Posted in Free Thought, Misc., New Post, Poetry

I Don’t Blame You

Drift By Wendy Van

When I’m feeling low and unappealing

You’re always there with your natural healing

The scum of the earth with a bruised ego

Forever reminding myself why I don’t matter

And there you are

Hands ready to catch me as I fall in the pit of my own negligence

I never knew what the ground tasted like because you’re always there

Now that you’re elevated

Unreachable

I can barely pick my face up

The taste of cement on the back of my tongue

The cracked teeth to remind me of my new struggle

Which is all I know now

You used to be there

I depended on you for comfort

Too afraid to rely on my own love

Bullied by the toxic traits I live with daily

Abusing the hidden bottles under my sink

Well, they were hidden when you used to check on me

Now they’re half empty

Under my bed

On my shirts

In my nails

Oozing out of my pores

You left the moment you realized you are no savior

I resemble the plague that once invaded your pure mind

I accepted once I realized I could only save myself

Posted in Free Thought, Misc., New Post, Poetry

I Want Out

Max Gasparini

some days I want to crawl out of my body

Not because of discomfort

Because of too much comfort

I hate the daily routine

The mild confusion I get

Everything gets so foggy

The tiredness

The fact the I refuse to change certain habits although it benefits me

Too much comfort

I want to claw my way through my chest

That’s where I feel the most

I don’t want to feel some days

I want to claw through my mind

Remove all negative behaviors

That’s where it all start

Too much to bare

When it’s my time to open up

I have too much to share

I just want to free myself

Then come back when I’m ready

Posted in Erotica, Free Thought, New Post, Poetry

Sweet Shiraz

Hands Study By Ivan Alifan

Stuck on the couch

It’s 3:27 in the morning

The wine stain on my shirt reminds me of the leftover wine in my glass

I take a sip

And a few more

It’s 4:30 am and I am suddenly awakened by a thump between my thighs

I try not to call you because I like to wake up alone

And you like to tell me sentimental things

But I need the company of your warm lips to take the edge off

The way your tongue massages the parts of me that are most sensitive

With a kiss she is reassured she will be cared for

My body is so light

So warm

Floating at the thought of you caressing me right now

Planting my fingers in my mouth for preparation

Visions of your face framed between my thighs

With this look of hunger in your eyes

I could no longer wait

Lightly gliding my fingers across my clit

Nipples growing

Breathing heavy

Your name slipped a few times as I got closer

Gripping onto the cushion beneath me as if I am falling

That intense feeling,

Building

And

Building

..

A sudden breeze from my window glazed over my body

cooling me down

Sweat sitting on top of my skin,

slowly evaporating

Just like my visions of you

And the rest of the wine in my glass

Posted in Free Thought, Misc., New Post, Poetry

Stop Running from Yourself

Finding Myself By Valerie Runningwolf

I’ve never understood your type, ya know

So quick to make decisions about things you know nothing about

So quick to play the victim when situations are not in your favor

Never want to hold yourself accountable

Afraid of confrontation in fear of being disliked

or maybe disowned by people you love

You never think about your actions

Only after everything is already said and done

You escape from the light

Back to what feels familiar

Solidarity

You come back as if nothing happened

But it never is

Posted in Free Thought, Misc., New Post, Poetry

Passing Time

Passing Time By Adam Lupton

Help me escape the place I’ve created in my thoughts

Pillow talking to myself hoping it would make it serene

I dug a hole in my mind to hide you from myself

The parts of myself I have yet to control

But you always seem to find a way out

Almost as if you’re trying to be me in order to free yourself

Tired of being a prisoner of my mind

I want to forget you and you want to disappear

It sometimes make me feel wanted when you’re around

Like I once existed in your world

But I know it was just a phase

And I’m just another girl

Posted in New Post, Poetry

Honeymoon

Dancing Passion By Nicole Roggman

I didn’t need to light that candel

You shined so effortlessly on your own

Similar to the glow when I first laid eyes on you

The aroma in the room weakened the limbs

No longer standing

Instead on my knees

Worshipping every moment I have you in my presence

Falling in love all over again

ignited by passion, so much of it

Time nonexistent

You are the only person that consumes my thoughts

Even in this moment

An everlasting love

A moon in time we will never forget

A candles scent that will forever be ingrained in my memory

A love we share will forever bloom

A honeymoon to be forever remembered

Posted in Erotica, Free Thought, New Post, Poetry

Sweet Zai

 Peach color

Sweet as organic honey

Salivating at the thought of you

You move as if you know you’re being watched

And I enjoy the view

I enjoy you pleasing yourself

whining your hips against your fingers

My favorite actually

I love when you serve them to me

After they’ve been so deep in your sea

Onto this soft platter

one at a time

I remove the sweet gold from your fingers

in between your fingers

Savoring every drop of it

licking the remains of you off my bottom lip

That usually gets you wetter

You part your thighs

Showing me your sweet peach

Glistening like honey

Posted in Free Thought, New Post, Poetry

It’s no Secret

Thinking of You By Donatella Marraoni

I know you still think of me

It’s like your eyes sending signals through your pixels

Starring through the device in the palm of your hands

Directly to my mind

Which is why you’re there all the time

Drinking this wine make the memories I hold on to rotate so intensely

I lose it whenever I get a glimpse

I just know I’d get drunk off just one kiss

I know you still think of me

Posted in Free Thought, Misc., New Post, Poetry

Our Complex Emotions

Divide By Lionel Smit

I don’t expect you to understand me

I expect a deep connection

One that stimulates my brain and have me weak at the knees

I don’t want you to be attached to our relations

Leave me with the satisfaction that you don’t need me

Come back to me when you’re detached from the idea of us

Lets reach a peak and leave

Just to come back and reach it again

Until we can no longer feel

That way it won’t hurt

Not a bottle could compare to this feeling

Not a blunt in this world could compare

An addiction you’ve never experience

One without real attachments