"whoes" poems
look at those utters
now do as i say
your gaze melts my *****
**** my **** all day
your really pretty
i will love your ***
i dont mind if its ******
what i would do for your *****
You may be the slave
but i love your feet
i could kiss them all day
aren't they sweet
so your the slave
and im the master
come lick my ***
can you do it faster
i will **** you and hurt you
when ever i please
ill stick my **** inside you
i dont like a tease
i love yourl *******
more then i can stand
i could lick it all day
it never taste bland
i want it up
i want it down
if i cant have it
i get a frown
it taste so good
i never get enough
i eat it up
better then a cream puff
if something comes out of it
i really don't mind
i love caviar
but not in a jar
its truly religious
could it be god
incredibly delicious
i know it sounds odd
your ******* is cute
it sends me to bliss
can i prey to it
what about ****
oh yeah i love **** to
i kiss it all night
yummy yum goo
you say its real tight
ok ***** and toes
now im in tears
god i love subs
especially whoes
yes i love ankles
o my lord i love feet
kiss then 4 ever
aren't they sweet
when i see ****
my **** gets so hard
i like them all sizes
but i don't need a yard
then comes the men-strum
for only 3 days
its my very favorite time
i love it always
if your a lady
and don't give it up
and get all ******
go get a pup
if you don't think so
i wont be around
i love ***** *****
all tied and bound
so come to me sub
i love you i do
lets go to bed
i wana **** you :)
xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 4:43 PM UTC
The monsters under our beds turn to monsters in our heads
The ghosts in the attic become the ghosts of past loves
Pain was a broken leg that soon became a fight to the death with your mind
Shots were something we got so we didnt get sick but they turned to needles littering the ground
Medicine was tylonal we took when we had a cough now its pills we pop to forget life
we went from cutting paper into works of art to ripping our own skin apart into a crimson mess
yelling was what you did at the playground now it's what happens when when you can't stand living
Bruises would come from falling off the monkeybars now they come from those you think love you
shots were from soda caps and giggles that turned to sneaking out and getting wasted to forget
What happend to those kids whoes eyes were full of hope
What happened to those kids who wanted to grow up
Dec 1, 2021
Dec 1, 2021 at 5:09 PM UTC
*Stress keeps me in bed
It is as I have said
I'm not getting enough sleep
So I can barly
Stand on my feet
It's too hard
To keep my balance
I easily trip
Over the smallest thing...
I wake up every morning
Feeling very sick
Actually feel like puking
But never do I do it
Since I just skip breakfast...
Stress keeps me in bed
Once in a while
I fall asleep
Getting some of the rest
Which I am missing...
But that nap is only
One hour or two long
then a nightmare
Wakes me up
'Cause nightmares
Are the only thing
Which visits me at night
My ability to dream
I think I've lost...
Stress keeps me in bed
I feel like a caged bird
Whoes wings
Have been broken
But now I'm tired
And I can feel
The next nightmare
Knocking on my door
So I'll stay in bed
Getting some kind of rest
And if I'm lucky then
I'll soon be able to dream
Again...*
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 4:14 AM UTC
*When my world
Turns upside down
Then he's the one
Who can bring me
Back down
To earth...
He's the unchanging element
In my dynamic world
He'll never change
Even as we get old
He'll still
Be the same...
When everything crashes
And the sky is falling down
He's a safe place
To which I can return
To get covered
From the world...
When I cry
He's at loss
And doesn't know
What to do
But him just standing
There beside me
As I cry
Is all the support
Which I need...
When I'm mad
He's all relaxed
Knowing
That it'll soon be over
And that I'll turn back
To smiling person I was
Since no one stays mad forever...
But he's also the person
Whoes presence
Calms me down
So that even when
I'm really ******
He hinders my rage
From breaking out...
And the things
Which I can't
He can do
And the things
That I don't know
He can explain
And vice versa
There's also things
Which I can teach him...
I'm the worst Dark Souls player
While he's the best
That I know
He even offered once
To teach me
How to play
I can already see him break down
As he runs out of patience...
He can make me
Laugh so hard
That I'm trying
To crawl away
From my laptop and the skype-chat
Which he's in
But in my laughter I forget
That I got headphones on...
He's not my lover
He's not any kind of partner
He's a friend
But at the same time
He's also a safe place
And sometimes I feel like home
He's the simple element
Which keeps my feet
On the ground...*
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 5:17 AM UTC
She walked along the rivers bend and there she saw a face,
A face she never saw before but still she stopped her pace.
She looked at her into her eyes whoes sheer was crystal blue,
And then she walked oh so closer to the rivers hue.
And as she walked to the end the face began to glow,
But when she neared the rivers end the face began to low.
She ran up to the rivers bend and peered within the water,
She plunged her hand, moved about, reached around, and caught her.
But when she saw what she caught she let go with gasp,
For that unfamiliar face was her, drowning with a laugh.
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'o6
Dec 1, 2010
Dec 1, 2010 at 9:01 PM UTC
Two shadows
Were my home
That was my comfort zone
One before me
One behind me
Two walls
Big and tall
I was following those steps
In between the path
I lost one
Where it gone now
Two shadows
One was before me
Another was of my own
How will i reach home now
my home is broken now
The home with one wall
Is incomplete now
I am remained with my own shadow
Whoes steps will i follow now
Where is the home now
My vision was in between those two shadows
How can i see now
No light for me ?
My world between those two walls
Was too small
What to do with this world now
This rising sun is too hot now
Its hard to open my eyes now
And look around
Will that shadow come back now
I find out a solution now
I am searching for bricks
To put them all
before me
Behind me
To the rising sun
One by one i will make the wall
And burried me down
Imagine how i am looking now
In deep and down
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 11:48 AM UTC
they look into each others eyes and
roots sink deep in the after-glow
in the blink of an eye
waggons roll in front of you
and whoes to say it doesnt have its
place
you’ve seen them the strange ones
who in the bilnk of an eye
are open to all those
found in crammed places
there also waggons roll but outwards
to open windows.
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 6:12 AM UTC