_I want to bind you tightly blue,_3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And give you an experience so ghastly new.
I want to blindfold you softly,
And let that deception grow menacingly cold,
I want to cuff you harshly,
And grab your body so terrifyingly rough,
I want to lick you feverishly,
And feel you desperately all over,
I want to whip you friskily,
And bite you passionately deep,
I want this to satisfy you too,
And I hope this love beautifully ensues.
TruthPoison spoken softly,Truth5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And in an honest tongue-
Could master all the longest lies
And see the great undone.
one shell fucking,there are a lot of boys like meone shell fucking,3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in this city, fairly lanky,
brown hair, green eyes,
you've seen it before,
you'll see it again.
so don't tell me that
you're lonely, you lost
that ability a while back.
you turned me into
someone i despised
a false cognate
of my inner self,
i hated the way i acted,
the words that left my mouth,
the tears wasted on being
something called nothing
all for you.
no don't fucking silence
me when i am talking now.
you had your turn now,
you fucked me over so many
grand ol' times now. so shut your fucking
face now and hear these words.
no one is ever coming along to make
you less of a jealous bitch, less
of a manipulative bastard. that's
something you have to fix, the way you
have to mend. the way you have to take
deep breaths and work on yourself,
or at the end of the day the only thing
you'll have left is a hollow shell of the
phrase "me, myself, and i."
domaini slept in the bed thatdomain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
made you, i saw
the etchings on the wall
of six feet, nineteen years
of growth. i laid where you
first hit puberty, most likely
i was a slave to
your skin, a fugitive
to your insides.
Taste... -Prelude-Taste... -Prelude-5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This story contains yaoi (boyxboy). Anyone who doesn't like this I suggest you read it and comment what's wrong about it. That way I can have my laughter. Those who do like gay couples... enjoy reading!
Summary: During a war between Angels and Vampires, a forbidden love develops.
One day he will rip off my wings
He hated angels for about his whole life, at least that's what he said. Nonetheless he keeps me alive, maybe not under good circumstances but I'm grateful enough. It was hard in the beginning. I was spoiled, but what could you expect from an angel like me. Heaven was my home and only angels were my friends; at least, this is what I thought. That I would come to live into the dungeon of some stranger was unexpected I don't even know how I got here in the first place but the fact no one looked for me at all made me feel utmost uncomfortable. In other words: I live in captivity, however I don't really mind, since there is nowhere else to go anymore.
where have you gone?where have you gone?where have you gone?8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
now your a memory, once you were a song
we use to talk long into the day
then you turn your back and just walk away
where have you gone?
what did I do? was it so very wrong?
we use to know when each other was down
now our lips are forever stich into a frown
where have you gone?
it's been so, so, so very long
my heart it breaks
when was it last we did speak?
where have you gone?
this pain is so huge like it's King Kong
I miss you and I wish I knew
do you really miss me too?
Blood and GoldWithout you what do the stars matterBlood and Gold5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when I live in a world of eternal night
and you alone were my only light
if this is all a dream let it never shatter.
I turned forever from the sun
because I could not escape your voice
and to follow you was my only choice
this illusionary life can never be undone.
And all I wanted was to sleep by your side
I closed my eyes to welcome the grave
through the labyrinth of dead you were my guide
if this vision fade there is nothing left to save.
Decked in blood and gold you were my Queen
Decked in blood and gold I now wonder in between.
How an Artist FeelsHow an Artist Feels3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lifting up the dress of the world and looking under her saturated Gorgy exterior I wonder to myself if this planet is devoid of life. I breathe in a breath of what I think is fresh air. Her girth is torturous; her depth is full of kindness. I look out over the water that looks like a desert covered in blue dust and it reminds me of a song lost in my memory . "If there's one thing in my life that's missing
it's the time that I spend alone. Sailing on the cool and bright clear water. There's lots of those friendly people. They're showing me ways to go. But I never want to lose their inspiration" I forget how most of the song goes but my favorite part goes something like this " The albatross and the whales they are my brothers. And it's kind of a special feeling. When you're out on the sea alone. Staring at the full moon like a lover"
I know it's kind of trippy how things can turn flaccid in a bli
In summer we all burnThe summer is coming,In summer we all burn4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear the beach roaring from here,
can see shirts hung over shoulders,
sunglasses, arms round waists,
can feel the earth's purrs,
pollens tossed up at us in fanfare.
Ants are walking over me
because we're sharing a tree together.
Back to back, we're trying to
make our winter's pallour a warmer shade.
Is it some sort of personal sign
when you let your shoe-tongues fill with tan bark,
when it's driven you mad your whole life?
Or when you eat ice-cream in public (the sticky
fingers a mere afterthought)?
These trees though, they're not changing.
I can't help thinking they're
often doing better than we are.
Summer is coming; they sit still and burn.
Some go out with a bang!
Others fall to dust.
But us, we fuss and flail.
Still we burn.
Summer is for beaches and getting laid.
Summer is for stretching,
for sticking your proboscis into
the rivers and guzzling.
No, I can't help thinking about
the skeletons at the waterholes in the Mallee.
Short PoemHer eyes return my gaze,Short Poem10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A gentle “Hello” at first glance.
Those chocolate brown coloured eyes,
So full of love and compassion.
Without a sound from my lips,
A solitary cry escapes.
Her serene marble-like stare,
dead dog julyI.dead dog july1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
Alan the puppet boy.It was still cold the morning that Alan snuck out of his dorm room. All the other boys in his dorm were still sound asleep and wouldn't wake up until the morning bell rang for breakfast in two hours time. That gave Alan plenty of time to get up early and take a quick swim in the nearby river. Alan had joined up with the scouts a year ago and even though he enjoyed hanging with the other boys the real thing he loved best was swimming. So when the annual camp was taking place nearby a massive river, Alan had leapt at the chance. But it wasn't enough for him to simply swim during the designated times, he had to swim as much as possible. With that in mind he decided he'd wake up at the crack of dawn and get some early morning swimming in.Alan the puppet boy.3 years ago in Drama More Like This
He jogged down to the riverbank, his bare feet hitting the cold grass. When he reached the edge of the riverbank he quickly took off his pajamas and leapt in clad in just a pair of swimming trunks. The water was cold when he jumped in, but Alan didn't min