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Literature Text
"Please make me come."
Written
in bold letters,
your plead
for salvation
hung around
your neck.
In tattered clothes,
you prayed
for someone
to fill
your corroded can,
not
with pennies
but
with something
of value.
Abused
Misused
Overused
You prayed
for a Samaritan
who would
heal your wounds
and handle you
with utmost care.
You lamented
for the one
who would see you
as a fragile woman
and not as
a slave for pleasure.
Over the years,
you were
a tissue paper
discarded
and flushed
after being used.
You were
an old doll
beheaded
and raped
after being played with.
You were
a homeless pauper
contented
with eating
some other girl's
leftovers
and sleeping
on a stranger's
forgotten newspapers.
But as much
as I want to give in
to your luscious thighs,
I will deny you
of your desires.
I will not make you come.
I will not be your charity.
For I will be
your homecoming.
Written
in bold letters,
your plead
for salvation
hung around
your neck.
In tattered clothes,
you prayed
for someone
to fill
your corroded can,
not
with pennies
but
with something
of value.
Abused
Misused
Overused
You prayed
for a Samaritan
who would
heal your wounds
and handle you
with utmost care.
You lamented
for the one
who would see you
as a fragile woman
and not as
a slave for pleasure.
Over the years,
you were
a tissue paper
discarded
and flushed
after being used.
You were
an old doll
beheaded
and raped
after being played with.
You were
a homeless pauper
contented
with eating
some other girl's
leftovers
and sleeping
on a stranger's
forgotten newspapers.
But as much
as I want to give in
to your luscious thighs,
I will deny you
of your desires.
I will not make you come.
I will not be your charity.
For I will be
your homecoming.
Literature
Our Issues
Your heart grew up in a black wooden box
and thought it fabulous,
its world of
right angles,
wood grain,
and eternal night.
It hated me when I bored the hole
that let the sun singe its eyes, cook its skin,
when rain collected the dirt on its skin
in a puddle beneath its feet and said:
"look how dirty you are, foul thing."
It hated and
hated and
still hates,
always crawling
under any
box it finds.
I kicked it
out of its hiding place.
It ran out howling, hating and being
ha
Literature
Unsave Me
U n s a v e m e
Steal away the softness from my eyes.
I want your fingerprints on my thighs,
The rainbows you leave there
When I taste your blood on my lips.
Cruel savior-
Make me beg.
Starve me-
Feed me the emptiness I crave,
Please- kiss me with your teeth.
Fill my head with your throat-sounds,
Primal
To chase away the void.
I cannot stand your gentle hands.
Unstained,
They stroke so tenderly,
And though I ache for you
To score with pointed fingertips
The smooth skin of my hips,
You do not.
Bruise away my bitter deeds
Like I long of you.
Tarnish me
Sweet prince,
Rid me of damned innocence,
Flay me with my longing
Literature
Teachers to the Dead
While we slept,
you strapped your arm around
my chest like armor and possession,
like this one belongs to me. Together, we are
teaching the things that haunt us
to lie down in their graves.
Here, like this
your demons say to mine as
they demonstrate the art of behaving.
Together, we secure their
broken bodies and set them into six feet of
downward motion.
(but we do not follow
we cannot go in their stead)
They do not know theyre dead. Its
always a blow when we break the news.
They find themselves jealous of our
human skin and our inhaling
exhal
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good vocabulary, interesting to read for vivid images too provide some halucinogenic effect.