More of my "Poetry".

Two of my poems. These aren't my best. They are personal to me, though.


"Cum"
Into my pit of nothing and selfishness again
Crawling my way out with bloody nailbeds without nails
Watch me fall
Watch me **** it all
And make me cum
So I can distract myself
From
climax

VS
Innocent minds versus a mindless weapon.
Regular people versus mental illness.
Victim versus murderer.
Peer versus pressure.
Pressure versus you.
Pressure verses me.
Me vs the world.
The world versus news.
News versus tabloids.
Tabloids versus exploitation.
Exploitation versus pressure.
Pressure versus you.
Pressure versus murder.
Murder versus death.

I like the first one, MysteryGirl. A lot of angst there.

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Originally Posted by qimissung

I like the first one, MysteryGirl. A lot of angst there.

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Thank you, Qimissung. I appreciate that.

I wrote this tonight.
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Lust.

The sweat at the base of my palms.

And you grinding against me.

Lust was the taste of yesterday,

In the feel of our bedsheets.

Lust was finding you, in photographs.

And ****ing myself, ****ing you.

I wrote this a while back. I'm a bit proud of it.


A kiss from you to me means more than just a kiss.
It’s something that I’ve tasted when it’s you that I miss.
It’s more than just a simple gesture, to tell me you love me.
It’s showing me that I can choose to not be lonely.


It’s like letting our lips be shown a glimpse of sexuality.
Like letting our flavors dance like a virus in harmony.
And they dance as we get wrapped up in each other.
In a sickness beautifully recovered.

And so the silence creeps in again.

Threatening me with it’s presence.

Whether good or bad, lonely.

Whether happy or sad, quiet.

I try to find it’s calm innate storm.

I try to find the peace within it’s noiseless company.

I try to realize that all that silent at all.

I try to realize that a re-enactment of murder

and losing isn’t going on around me

in the confines of my bedroom.

I try to focus on the sound of a cat

or the sound of laughter.

And find

nothing.

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Originally Posted by MysteryGirl

Two of my poems. These aren't my best. They are personal to me, though.


"Cum"
Into my pit of nothing and selfishness again
Crawling my way out with bloody nailbeds without nails
Watch me fall
Watch me **** it all
And make me cum
So I can distract myself
From
climax

VS
Innocent minds versus a mindless weapon.
Regular people versus mental illness.
Victim versus murderer.
Peer versus pressure.
Pressure versus you.
Pressure verses me.
Me vs the world.
The world versus news.
News versus tabloids.
Tabloids versus exploitation.
Exploitation versus pressure.
Pressure versus you.
Pressure versus murder.
Murder versus death.

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They go deeper deeper into the psyche and something we ignore or suppress for social or ethical reasons. You have arrived at the very truth unswervingly and honestly. I think you will come up with such boggling and beguiling poems since we are fed up with the usual love story or tragic type. Human motifs are redefined here. Our longings are honored here.We are here out of the longings of our ancestors and the rest is trash

MysteryGirl, I rather like your poetry and was really drawn in by your first offering, "Cum". Too late now for you to take out the quotation marks from the title of this thread—yet you shouldn't have put them there in the first place! This is not "poetry", it's poetry! Keep'em coming our way, please!

NOTE; Thank you for the compliments. I appreciate them greatly.

More:



Today,

I looked through the looking glass.

And I saw memories of us in there.

They played like a video tape but

I had to stop them because I got that

feeling in the pit of stomach that makes me

feel like something is wrong when something

actually isn’t.

I got that feeling in the pit of my stomach that

makes me feel like something is wrong when something

actually isn’t because of you.

and that made me think that you were something wrong

so just like you, I abandoned those video tapes
.

And I came back an hour later and cried because they

made me think that you were something wrong.

They made me do it.

And I don’t think

I was ready to get let go of you.

I’ve been in this storm for far too long.

The tidal wave has become too strong.

The current is pulling me under.

Begging me to surrender.

I am so lonely and everything is black.

But I cannot see the path to turn back.

I created a world where I knew what you were thinking.

And there was nothing left between us, no questioning.

There’s no tension whatsoever and the aroma is black.

I melted into you and became the love that we lacked.


AND

Don’t spread the word that this is Jane’s goddamn addiction.

Because she just started and she’s not sure she likes it.

She just started and she’s already feeling it.

The hazy, curiosity killing and ragdoll mindset.

The one mother****ing piece of sanity that she has left.

Because she picked the best friends that took her

down to a level that was lower than hell.

And now she doesn’t feel.

Above it.

Now she doesn’t feel.

Catching up with you all at once. Lots to enjoy. Now slow down! :)

I especially like your last two offerings Mystery Girl. It all feels very borderline and chaotic.

A lot to take in at once. I actually thought Vs was the cleverest of them all - a play on words as well as an original piece of writing.

You have talent and a fine eye for detail. But you also take risks that makes your work more exciting than most of what gets posted on here.

A belated 'Welcome'.

H

Thank you all so much. I don't even know how to properly respond apart from with a huge THANK YOU. I appreciate it honestly more than you know, especially raw comments such as yours because it makes me feel like I know what I'm doing right and hopefully that I haven't done anything too wrong. Here is a couple more from my stash. The titles are in bold...

I’m sorry
Sometimes I feel so alone here.

And alone is something that

I’m used to but somehow

It’s still bitter right now.

It feels like it’s tearing at me.

And if I’m being totally blunt,

I don’t have many pieces

of me left.

Take me
Shove me.

Push me.

Squeeze me.

Tease me.

Love me.

**** me.

Lust me.

Taste me.

Forget me.

Please.

Depression.
I am lost.

And crucified on your cross.

With nails shoved through

my wrists that look

oddly like

razor blades.

You own me.

Visuals & Sugar
You are too much for me.

I feel wrapped up in

controversiality.

I woke up this morning to

blood red sheets and the

smell of you biting my lip

lingering in the

frost bitten air.