"toxicities" poems
Baron wastelands sound the trumpet in the midst of the ghetto, where sobriety gathers in connected ambivalence.
Acknowledge the animism within naturopathic spirituality. I urge you to have explicit *********** with unfamiliar prostitutions, whilst political prowess ingests her toxicities in the guise of oratory genius.
The expulsion of vanity is haunting in its reverence.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 2:52 PM UTC
It’s been over between us for a long time now
these are my ways of moving on
and I will not be sorry for letting go of these nasty emotions
that you placed in my heart and soul
I’m moving on
and I will forget the things that made me bitter
but not those that made me weak
I am a stronger person now
because you had me ready to cut my last ties to this life
but my soul is an old soul and it helped me see through it all
I am not who you remember me
I am not who you will ever meet
I’ve been enlightened from the darkest crevices of Hell
and that kind of strength will shine in my soul for eternity
To let go of toxicities
is to purify the soul
RKT
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 9:35 AM UTC
Blues guitar has caught us in our transgressions, where the summer blossom splays her beauty like a New Orleans Madame amidst the afterglow of a musky and nocturnal vibrancy.
I have a fully loaded clip on my possession, and I am hungry.
So, shall we begin?
Your carotid artery is pulsating with tense anticipation within the sweet toxicities of a tragic and fretful solo.
There is such a responsibility of being a parent, and you owe me some money.
Let us purchase some Bourbon chicken on this eve of celebratory shame, because I have contemplated the chasm between the West and those who reside on the East coast of vice.
We have much to discuss.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 11:37 PM UTC
It's the sweet aroma that dances along your face,
with tantalizing prickles upon your dry, rugged pores.
All it takes is one deep, harmonious breath,
and with a heavy solemn sigh, you'll know that love is in the air.
It took only one whiff of your sensual fragrance
to know that I'd be enraptured by your comforting embrace.
It matters not where my travels lead,
for I'll always find a scent that alludes me to you.
Even now, as my body withers away,
my soul yearns to be complete with your intoxicating display.
We've definitely had a good run of fun, you and I,
but I think it best to wave our toxicities goodbye.
...It started with a cough, thus boring an underlying sign.
Maybe had I not met you, this amalgam would've been benign.
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 2:14 AM UTC
I've grown accustom to rejecting attention
Reflecting interest and asking the questions
Control conversation so I don't give much away
I'll redirect the focus if it starts to stray
Our relationship is your contribution
This weekend you found your substitution
I guess I can't blame you for seeing her
I hate myself, that night's a blur
Though I prefer not remembering much
That Tuesday night, I remember your touch
Your aggressive eyes
My willing body
I was so surprised that you wanted me
You're the heaven that exists in this hell
The only secret I'm dying to tell
Our chemistry seems perfect to me
A mix of our toxicities
I'm the acid, you be the base
Meet me in the middle
Show me your face
Give me your taste
Give me your strength
I'll give you my everything
For you I'll change
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
i brace
the impact of this death-collision,
my eyes search the
emptiness of sleep
yet there is a hanging invitation.
a counterplot to my figure's
incessant clamor.
to dance upon the
slenderness of this road altogether,
lighting our cigarettes,
mapping out our deaths
painstakingly.
we know not its macabre,
we pain not over
its toxicities,
takes it closer
to lips and then purses
a blow of haze curling over
our brows,
we cannot contain its ballistic call,
its ruthless honesty knows
no stoppage.
we call death like
a finite answer to a fold of
questions!
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 6:15 AM UTC
Boredom...
My cause of unwanted toxicities.
It leads me to a dark part of reality that I cannot escape myself from.
Temptation leads me there and then I question my own defeat.
Transform, and rise again...
Mind games in a battle of self doubt.
My mind takes me everywhere, where darkness itself has no room for exploring.
I condone, then lose myself in it all.
I really wanna **** so bad I can feel my ***** tingle and the thought of getting penetrated arouses me so deeply.
But I only want to **** you, a friend...
Someone I am familiar with.
I let go of the past toxic mess that I attached myself too.
But you gonna be crawling back to me cuz you want me.
But trusting you isn't in my vocabulary.
Giving you a second chance doesn't exist in my world.
I don't do chances.
I need to ****
To get you off my mind.
I need to feel free.
I crave *** ever so viciously.
I want it...
**** me...
(Moans gracefully)
Daddy, pull me in and never let go.
Kiss me passionately and hold me close.
My curtains are dripping and I feel the need to ****** with every touch.
Pounce on me and push me against wall.
So ****** ***** baby...
(Gasp)
I need more
I need my distraction...
But he doesn't seem to need me.
What a bore...
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 8:48 AM UTC
I am hungry.
If it weren't for toxicities,
I'd swallow the change in my pockets.
Will I ever fill myself?
My expansions seem to be dimming.
I will remain empty forever.
My neglect is my biggest regret.
I argue and I am prone to loss.
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 4:45 AM UTC