Posted in Free Thought, New Post, Poetry

This Time Around

Zwei Menschen By Edvard Mucnch

I find it easy to heal you

Seeing that I understand the root of things

The root of your things

You brush everything and under the rug

Not knowing you always leave a trail

I always find where you went wrong

I’m always there to help clean it up

This time around you found a new stop

You directed me to it

We picked it apart

You cleaned it up

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

It Was Always You

I realized you were the one when you stayed longer

You listened to my worries,

even when repeated

I really wanted you there and you wanted to be there

You leaned into my trauma, not taking it on as your own

But to be my support blanket

You wrapped your warm arms around me

Night and day

Day and night

Some days we never saw the sun come up

You watched me stretch across that finish line

You waited for me on the other side

It was alway you

Posted in Erotica, New Post, Poetry

What You Made Me Do

Mother, May I By Marianna Tomaselli

Lost in the way you stare into my eyes

I stumble over my left foot

My cheeks immediately turn red and my armpits are wet

Somehow, my panties are too

The smirk on your face was confirmation that you like to see me in distress

I reminded myself 10 times white jeans were a mistake

But, for some reason you convinced me

except, you weren’t even present

The red wine you bought was visible on my crotch

resembling a period stain

She demanded that I remove my jeans and she would replace them

What she came down with was not what she promised

As if she promised anything at all

My heart began to pound loudly

I was afraid she would hear

Hands began to feel clammy

I was hoping she wouldn’t ask for my hand

Yet, she asked for both

She directed me to her cold floor

where I slowly planted my knees on, firmly

This replacement was much better than I’d imagine

It looked a lot bigger from down here

She demanded I that I make it disappear, so I did.

That night, I left with more than a fantasy.

Posted in Erotica, Free Thought, New Post, Poetry

Safe Word

I am invisible to you

So I think

I fantasize about you daily

In hopes of manifesting you into my bed

Or yours

Intertwined in your soft thick thighs

You take the lead this time around

Planting kisses on every sensitive spot

Wrap your hand around my neck

That grip just makes everything that much more intense

Don’t hold back

I’m no angel

Treat me roughly

Do what comes to mind

My only safe word is more

It’s what I desire

Posted in Free Thought, New Post, Poetry

Baggage

Lost Suitcase By Mauel Garcia De La Cruz

Dealing with your trauma the best way I know how

Living and breathing on shells daily

Stuck under a rock and a wall you placed between us

Frozen at the front door of my own home

I see you working on demanding more of me

The look on your face when you think you’ve got it figured out

Afraid to let me in

I see the child and I want to set her free

But she can’t be freed here

 

 

 

 

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En Route

Photo http://www.qunel.com/

To the young girl with the empty notepad

Exploring the unknown

Trying to find the words to express her hurt

Her sadness

Yet, forgiveness

The darkness that forced her to leave

A place that is now so foreign

A place which awakens her with memories of drifting away slowly, forever

She never takes enough

An emptiness that you can hear from the outside of her body

Hallow and silent

Her destination surely determines her fate 

 

Posted in Free Thought, New Post, Poetry

Veil

You pretend there isn’t a storm

Nothing to protect you from the rain and hail

You walk barefoot in the alley

Glass hidden in the cracks of the pavement

Penetrating the soles of your feet

You never complained

You took on the ocean

You never swam in anything deeper than 5ft

Yet you rode waves

shaping your own reality

Living freely

You never feared a thing

You said it never existed

It was all an illusion

I found your diary

Your fears were hidden in thin pages

Wrinkles on each

Written in cursive

Numbered

I was number one