Haunter Jul 2012

Boy,

She's
got you
all tied up
again.

Just.
Bound.
Once more.

To her
infernal-eternal,
heart breaking
beauty.

Witch, she possesses.
you,
to play the pawn
in her pussy's game.

Like a champ.

But will you really be winning?

When you find all-o-those,
dirty little secrets.

She has hidden in her black-lace-panties.

Love Mar 2015

I'm the bitch,
the quiet girl in the front of the class,
according to the handicap stall in the upstairs boys bathroom, a slut.
I love, and when I do I love to no ends.
But you'd never know how much this bitch loves, because there is no love shown.

Unrequited Love Jul 2014

Now my clothes are stained with the memory's of the boys that took them off.

The ones that never bothered to learn my middle name.

And I never found out their favourite colour...

I can't get dressed without a flashback now days
Chloe Nov 2013

These men,
They don't mind sharing us.
They just don't want to know with who.

Hide the scars,
don't let them see.
They'll call you a slut,
just as they please.

You drink Starbucks,
you take selfies.
You're a White Girl,
you see.

You're hair is red
with your Irish genes.
You are a ginger
with no soul in thee.

Your skin is colored,
your hair so dark.
You are a criminal,
that's how they see.

I really hate some of the stereotypes out there, honestly.
Ash Saveman Apr 2015

Slut or slut?
English or Swedish?
It doesn't matter

Slut
A person who sleeps around looking for love. Their body is no longer their own.

I no longer have love of my own. No one cares for me except for what I can provide for them. Sleeping around looking for love. Yet I get no gratification besides the others reaction. I hate myself for not having a sex drive.

Slut
End. The finale. Nothing left. All used up.

I am a hollow shell. There is nothing but sadness and hurt left. I'm all used up with nothing to give. The trash of humanity.

Slut or slut,
It doesn't matter
They are both me

Ruthie Aug 2014

I can't name or count how many guys I've looked at approvingly thinking 'I'd love to fuck him' or whatever people say when they give that approving eye glance and nod thing. Of course I do it. All the time. I'm eighteen for gods sake. I can look!

However,

I can count all the guys I've genuinely fancied on both hands.

I can count the guys I've really liked on one hand.

I can count the guys I've kissed on two fingers.

I can count the guys I've actually called my boyfriend on one finger.

But that is not the man I love.

None of them are.

Because he's not a statistic.

He's a part of my soul.

Dont ever call me a slut. Ever.

YOU'RE A SLUT
YOU'RE WORTHLESS
YOU'RE NOTHING
YOU'RE FAT
                  UGLY
                  SLUT
                  SLUT
                 SLUT

I am not a slut!

Women are called a slut by almost everyone. A boyfriend, he doesn't like your outfit, "slut" a best friend saw you talking to the guy she likes "slut" a random guy driving by in his car "slut"
Sydney Victoria Mar 2013

"I Don't Wanna Talk About It," I Said
"Why Not," They Snickered
Tears Climed Up Into My Eyes--My Mind Reeling,
"Slut," They Snapped In My Direction,"Dirty Slut."
My Eyes Leveled Onto The Concrete,
My Baggy Clothes Trying To Shield My Body,
From Wondering Gazes,
From Hurtful Words Squirming Into My Heart,
And There He Appeared,
Right In Front Of Me,
His Eyes Cold And Black,
"Slut," He Murmured,"You Dirty, No Good, Slut"

Just My Biggest Label (Sorry For Venting My Hurt)
Emma Howard May 2014

love.

to feel a deep romantic or sexual attachment to (someone).

i learned to love with my lips and my hands, my body pressed against another's skin, whether their hands fondle my breasts or grip my throat does not seem to matter, because i myself do not feel as though i have worth; i haven't much to offer other than smooth curves and a (nearly) flat stomach.

self respect.

pride and confidence in oneself; a feeling that one is behaving with honor and dignity.

i do not respect myself; i am not honorable, nor proud of my actions, promiscuous ways, or clumsy feet that seem to trip me up at the slightest misstep. i am insecure and hesitant to treat myself as though i am of value. i do not believe in myself and put the sexual frustrations of others ahead of my self-image.

making love.

sexual love: sexual activities (often including sexual intercourse) between two people

i do not make love; i have never made love. i have told myself time and time before you love him and though i really do believe it to be true more often than not, he never tends to love me back, and somehow that makes the love i claimed to feel seem as though it is merely a counterfeit. i do not love; i only hope.

slut.

a woman who has many casual sexual partners.

though i have had many sexual interactions, i am not a slut. i am not a woman who gives herself away only for pleasure for the moment i did not intend to be used by different men of many ages; i am merely jaded and confused, for i do not love sex, i simply wish to love and be loved in return and though sex seems to be the quick solution, it has shown to be the biggest problem.

downfall.

a loss of power, prosperity, or status.

sex has become my most prominent downfall and though it affects only me it has seemed to tear my relationships, myself, my life, my family, my circle of friends, my mind apart. i have grown to loathe the male species and i have become a bitter shell of the girl i used to be; proud of what i was, i have never felt this way before and i do not intend to let myself continue to demean myself any longer.

love.

to feel a deep romantic or sexual attachment to (someone).

i will learn to love myself, my flaws, my past, my scars, my downfalls, and my vices. i will show myself some respect and though i may never make love and yes i may be a slut by definition, i will love myself more than anything and anyone; i will not put others' sexual frustrations before my own self image and i will never let a boy's feelings towards me determine whether i feel right about having sex. i will not love the boys more than i love my dignity and i will not be a slut by definition,
but i will be me and i will be beautiful and i will be the only one i base my decisions on.

love.

noun; something i feel for myself more now than ever.

I've made a lot of mistakes. I may be a slut by definition, but will not let it control me. I've always been very insecure about the amount of boys I've slept with and the things I've done at such a young age. I am no longer telling myself I broken or worn, I am going to love myself as a whole, because that is all I can do.
Love Jul 2014

Oh, so I'm the slut?
How's that?
When the only person I've slept with
Is the one you call darlin
You know the one
My batman
How is it that I'm the slut
When you've slept with everyone
On Gods green earth?
Watch what you say hun,
I'm not your mirror.
Slut.

I wrote this a while back.
Forgotten Dreams May 2014

You people think I care,
When you call me these names.
You think I haven't heard them all before.
But I will only ask one question,
If you are not a slut, and I am not like you,
Does that mean I am a slut?
Because yes I'm not like you...

It's not exactly a poem, more of a reaction .... but it is true for everyone out there that gets called names...It says a lot more about the name-caller than the you

I thought I knew
Who my friend,
Rhonda was
And what she stood for,
Until she got married,
Had kids and settled down.
By Settling Down,
It appears that she's Sold Out.
Some people used to accuse her
Of being a Slut.
I always defended her.
I never thought that she acted
Or dressed improperly at all.
She was just being
Her Natural Self,
But,
Now,
It seems as if she's prostituted her convictions.
She keeps all her opinions to herself.
Either deferring  to her Husband
Or her Affluent friends.
So,
Now,
I've lost the respect I used to have for Rhonda
When everyone else
Thought she was
A "Slut"

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