Posted in Alcohol, bpd, Erotica, mental health, Mysterious, poetry

Cranberry Lips

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Cranberry lips leave a thin line around the rim

He doesn’t remove it- thinks it’s hot and I’m fine

Wet lips explore his mouth and he tastes me like sweet candy

Relishing the intimate moments we’re daring to share

In the quiet of the moonlight we take our time to touch

To feel his large hands cupping me it’s almost. too. much.

Love or lust? Does it matter? Do I care?

His dark eyes and warm tan body makes me want to sin

Suddenly we are skin to skin and my hand rubs up and down him.

Posted in Alcohol, bpd, mental health, poetry

Daily Prompt, Unravel

Trying to unravel these ravings that ravish my mind tied up as they are in time

The dirtiness abounds the cravings become and I try to behave like a normal being

Mortal wounds flare up as I fondle the suppleness of her breasts in my soft hands

Unraveling these feelings until raving and partying ravishes my mind warped in time.

Posted in Alcohol, borderline personality disorder, mental health

Insomniac

She grips the pillow tightly like someone may come in the room and take it. Not the one under her strawberry blonde hair, of course, but the one her boyfriend lays on. It’s comforting this cold night. She listens to the low hum of the fan that’s constantly running and that steady droll makes her feel better. There’s a loneliness when the dark world has their eyes shut and you’re the only one awake.

Write something! Break this long, fucking dry spell of writer’s block-even if what comes out completely sucks. Your few fans may understand, being writers themselves. If they laugh at you-you’ll never know it! Hold that head high! Just remind them you’re a stoic poet with a slight sense of humor. And maybe they will come back and read more another day…

Posted in mental health

Blank

This blinking cursor and blank page is going to cause me rage

My screaming, screeching parrot doesn’t help anything either

I’m going to lose it, it has to be over, just cover my mouth and disengage.

Then there’s the mouse who peeps and keeps running through my house

The only answer coming to my brain is to take a broom and beat his ass

Then all the world’s problems will come to an end and I’ll just take a pass.

Posted in mental health, poetry

Swallow

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If I saunter slowly under the moonlit sky will you stop me and swallow me whole?

Your sweet presence surrounds me squeezing away any hope I had of escaping

I love your warm lips and the feel of your kiss and the way your mouth explores my neck

I love your strong shoulders and tan, muscular chest and the way your hands fondle my breasts

Take me back, take me away, take these tears and fears and run with me to an unexpected place

If you take me under the moonlit sky, sweep me off my feet, stop me and swallow me whole

I will love your warm lips while they explore my neck and beg you to touch me some more.

 

Posted in mental health, Mysterious, poetry, Short poem, short story, Tragedy

Good-Bye, Beloved Night

I watched you kill me a thousand times in life∼before you actually made me die

and now I write to you from the other side∼to say good-bye, beloved Night.

Haunted by your frightening memory and the stormy passion we displayed

I’m now lost amidst the abyss of darkness that surrounds me day after day.

The black sky rains silver streaks of lightning and waves of regret

I look down at vivid colors∼the brilliant display is heaven unabated.

So you finally did it, succeeded in your scheme, but now, my thoughts of you have faded

from somewhere in-between I write to you, my killer∼to say good-bye, beloved Night.