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Category: Addictions & Lust

Sex Life

My sex life is Not important To me. I had no pussy in years. Not homosexual. My palms too hairy to hide. Perhaps a bit asexual. This is my confession. So you know the truth about me. Childhood memories spring…

Consequences

I don’t know what I am doing Screwing girls I don’t know, But it shows Me in true light; Whore Monger at best. I choose confession Carefully, Coz’ it’s not What you want to hear. I bare consequences Yet to…

My World

Welcome to my world; You are not my girl. I pretend you are But you are far away. The distance is immeasurable, But your company always pleasurable. I really need you, But that ain’t going to happen So I withdraw…

Outrageous

Say something outrageous, Come on you can do it. But the fluidity of speech Evades me. I was once courageous, But the battle lines Reach. I have no idea Where I am going with this. I extemporise. Don’t patronise me;…

Woke Up

I woke up; This was going through my head, The dread rhymes That can’t be said, Only read And then forgotten. Consigned To the pit of mind.   Did I set the bar too high? And if I did I…

Oceans

Every time tied to the mast, Passing oceans Way too vast. I am not forgiven In my improvision. This cannot last, Go out with a blast. Not much at stake. It’s all in the past, But memory lives, Casts a…

A thought

I tremble with The fact I almost caught You unawares; But the stares I receive I want to believe, But I cannot achieve What I set out to do. The glue Of my life Falls apart too easy. The crazy…

Who

I, I can remember The falls I had. But you, That’s you I said Rescued me from garbage Without invective. This may be retrospective Musings of a life once held, Now disconnected. They only review So nothing is new. Look…

Long Time Ago

When emissions don’t unfold We begin again. It stretches, it folds. Waves before Are no more, Yet the cold Embarrasses Thee. Don’t be ashamed You were claimed a long time ago.  

Reply

You seem to know all about me; I know nothing of you sir. Please tell me who you are. No. I wont look on anymore, Your countenance says all. You look, sound and act like me, Yet you are not.…

Peace

The portrait in the picture, A sad and lonely man. But the eyes; The eyes can’t tell a lie. The stricture It imposes just a mockery Of truth. Can you lie again? I seek a truth And I will never…

Hideaway

I need a place to go and hideaway; I can’t stay here any more. The core of my problem, All too evident. I wish I had the wits To prevent What is happening to me, But I don’t. Wake up…