"toughly" poems
I crave
A touch
Not soft or gentle
I crave
A lust
So instrumental
I beg
For you
To grab me roughly
I beg
For you
To touch me toughly
I thirst
In need
For someone pressed against me
I thirst
In need
For Someone to hold me
I desire
To moan
Loudly with pleasure
I desire
To moan
Loudly - uncensored
I crave, I beg, I thirst, I desire a touch, a lust-loan.
You see, I am in dire need to moan.
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC
ponder with me as I throw these diaries
filled with tales of ******* and burnt down cities
towards the direction of every ear
that had but a moment to listen to my plea
of how other lands hold the children of my sanity
of how in other lands I see decadent beauty
how I feel the gnawing tearing in me awfully
supernatural were the nights I imbedded in sultry
cringed smiles and listened to the forgein birdies
inhaled the fumes of gasoline and drowned in the glorifying sunny
wet my lips in salty water and enjoyed the stinging in my eyes
graced the cannabis valleys
and the meadows of sustenance and endless possibility
the waterfalls of magnificent hidden deep in the earth
behind the roses of my ancestors
speak to me my land
call on to me louder
hinder me away from this place
and manifest within in me your womanly power
seek me oh mother land
and cast me away from shattered lives
bring me back to you
and beg me todestroy this demise
I am toughly and sickly
at the same time
shower me with your graciousness
and devoutly banish my crime
I will wait for the thunder calling
and make excuses for this ****** place in the meantime
Oct 30, 2010
Oct 30, 2010 at 12:44 PM UTC
Hips don't help
when I'm hightailing home
hurrying...
Times like these, I'd rather be asexual.
I see shadows slink-scurrying
slithering slyly
sneering...
I hate your ability to intimidate.
I want to turn toward and
take on your trash
toughly...
But there's five of you and one of me. And my hands are small.
No matter the mothering moralists
who match me to men
meaningfully...
I am a woman, and I am still afraid.
Self-defense can only go so far...
and my hips don't help.
Feb 13, 2012
Feb 13, 2012 at 12:24 AM UTC
In the cold days of nights,
Thinking of some things that are perhaps right,
But I don't know if I should have to fight,
Just to make things fine and right.
Placidly and deeply,
Thinking things toughly,
That there's even between you and me,
Even though you're not in love with me.
Fragments beneath of our destiny and love,
Had never decided deftly,
And never been shoved,
Because of my absurdity.
Nevertheless, what's the point,
If we're even not meant to be,
And never been destined,
Because I was way too frightened.
Frightened but I had fought enough,
Just to make my love to you tough,
Although, my intimacy to you was just a waste,
And never been meant to be praised.
Also, it has never decided.
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 5:27 AM UTC
rest of title...Parkland, Fla.,February 14, 2018
One more senseless mass homicide
twas the sole arbitrary aim
as a former student nonchalantly
sauntered empty hallways
seconds preceding blame
brazenly intent to maximize total killed
matter of factly telling police
(his incomprehensible)
(ill) logic he did explain
when cornered, he willingly,
unflinchingly, reticently admitted guilt
Nikolas Cruz rocketed
to instantaneous infamous fame
pulling a fire alarm
("FAKE") emergency,
then going leisurely ambling
along his killing spree
total of seventeen slain (comprising 3 faculty
and 14 students)
mercilessly gunned down
as if they were wild game
when handcuffed, an innocuous
19 year old did readily admit
emptying one firearm after another
at a fairly rapid clip
then at some predestined
or spurious moment didst dip
and dive out amidst
the chaotic madding crowd
before reality flopped then did flip
as lower teeth he nervously bit upper lip
made feeble getaway
at a nearby eatery casually flirted
with cashier and made no move to flit
upon his seizure as cornered prey
subsequently large tract
massively cordoned off
strong arm of the law
slightly halting in speech
detailed his gambit
deliberately staking
a stance to maximize hit
and once again afflicted parents lit
up with rancor and rage pit
toughly battling sorrow
which will not quit
til death doth bring peaceful rest
sans, those grieving family visit.
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC
I saw resentment clearly.
He was harsh and tense, filled with battle scars.
He turned and took hefty, angry steps in my brain.
I saw his balled fists, his toughly furrowed eyebrows,
and all hell broken lose, a war of rage inside his eyes.
I heard him breathe heavily,
and I felt so bitter.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 11:12 PM UTC
It all just started with different race of black
All the bad ideas were just stacked in a sack
They strived for their rights until they got the light
They tried to have the freedom without even having to fight
But then the other people started treated them roughly
They had to come on streets and fight for them toughly
After all the fights and struggles they got to live the life they wished
Now that all has happened the older days are missed
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 2:18 PM UTC
Rivers are flowing within.
Swollen tip has been toughly aching,
Numbness seems to be dominating
Yet continuously finding the headwaters of river,
Running through, flowing permeably.
Grasping as it wonders when it will be truly found,
Crying out heart’s true deepest desires. Trudging up a steep trail,
Freudian slips as tongue’s weeping,
On other hand, thrusting the tip of one’s iceberg.
Apparently consumed over its power
But giving such soothing impalpable warmth of a lover.
Lying on seabed of embers,
Head over heels, asking:
Am I wandering in a milky dream again
Or is it just the caffeine that rushes through me at the moment?
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 9:31 PM UTC
Parkland, Fla. February 14, 2018
One more senseless mass homicide
twas the sole arbitrary aim
as a former student nonchalantly
sauntered empty hallways
seconds preceding blame
brazenly intent to maximize total killed
matter of factly telling police
(his incomprehensible)
(ill) logic he did explain
when cornered, he willingly,
unflinchingly, reticently admitted guilt
Nikolas Cruz rocketed
to instantaneous infamous fame
pulling a fire alarm
("FAKE") emergency,
then going leisurely ambling
along his killing spree
total of seventeen slain (comprising 3 faculty
and 14 students)
mercilessly gunned down
as if they were wild game
when handcuffed, an innocuous
19 year old did readily admit
emptying one firearm after another
at a fairly rapid clip
then at some predestined
or spurious moment didst dip
and dive out amidst
the chaotic madding crowd
before reality flopped then did flip
as lower teeth nervously bit upper lip
made feeble getaway
at a nearby eatery casually flirted
with cashier and made no move to flit
upon his seizure as cornered prey
subsequently large tract
massively cordoned off
strong arm of the law
slightly halting in speech
detailed his gambit
deliberately staking
a stance to maximize hit
and once again afflicted parents lit
up with rancor and rage pit
toughly battling sorrow
which will not quit
til death doth
those grieving family visit.
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 6:11 PM UTC
A thoughtless thought ;
a power-naught
a thought not taught
yet
still
a thought ;
toughly bred
and thorough wrought
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 8:45 PM UTC
So precious, so dear, so exquisite grin
All of us could have is Sanmati jinn.
Notable for her academic success in
Many spheres of schooling life she win
Almighty’s blessings – parents too – akin.
Talking debauched of her is for me like sin.
Toughly soft, visionary blind, free chagrin –
Is she though a fortune maker for father in
Job and all prosperity of life as kingpin.
All I need is she be best in discipline,
In chastisement, regulation and tailspin.
Notable for us is Sanmati – a stickpin.
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 11:40 PM UTC
*2nd part of “I Walked To The Moon”
I Walked To The Moon. Now here I am on earth
With anxiety haunted my sleep
Desperately wanted to touch her
Missing the pull of her gravity
And live inside her forever
I remembered her spoiled voice
That I cannot resist
Asking me to stay longer
Until her sorrows are over
I hate to be separated from her
My moon that shines bright
In my everyday night
I stood up on my backyard before I sleep
I saw my moon standing in the sky toughly
She gleams brighter than before, as if she was looking for me
So I waved at her trying to grab her attention
But I’m just a human being, hardly she notice. Again my heart was broken
I missed her
I love her
I need her
I want her
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 3:14 AM UTC