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Maeve Dec 2018
We all have a hunger
For more
Than what we have,
To be something we’re not

Not all itches are meant to be scratched
Madelynn Nieves Sep 2018
You make me want to kick and scream
Because I hate that I love you
and hate you all at the same time
Break the plaster
Shatter the dishes
Destroy the photos
Ensure there is no proof of us here
Because I believe now that love is a lie
A myth to get us all twisted
On reality and illusion
A trick to reel us in
When in truth it is a sin
The amount of destruction
That results from this word
Let’s start from this apartment
Then we’ll investigate the world
Love creates peace
But where does peace exist?
I’ve lost faith and I am petrified
Of what results from this loss of light
I punched a hole through the wall
And saw myself on the other side
A simple reflection
Terrifying when it comes through
Like a mirror
Existing in another dimension
raicyd Aug 2018
ever get those words flowing into your head?

and you have this urge to write it down.

because you know if you don't,

it'll be lost forever into the abyss of your mind?

i get that a lot...

and i can' write it on my phone,

because i'd  miss that sound of my pen scratches through the rough paper.

and sometimes,

its the only sound i hear in this quiet room.
i can't wait to go home
Geanna Jun 2018
It' odd to not be sure how you're feeling
To not know what's going on inside your own head
You're a mystery that can only be solved by yourself
Sometimes I feel like people can control if
They want to feel something or not
For them it's a switch

It's not so easy for me
It takes a lot just to block it out
The pain,                
The thoughts,    
The urges...

It's hard to control an urge
Your gut and your mind says "yes"
Regardless of your answer
Your mind is high, not letting you think straight
Maybe deep down inside your heart
You know it's wrong
But you can't help it

Feelings are so very complicated
Maybe they're a curse
~ G.P.O
danny May 2018
Heart is racing,
Been dying for weeks for this night,
Letting lose more necessity than requirement.

Gonna get ball deep tonight,
let the tatters remain where they lay,
Strip you bare and pump in your ****.

The first time,
Knuckles still wet from when it was my turn.
Please

Look in the mirror,
I play my usual cards
Dash once I smash your ****.

Lone wolf,
What happens to me happens to me.
Words seldom fall from my money maker about you.

Secrets are safe with me,
no bro talk about what you were born with,
and things that you weren't

When it's time to get **** wild.
I do, do you too, and three's and four's
not happy until everything and one is spent.

Act all normal and demure
to get by.
When the bell goes I go and sow all the seeds.

We all meet to get **** wild.
Not for props or bravado.
Just to be.

Woman to man to man to them.
It courses like a river.
Flowing and merging, over lapping never ending.
Harley Hucof Jan 2018
Moments create turbulence in my state of freedom
I have not yet learned to blend in around people

I get judged everywhere i turn
Chill son you are not the center of the universe

Paranoid some might say
But i know the debt i must pay

I have been promised a rebirth!
Keep it real, know your worth

I feel the Lack of connection as we convolve
Little by little my problems will be solved

The Ghost've been visiting me frequently
It's not you it's me, excuse my humility

The passenger fits in unseen
The path is clear


Words Of Harfouchism.
October Rain Nov 2017
These urges keep coursing through my mind.
The feelings it brought the sensation I felt.
It was my own personal drug that no one will take. 
My body tingles as the feeling of it comes running through my head and i can almost feel it .
But almost isn't enough.
I need it, I crave it, it was the one thing keeping me sane.
And it's been gone for so long it frightens me.
The thought  of never feeling it again.
So I whisper as I stand alone in my room my hands shaking in anticipation "Just one more time, one more time and I'll stop.
  No one has to know it'll be our little secret.
Jeremy Rascon Aug 2016
What am I if not human?  
Am I monster
Who roams the empty city streets
In search for love to devour
And spit back the bones
Defiler of young dreams
Wrecker of lives
Am I a monster
That preys on the weak
One for every day
My primal urges
Urge me to take part in these
Biological
Natural
Irresistible
Wants and needs,
Am I a monster because I suppress them ,
Or am I human?
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