination as i enter her thoughts, physically we portray....
A warm, rather untouched now touched, bent over, backwards, sidewards, inwards outwards no words... but screams of yes and moans of O.. no NO's but more that we know..
As she ***** my soul, i lick her funky emotions. Piercing all the way up into her mind so she can feel what im thinking.. my inner beast met with her inner peace and romance in chaos is born.
As the chaos grows, so do the feelings, an innate yet unflourished scandle that leaves bodies sweating and eyes fixed. An affair of love from one-night standing now some whathabitual. For she is my habitual lover.
Thousands of miles apart in my summer where I'm most cold, yet our chaotic affair ignites again in winter..
Habitual, ****** infectious, scandalous, raw... an untamed and uncut
Midnight romance.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 11:14 AM UTC