Tag: Creative

Dream

I had a dream, 
A dream where I was your wife.
Where your hands were on my waist
And my spine was bent
In your favorite position.
Your hands are glued to my throat
While I try not to scream.

I had a dream,
A dream where you were comforting me.
Where your hands caressed my hair
And my eyes filled with tears
That eventually slide down my face.
Your mouth is whispering sweet sounds
While I am spiraling out of control.

I had a dream,
A dream where you were killing me.
Where your favorite blade pushed through my organs
And my body was motionless
And weak to your attack.
Your body locked over me 
While I slowly lost consciousness. 

And it was the best dream
I’ve ever had.

The Woman

As a child, 

I would prefer to spend a lot of time alone.

My parents thought it was quiet odd 

And would often check on me.

Unknown to them,

I was never alone.


The woman in the corner would be there,

Watching.

It scared me at first,

But over time,

I began to accept her presence.

She would stroke my hair

While I was asleep.

She would wipe my tears 

While I cried about a worthless boy.

She would listen to my pleas 

While I cried and begged for death.


She was there

During my loneliest moments

In youth. 

And she’s here

During my proudest moments

In adulthood.

Love Me Now

You said you didn’t love me.

You said you had no ill feelings for me,

But that you 

Didn’t 

Love 

Me.

I just couldn’t understand the idea of you not loving

me

When I’ve loved you my entire life 

And beyond.

Now, I’m stand

In your kitchen

With your beating heart

In my hands.

Your body lies still on the clean tiles. 

I give your heart a squeeze 

As I admire the sweet gift you have given me. 

I’m sorry, my love.

I just couldn’t 

Take

The

Rejection.

I hope you can love me 

Now

That I have your heart 

In my loving hands. 

Belonging

During dark nights, I ponder my existence within our world.
What am I other than a deranged scholar and writer?
Who am I if I am not deep in my sickness and delusion?
What is my purpose if I am not dangerously in love,
With my partner or my craft?

The more I analyze the corrupt society we live in,
The less I understand my position within it.

To belong into our society would be a wonderful,

Earthy,

Thing.

Closure

I just wanted answers.

I wanted to know why you would cause a soft being like myself

So much internal pain and heartbreak.

When you arrived,

You just couldn’t give me the answers I wanted.

“It was a mistake.”
“You are a beautiful and amazing woman.”
“You deserve better.”
“I told you I didn’t want anything serious.”

Only the same, lame, excuses men always give 

When they fuck up and don’t want to be accountable.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I wanted to hurt you the same way you hurt me. 

After a struggle and a few punctures,

You were on the ground, slowly bleeding out. 

Your beautiful blue eyes were now bloodshot and filled with fear.

I couldn’t help, but to caress your face.

You flinched at my touch,

Which turned me on. 

A sinister smile creeps onto my face as I grip your face,

Making eye contact. 

I turn your head to reveal a small slit on your neck made during the fight for dominance. 

I admire the cut as I continue to get aroused by your weakness and you continue to be fearful of my next moves.

Without thinking, I lean forward and I can feel your body clench beneath mine.

I tap my tongue on the cut before putting it fully on. 

My tongue swirls around the spot before I begin sucking. 

I notice your heart is beginning to beat faster and you are no longer clenching.

I never had this craving before and I can’t help, but to continue sucking

As this is the ultimate pleasure. 

Once I am fulfilled, I removed myself from the slit and observed him.

He laid there, looking as lifeless, pathetic and useless as ever.

He was dead

And I finally got the closure I was yearning for. 

Obsession

I am obsession.

My handmade personality is based on obsession

With art,

With celebrities,

With aesthetics,

And with my own ideals of my being.

My overwhelming love is based on obsession.

Once I met someone I like,

They consume my thoughts,

My eating habits,

My sleep schedule,

My physical needs

And my emotions needs.

My high education and intelligence is based on obsession.

I only go to one of the best universities in the states 

Because I want to be the best,

I want to be seen as the best,

I want to be better than you

And myself. 

I am obsessed

And I am nothing 

Without my own obsessions.