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Archive for the ‘Poem’ Category

5.15.18 PMS is an asshole —

~ a poem ~ Every month, without fail, it happens. I’ll find myself in my closet, or in my bathroom, or on my bed crying. My mind will be saying the worst possible things about me, worse than what anyone has ever said to my face. (We all know those parts of ourselves, the exact […]

4.29.18 If —

~ a poem ~ I’d come home to see you every two weeks, no excuses. I’m not made of money, so we’d go havsies on a plane ticket for the odd visits, and I’d drive for the even ones. My grades would not be allowed to suffer. Anything less than a 75% on an Exam […]

4.20.17 When I Was Seven —

~ a poem ~ When I was seven I had a pink notebook, even though I hated the color pink, and still hate the color pink, but I remember the Pepto Bismol pages as if I still held them in my hands. When I was seven I had a pink notebook, and in it I […]

3.1.17 Same Old Heartache —

~ a poem ~   It feels like Spring, the season where my loneliness blooms. Each year, without fail, I get an ache in my body, a desire for a warm someone and a little heart beating in my belly. Today I let my mind slip away, dreaming of a life that could happen. Our […]

2.2 Because The Internet —

~ a poem ~ Can music make love to you? Fuck you through the speaker? Caress you via sound waves? When I listen to him, I feel his hands on me, his lips on mine, his dick inside of me. We modulate rough or slow, sensuous and deep, fast and frenetic based on the song. […]

2.1.17 That Boy —

~ a poem ~ I still remember a lot of things about that boy. His ass. My god his ass. He was in the best shape, and he had an ass I wanted to bite. But he wasn’t into that, though. The sex, when we had it, was amazing. We fucked on the floor, on […]

1.27.17 A Single Girl’s Lament —

~ a poem ~ Every time I see them on the street, or when they get into my car, I wonder: How did they do it? How did they meet? Do they get along? Are they secretly at each other’s throats? Or are they actually happy? Couples baffle me. Looking back on my love life, […]

1.26.17 Napping Failure —

~ a poem ~ Lying in bed, mind racing, worrying about work; napping failure. Thoughts drift aimlessly; trying to quiet my mind, I turn to dark dreams. My fantasy: their lips on my naked body, their hands everywhere. Dirty talk, requests and demands. I oblige all. I am their fuck toy. They fill me, push […]

1.15.17 My Fantasy Man —

~ who I see when I’m cuming ~ I dreamed you up one day to soothe my aching heart. You are the man who loves me, charms me, tames me, and trains me. You are the man I want and need most. I call you Daddy because that’s what I want. Protector, by my side, […]

1.12.17 My Sense Of You —

~ a poem ~ You smell like oranges, rinds ripped, zest tingling, bright and peppy and alive. You taste like candy, savory and sweet; I wanna gobble you up. You sound like sex, but, then again, you always do, whether it’s your moaning now or the way you pronounce my name. You feel like heaven […]