cold whispers
and heavy eyes
piercing my body like daggers
they say i am risque
but i just really love to play
with my toys, my
boys, but
when all they speak is noise
when they say
those three words
those forbidden words,
i figure they’re broken and toss
them in the trash.
oh, well
on to the next one.
for anon. i am sloppy 2nite.
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Will you post a photo of yourself? i suppose. |
he sunk his teeth into my skin
injecting fire through
my veins
the pain was delicious
and intoxicating,
i wanted more
and more
and more
until his
as well as my own
craving
led to my naked, skinless
body
laying on the floor
like a carcass of an animal
awaiting the end of his
slaughtering.
i knew things would never
be
the same.
Pretty dresses
Pretty shoes
All new
All new
So much money spent for one night
That ends in 3 of the same ways
Sex
Drunk
Death
So stereotypical this school is
And to think I am a part of it
This materialistic craving most have
I do not.
I crave only for their throats to be torn and
For their stuffing to drip out
from
The wound.
I love the heat that surrounds me
Yet I hate the summer days
And the water consumes my body
And the steam feels so nice
On my tired, sticky skin
So quickly I turn the cold faucet
And let the water hit my face
My pores dancing under the icy
Liquid
And
I’m swallowed whole
By an every day household
Appliance.
Proving my pathetic thoughts
Let pathetic things
Envelope me.
She had a bug
And no ordinary bug at that
She lay so somber
In the field
On her shoulder,
A little red being sat
And cooed into her ear:
“It’s ok my dear
Don’t be afraid of me
This bug comes often to most
Girls and if you you listen to
My words you’ll soon be happy:
I killed my brother
My size yet white
And I’m still filled with glee”
Little did she know that bug
Would have been her last
chance
At company.
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what inspires you poetry? sexual frustrations and past |
the liquor slides down my throat
all my anxieties gone for moments
the liquid burns and ignites my insides
turning my torso into a furnace.
I shed my clothes thinking of nothing but your fingertips
still after a year they
linger
on my costume skin
their imprints pressed so hard
they sink in under the designer flesh god made me
wear
how do i bear this lust?
i will die only after i’m barely
dust
and still i shed no single tear.
