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His warm tongue slides up and down my neck, while his hand grips the back of my head.I wet his fingers, he slides them lowerI let out a gasp, he's moving slowerIn they go, thrusting insidehe's hitting every spot just about rightit's warm in there, i know he feels it
By sylviaa_8 years ago in Poets
in repose she lays her head on the flat concrete floor found comfort in depression as it had become her only friend born to a psychotic and born to crying eyes
By Kenzi Saavedra8 years ago in Poets
He saw his own shadow. It was a continuous reminder of his past. When he looked down, he saw his father, The one he never knew, but was resurrected by Malcolm’s autobiography.
By Naima Bartholomew8 years ago in Poets
My chest is heavy, heart racing Foot tapping, fingers twitching Breathing slow, time dragging This is the moment Lips dry, cheeks red
By Samantha Reid8 years ago in Poets
little girl in hospital waiting room surrounded by crayons sat on the carpet, colouring in pictures of doctors and nurses waiting for her consultancy of her mri and the blue crayon
By Emily Sharpe8 years ago in Poets
Tick. I straightened my row of pencils for the umpteenth time. Tick. I picked up my old leather bag and stroked the fraying hem of the handle up and down
By Sophie Smith8 years ago in Poets
You were the place I used to call home, I feel like now I’m just stuck here alone. The only reason I came here was for you,
By Hannah Milan8 years ago in Poets
When will they learn that we can’t eat money? Maybe when there’s no more trees worth cutting Or when the fish all float up and turn
By megan hope8 years ago in Poets
The way we left things was bittersweet. I’ll always love you; you’ll always love me. Sometimes people just aren’t meant to be.
Today I am not feeling that good. Feeling weak as ever. Not as I normally would. You know he is very clever. He tucked me back in as he should.
By Crissy DXCII8 years ago in Poets
It was your birthday, I know, I didn't forget, I just chose not to acknowledge it. It was your birthday, same as last year but I chose to ignore it, I chose to not relive that hurt, pain, I chose to restrain from that.
By Andriea Munkelt8 years ago in Poets
Burning inside and it never comes out. I never let it. This is why you all think I am normal. In my head I'm a robot, a tick…
