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The Queen of Popular Pride It was a feeling I couldn't resist; him drumming his fingers in the crevice between my shoulder blades. He was using a single hand to massage my shoulders, and it felt wonderful, but when he brought both hands into the mix, I melted. He was squeezing and massaging my shoulders, it was all a girl like me could ask for. He took his massage a step forward, and though what he did was odd, it felt amazing to me. He had brought his hands up to my scalp, and was rubbing his precious hands on my head. It was a most pleasant sensation, and I closed my eyes and pressed my head into his head, as if my participation would make it feel even more gThe Queen of Popular Pride3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Slave to the Dogs...^ Slave to the Dogs ^Slave to the Dogs...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Perverted and twisted
They gnaw on my soul
My body depleting
My heart growing cold
Broken and naked
I’ll lie here alone...
In cold desperation
While they claw towards my bones.
Unstable and sickly deformed
Though dismantled and starving
You’ll still claim me as your own.
Slave to the appetites of men
Servant to the throne
A trophy that was not earned
But still sold…
ThrowAwayAnyPotentialYouHave.From birds eye view I could see you flying so low (Solo)ThrowAwayAnyPotentialYouHave.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the truth is your bodys shaking and...
I'm not listening or caring.
Is it nice to lose all feeling in your face?
(those lips will never let a word slip out after this)
"Your secrets safe Baby"
I'll swipe this smirk with a look of deep desperation.
Your backbone is persistant.
Keep in mind a reminder, "I need to grow a spine."
Do you want to make this last longer then a night?
I just wanna get buried in this mattress.
Slow Down My Precious CargoToday I caught myself being daringSlow Down My Precious Cargo7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leaning in dangerously too far
How I got the courage too....
So lets take this all the way
Or until we both freeze up
Glued, fixed in a dead on stare.
"You make me so nervous", it slipped right out i swear.
Lets see whos "beat" can win this race.
At the moment were both ahead of the tempo.
Only trailing off by measures
And I never got the chance and time to say
"Ohhh...I am somewhere else when Im with you."
At my
Manhattan HufferIm the Manhattan Huffer,Manhattan Huffer7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
CO2 Inhaler 2006
Process through my esophagus.
How I crave my deadly air.
100,000 tiny crystals in formation.
They dance inside this needle.
Im going to convulse until these old lungs forget to function.
And since we all love bumper cars,
Lets dare to drink.
Lets dare to drive.
Isnt it exciting?
To be a threat to windshields and wood.
I bet its a thrill to examine them upclose.
(If you keep this up Kid,youll be examined upclose.Under microscopes and knives.)
Maybe if youre lucky, the glass wont hurt a
Draw.Freeze.Collapse.Breathe.Paper cuts thin out toDraw.Freeze.Collapse.Breathe.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
those patheic excuse for a "Winning you back" lectures on those countless papers.
"Blahblahblah I want sympathy."
Was the loudest message received.
Nothings changed, I feel the same.
Captain.Captain.
"Calculations must have gone wrong somewhere..."
Starts with a y--.
Sighs dramatically.
I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually.
This is Handguns vs Hands Down
turnarounds and ballgownsTonight it's you, me and our designers who dolled us up to fit this sceneturnarounds and ballgowns8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(elegance elegance)
Waltzing in circular pattern diamonds and pearls threaded around necks like nooses at a mass execution.
Romance is inhaled and exhaled like oxygen with a hint of a hallucinogen.
1's and 2's 3's and 4's minnoettes and peiroettes dancing to pretend we're happy dancing to deny pain.
(hurt will always hit with perfect aim)
Depressed with smiles pressed against teeth and lips.
Looks, stares, promises, and dares we dare to find what we call happiness on this dance floor.
(maybe something more)
This night was unwanted but still we taunted romances
Our crimesBreathe steady my dear...Our crimes8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because you'll need every last one...
to sing a chorus of "i love you"...
only for my heart to hear...
Just the way the words roll of your tounge...
and slide off your half parted lips...
causes skips and second beats...
(pause)
&
(reflect)
I wont regret...
and cant forget...
wishfull thinking...
adds character to my day...
(cause)
&
(effect)
Hips met hips...
and we gave into...
our crimes of desire...
as we both fashion "i love you" on our lips...
and both bodies will beckon forward...
lets make the love between two hearts...
more then just a phrase...
so I guess I'm a suckerso I guess I'm a sucker8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It only took a moment
for my muscles to cry "mutiny!"
and refuse to hold me up
for that short length of time,
but you sprung into action,
catching me like a doll
and I wondered for a second
if it has been worth the fall
and whether I should reward you
with a smile and a kiss
for saving this clumsy damsel
from another instance of distress.
L1f3 0f A Wannab3 G0thL1f3 0f A Wannab3 G0th10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Life of a "Goth"…?
You see me in the corner, huddled in a ball,
Me and all my friends loiter at the mall.
I pretend to like knives and drag them on my skin,
Just enough to make a drop of blood come from within.
Only a light scar, but dark enough to see,
To show off just how suicidal I can be.
I draw stars inside circles on my hand,
I don't know what it means, but it's the symbol of my band.
In my metal group, I play my bass,
And I use black eyeliner to draw three sixes on my face.
I can't gauge my ear, so my earring isn't real,
I'm so depressed; no one knows how I feel.
I write pathetic poems about how I hate my fami
Candles and CaresLight a candleCandles and Cares2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Breathe out, but don't
blow it out
It flicker and
breathing stops,
hold it in,
don't let the little flame die.
It's like this everywhere
breakable,
fragile,
like a shining soap bubble.
Butterfly wings are easily
pinned
and yet, they still fly
higher without fear.
Now is that moment
without fear.
It wavers.
Fingertips stroke the flames,
fanning them gently.
It falls over, the candle, and
sets fire
to the stack of papers sitting there
but there is no fear.
Not in the eyes that sparkle
in the light
of the now roaring blaze.
Start small.
Grow.
The fires of our hearts are
fanned
and we will rise
To be Smashed DownTo be forgotten,To be Smashed Down4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to be overruled,
to be downtrodden,
to be spewed upon,
to be beaten,
to be crushed,
to be trampled,
to be defiled,
to be cheated,
to be a worker worth no more than those idle who leach,
(to lose whilst scroungers flourish)
to be drowning with a foot pushing you down,
to find a pillow smothering you as you're startled awake,
to forget what it is to be alive,
to wonder WFT I've done to deserve all this s##t in life!
Death And Glory2The Winged BeastDeath And Glory24 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shall ride again
and all souls
will quiver
fear shall take them
make them
break them
and for an eternity
you will be mine
(c)mad-faerie104
Battle ScarsJust because you don't have physical scars doesn't mean you haven't fought a battle.Battle Scars1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've had demons lashing at my skin from the inside out
trying to force their way into my reality.
Coaxing my fingers to pry apart my rib cage and pull on my heart strings.
They want me to become one with the dead they lust for.
And I'm fighting
but they're still calling my name and it echoes through my fragile bones.
I've got my soul on display
though it's not much to look at;
weathered and beaten,
moth eaten and many a spider's home.
Scrolls of tragedies tucked in crevices people are too scared to search for.
I'm just trying to be whole again.
I press yo
Self-ImageDo you remember me for who I was?Self-Image7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you forget me for who I am?
I am the devil behind the curtain
and the insect under your heel
People see one or the other
because I give no other choice
UntitledLife is a graveyardUntitled3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
silent and still
nobody knows you
and nobody will
The days slip away
filled with regret
a meager existence
paid for with sweat
Bleeding out your life
racked with pain
they live to control you
to drive you insane
Your mind is diseased
twisted with strife
dieing to live
this graveyard called life.
Stressful WintertimeStressful WintertimeStressful Wintertime8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Changing the colors,
Trading-in the breeze
Forcing me forward,
Freezing my fears.
Stinging my eyes;
Sealing my lips;
Stealing all scents;
Warping all sounds.
Syphoning my tears,
Choking my voice.
Reaching my limit,
Please pull the plug.
The EndGod oh why did you not tell meThe End9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hearts weren't made of sticks and stones?
Words no longer go right through me,
Now they stay and break my bones.
Hearts are not easily mended,
Sometimes they cannot at all.
Knocked down far too many times
Now it's easier to fall.
Late at night I hear the voices
Of memories that long since died.
Drops of blood straight from the heart
Every time I broke down and cried.
You said that you would always love me,
"Forever and Always" in June.
Now August comes and it seems that
Forever ended a bit too soon.
So now hell is laughing at me
Heaven joins them in their taunt.
Ghosts of past come always to me
in circlesSomething sketched a fingernail picturein circles4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the dark with drops of light
a bitter taste of seeking lost
a hand in the air lands just right
Patches of hair loom dead scents
spill the neutral words on her lap
tell the faces they look at you
down at the floor the carpet sinks a trap
In between your fluid hands
slips the stomach and the brain
lay there on the floor with them
feel a little pain
You peel and slip the skin
beat the drum a sound it chimes my ear
hear the hollowed gap it makes
see the dangles you want to feel
Didn't you see me watching
tried to turn and twist the head
i held the elbow balanced steady
failed, but rem
persephonesYou never moved an inch from that place in my brain shaped like a W and curved like so many others just like you. You are still molded but my little hands are still moving.persephones4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am like children who dance because they don't care how they look; they don't care if they are boy or girl, because they haven't learned about television lies yet. I think I'm like that still. I'd like to be.
You have that face that makes me throw up when you turn it halfway to look at something. The kind that dresses itself in so many ways, no one can tell if you're real or not.
But your book sat there everyday and it reminded me of how my faith is being corrupted. I
AliveI am a black canvasAlive4 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Smeared with gold and red.
A special moment in timeThe insides are constantly collapsing in on themselves, and I twist and shout forcing myself not to purge everything I've ever known like love and certain dire memories that I would rather keep. This is a spontaneous exorcism; this is what it's like to be uncertain of your future.A special moment in time4 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
People don't seem to say nice things anymore, or wave their finger from behind a windshield, wipers telling me it's raining, sweeping away droplets and discarding them to the peripherals. They don't even look at me. They just sing along to evening news, but don't think twice if murder should be more sensitive a topic.
And I am still here grasping my cramp, my kick
IDontKnowWhatThisIs-mylife-im sick of being friends with a ghost.IDontKnowWhatThisIs-mylife-7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just give your words to me...
my hair is tied back, with a ribbon, so tight.
(to keep my brains in)
the bracelets choking my wrists.
(to keep my veins in)
my necklace.
(to keep me from breathing too deep)
i cant breathe you in.
i am the queen of dancing infront of the mirror
hairbrush in hand..
pretending i am someone, and im going somewhere.
can you take me somewhere?
whenever i drive in the car,
and we go through the puddles
i lift up my feet so they dont get wet.
but when im outside.
i jump in every puddle i see.
because i dont want to see my reflection.
its the saftey illusion, the
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