Hinderance

[tattooed wonder]

Confessions of a sex addict

I am sick
I am a slut
I am a whore
I am ****ed up
I am dead inside

I ****ed a guy last night
It meant nothing
I could have enjoyed similar stimulation by watching TV
He was small
And grunted a lot

I told him to call me a slut
He did
I told him to slap me
He did
I told him to bruise me
He did
I told him to choke me
He did
But the sad thing is...

I wanted him to kill me
suffocate me
so I would just perish
and never again have to feel

Sad thing is...
I'd **** him again
All for something to do

To not feel pathetic
or crazy
or anxious
and especially to not feel this
thick
DESPAIR

It suffocates me
Blinds me
binds me.

I'm not a sex addict for the sex
The sex usually does nothing.
It's for the attention
The fleeting feeling of love

And for those few minutes when I let go
In someone else's arms...
I am someone
and I am not so desperately lost.

[lucidnightmares]

very empty, which is beautiful in a way.
longing, and very human.
sorry for the lack of comment on your poem, these are just the feelings i get from it.
the part i like the most about this piece is how honest it feels, just true feelings flowing from a tortured soul.

[PrinceMyshkin]

The power of this is that I don't want to believe it but can't help doing so; and insofar as one can do so via this medium, I want to reach out and offer you some tenderness, but would you slap it away?

[blazeofglory]

Confessions of a sex addict

I am sick
I am a slut
I am a whore
I am ****ed up
I am dead inside

I ****ed a guy last night
It meant nothing
I could have enjoyed similar stimulation by watching TV
He was small
And grunted a lot

I told him to call me a slut
He did
I told him to slap me
He did
I told him to bruise me
He did
I told him to choke me
He did
But the sad thing is...

I wanted him to kill me
suffocate me
so I would just perish
and never again have to feel

Sad thing is...
I'd **** him again
All for something to do

To not feel pathetic
or crazy
or anxious
and especially to not feel this
thick
DESPAIR

It suffocates me
Blinds me
binds me.

I'm not a sex addict for the sex
The sex usually does nothing.
It's for the attention
The fleeting feeling of love

And for those few minutes when I let go
In someone else's arms...
I am someone
and I am not so desperately lost.

The apex of what one is, and yet at the end the poet is reconciled in someone's arm.

[goldenrod]

A savage, devastated howl at the moon.

A f****** good poem!

goldenrod.

[PrinceMyshkin]

A savage, devastated howl at the moon.

A f****** good poem!

goldenrod.

You c*n s*y th*t a***n!

[CdnReader]

I'm not a sex addict for the sex
The sex usually does nothing.
It's for the attention
The fleeting feeling of love

And for those few minutes when I let go
In someone else's arms...
I am someone
and I am not so desperately lost.

This is about the truest statement I've ever read on the human condition. Beautifully (and painfully) written, Tattooed. Welcome to the Poetry Forum.

[PrinceMyshkin]

I am sick
I am a slut
I am a whore
I am ****ed up
I am dead inside
You are not so much dead, my love
for the dead do not proclaim
their state nor protest it
-–not so much dead as in rage
that life is apparently
not what it’s cracked up to be


I ****ed a guy last night
It meant nothing
I could have enjoyed similar stimulation by watching TV
He was small
And grunted a lot

I told him to call me a slut
He did
I told him to slap me
He did
I told him to bruise me
He did
I told him to choke me
He did
But the sad thing is...

I wanted him to kill me

But if you had dared
want him to love you,
to love you perhaps
as your mother loved you,
your mother magically transformed
into a handsome, tender,
loving man, who knows
but that he might have done that as well.


suffocate me
so I would just perish
and never again have to feel

Sad thing is...
I'd **** him again
All for something to do

To not feel pathetic
or crazy
or anxious
and especially to not feel this
thick
DESPAIR

But we all do things at time
–marry, have children,
seek fortunes, vote
for the governing party,
–in order not to feel that despair.


It suffocates me
Blinds me
binds me.

I'm not a sex addict for the sex
The sex usually does nothing.
It's for the attention
The fleeting feeling of love

And for those few minutes when I let go
In someone else's arms...
I am someone
and I am not so desperately lost.

You are not so desperately lost
but that you could find yourself here
among this community of the lost
and found.



"Apart from those who have lost their way, nobody makes it to this place." Monk Ryokan, trans. by Greg Yavorsky

[tattooed wonder]

thank you.... that was very beautiful.. I especially like the last bit.

You are not so desperately lost
but that you could find yourself here
among this community of the lost
and found.

I really appreciate that. thank you