December 2010
48 posts
a poem about blowjobs
by a 14 year old.
One day I was sitting by the lake, Where there I decided to bake a cake. I realized, the cake must have a name, That can expand its world-wide fame. Then I had a dream fly by, We shall name it, cream pie! That has no reference to hardcore sex, Since the pie looks like Malcolm x! This cream pie tasted so good, My wood seemed to have stood. It rose to 6 feet in the air, It...
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“listen here and listen close, for all those things you miss the most.”
I want to remember you, just like this.. →
sincesheleft:
“I want to remember you, just like this, until I see you again,” you said. Your strong,rough hands began to trace my body from my forehead, down my neck, over my ribcage, my thigh, everything. Your soft lips followed, inch by inch. I just laid there, savoring every moment almost as if I would…
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7/13/07
hello my love, you just went away. you felt sick. i really hope you feel better. its 10:36. i miss you. i’ve made copies and copies of papers with the days of the week until i see you, i hung it up on my wall next to your picture you drew me, and around all that, are 3 pictures of you and me. and i have a little red marker to mark off the days, everyday until i see you. 18 days. a little...
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your ex-lover is dead
You’re in a car with a memory; a picture. Something that you told yourself was gone, lost and never to be found. You pinch your left arm, hoping that this misleading dream of past and present will soon end. But once your finger runs through her hair like it once had, you find yourself at home. You find the source of that familiar scent you still love.
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I think about you constantly.
‘i use my peripherals, i can read every line at the doctors now. because before I was blind. Its a variable that went missing, yet I still lay thinking what it could have been. I feel like my curiosity is bad, that at this point where is there enough capacity to fit it all in my head? Not a second goes by that im not preoccupied, always have those few seconds each day to wish you were back...
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productivity
“Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These...
"I don't hate you, I hate weakness. I hate style...
theageofquarrel:
-Henry Rollins
“So lets just pretend everything and anything between you and me was never meant.”
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“And you’re right-I’m pathetic. I have sex with strangers because I’m incapable...”
– (via jimmysamaverick)
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