so you see there is this old man.
he sits and twiddles his thumbs.
never really does anything,
but he is there.
just waiting alone in the darkness.
a corner not touched by much.
Until.
the moment in which he so over powered, so over joyed, so exuberant.
the twiddling stops,
the 40 watt is burning,
and he begins to scream in my ear, like ranting zealot.
i, through he’s words, am solely in charge of making letters make forms through
ink, pixel, or vocal patterns……….
this is how i write.
the rantings of an old man….
the random word that float through my head:
out of all the eyes this room
i only caught yours.
out of all the bodies in this room
i wanna touch yours.
out of all the voices filling the air
yours is the only one in my ear.
loathing stares to thoughs that have you
lustful gazes when you’re standing near me.
this future i see is with you.
horrors
triumphs
passion
are our interests.
baby girl let me show you all i have.
the random word that float through my head:
out of all the eyes this room
i only caught yours.
out of all the bodies in this room
i wanna touch yours.
out of all the voices filling the air
yours is the only one in my ear.
loathing stares to thoughs that have you
lustful gazes when you’re standing near me.
this future i see is with you.
horrors
triumphs
passion
are our interests.
baby girl let me show you all i have.
result of a gnashing world.
I’ve waisted plenty of lives trying to find my peace.
all I’ve found is HATE, CONTEMP and RAGE.
I have lost many in your wake.
restless and gutless your are a chronic pain in my side.
like vermin I kill one
there are multitudes ready to replace.
disease defines what great abomination you hold in this world.
grayness of the day’s skies add to the gloom.
fretting about the next loss.
security is a relative word.
precautions are just that.
tonight is my sacraifice
too al who have fallen
that they arent in vein.
casting you back to the grips of hell.
the rotting flesh
the screams of loved ones
the gnashing of teeth
IT ENDS NOW!
traps laid
torches lit
SHOTS FIRE!
i summon those who dare seek curiosity
a pit of bleed swine lay bare
above is a rig of igniter
they fall in
i set them ablaze
I’ve tired of this world
along with its daily scare tactics
FLAMES ABLAZE
hearing the nagging moans of suffering corpses
heat licks my skin with warmth
nauseated air filled freshly melting flesh.
with such a despreat act.
I too find peace in the pyre of holocaust.
with a leap
i see what i loved and what was good.
and how i will forever be in that past.
but now…
I lay.
in ash.
~mr1xiii3
in and out i fade
guided by the sound of stormy nights
i wish i had your body near
just a simple hand to hold when the nightmares are too much
just a body for you to warm up to in the cold of the night
just a kiss on the forehead to say its just me now go back to sleep
i have fantasies of being with you in my bed
while this world goes to shit
id have you when i wake.
the ish i say when im trying to woo a girl…
i want those lips of yours. Be it on my lips or near my hips…. I WANT THEM.
i want that voice of yours. Be it by whisper in my ear or moan of my name…. I WANT IT.
i want that body of yours. Be it laying ever so sweetly next to me or grinding against me…. I WANT IT.
i want you. Be it here or there distance wont stop me….. I NEED YOU.
where most are trying to find light
im running away from it.
my head is screaming yet i cant let it be heard.
i must keep it bottled up.
feeding off of its suffering
i let it fuel me.
i have hate
i have anger
and i have sadness
deep within me.
no one person can cure
nor a mystic force from another realm
i just am and will be hatred.
fury will keep the warmest
and sadness will keep me motivated.
sleepless cum.
i am sleep deprived
my carnal lusts are up and awake
my dick is hard and aching
i on my back
hand down my pants
massage my member
egging it on
time to start the show.
i unzip my pants
i bite my bottom lip
and bring out the star
sticking straight up all cocky and muscular
never taking a bow
i grab hold
tight and commanding
then stroking begins
slowly.
up.
and.
down.
the shaft.
letting out an inaudible moan
increasing the speed
i begin to thrust my hips against every downward stroke.
faster.
MOANING.
the one hand thats free is now the anchor to the bed.
going so fast at this point fatigue sets in.
MOANING SO LOUD.
CLIMAX. JUST. AT. THE….tip
exploded across my belly
i pant. i breath. i gasp for air.
i keep playing with it just to ease the pain/joy
this was all even the sweetest of things
cause i knew you were reading this
fingers deep
lip bit
with the occasional moan.
a bit to early for some ppl im sure. o well i wrote it. read if you want.
i am you
you are me
we are death
humanity must mean death in another cosmic language
as if to have a madias touch of withering.
NO GOLD HERE
only the greed of species not even old not to planet hop
there are far to many thinGs for us to find out
before we strat claiming we got it all fingered.
once this blue ball of dust was a beutiful place.
NOW
we care for it as much as a grandma stuck in a nursing home 5yrs back
and havent had not nary a visit just see if they can still breathe.
pushing it to back, to side, or even out sight.
these are basic of our instincts.
not vicious, uncaring, maturnal, or wise.
but
self centered, prideful,lustful, and most of all JUDGEMENTAL.
we are you
you are me
and i
I AM DEATH.