Anonymous

This is a reader submission that I received tonight. There was no date on it, but the poet told me that they had written it a long time ago, and that they don’t feel this way anymore, but that they hoped it might help someone who felt this way now. Thank you, anonymous!

I have given it 28 years in this life, and all I feel is pain.
After all this heartache, how could anyone ever be sane?
I don’t know why I was put here, or even why I stay
if my life is the price of freedom, then that debt I am ready to pay
I am not looking for sympathy, or any type of sorrow
I just want someone to hear me; that not everyone is wanting a tomorrow
I am told that life is a gift, but I’m not sure that I agree
Not having to experience another day would be the best present anyone could give me
I have forgotten how to smile, thanks to all the damage that’s been done
it only makes an appearance when I am lucky enough to see my son
I feel like my life was arranged for me, like I didn’t have a choice
Now no one hears my cries for help, like I don’t have a voice
The woman I love has moved on, and we no longer speak
When I cycle through the memories, I can feel the tears start to roll down my cheeks
I am still confused, and don’t think I will ever really understand
Why life is full of pain and hurt, yet we call it God’s great plan
To my Sons Mother, the woman who will forever hold the key to my heart
Even though we are not together, I want you to know I have never felt apart.
To my son Carter, the only one I will truly miss
I hope to see you on the other side my baby, if Heaven really does exist.

Straddled across his lap
I looked into eyes
Of blue seas and gray sky

The smile he always offered
Could no longer be seen
We were on the precipice of a kiss
Heat seeking heat

I discovered myself
On the tip of his tongue
As he uttered words of penetration
Between pauses of savoring
Innocence for use

Pink meeting pink
His head lost in me
As he rocked me to and fro
Filling me with poignant memory
Of not too long ago

Not too long ago
He would wave as he walked by
Little conversations sprouting here and there
That I continued well into fantasy

Then came the day
When my feelings were in flux
He said I knew how he wanted to touch

With every touch I surrendered
To the need that bloomed
From when he reached in and
Caressed his secret

Looking into eyes of fertile earth
He loosed his seed
All the while holding me close
Rocking to and fro
Rocking to and fro

~ Night Rider

His hips press hard into the underside of my thighs
My ankles crossed behind his head
Hands gripping the bedsheets
Waves of heat crash through me
His body plowing into mine
Carnal and lustful, you’d think us animals.

Then his hand comes to my face
Shaking with pleasure and emotion
He caresses my cheek, turning my head so i look into his eyes
Seeing the Love that burns there
I remember all the clean, chaste moments we’ve shared
They all slumber in our souls

Even as he loves me with his eyes, he never breaks rhythm
Continuing to love me with his body, his skin
Fire engulfs me, pulling me in past escape
Getting hotter and hotter, faster and faster
I remember all the sweaty, breathless moments we’ve shared
They all slumber in our bodies.

Awoken by kisses, stoked by touches
They threaten to overtake us
He groans, chest rumbling with pleasure
He grips my thighs roughly, forcing himself in deep
I arch my back, my body greedily taking in every inch of him
Heat crests and we tumble together into the inferno of our love

Fire rages through me, pulls screams from my lungs
Both of us splattered with evidence of the others love
We collapse on the bed, like a burned out fire
Ashes, we feel like now, hardly fires, spent and satisfied
Yet coals are stowed away, to be kindled again
Fresh fire is strong and hot, yes

But old fire, seasoned fire, brought back, time after time, is what holds us together. That is what love really is.

Loneliness or Lust by Dimitrius (source)

Loneliness or lust

I long for your touch but I can decide if its loneliness or lust I fantasize about our uniting but those thoughts I try to resist.

Still it makes my heart beat faster to think
Of your scent.

It excites my mind and body, why am I feeling this way. Am I shaming myself with silly passion, or am I looking for some kind of culmination from you which you may not have had or that I may not have experienced.

Because when you walk by my mind turns to sexual thoughts and pleasures I try to be prudent and I tell myself to stop. But still I vision you in a proxy of emotion.

In your nakedness I can see your body responding to my every move.
The sweat is dripping from our bodies as the clock goes ticking on.

But time is not the factor, you and time are mine.

As we reach the highest peaks, nothing could be finer.

As we moan in pleasure, I can find no pain. These thought’s drive me insane but still I wonder

is it

loneliness or lust

This is a reader submission that I received. I am posting it on the date that is written on their poem, which was 9-19-14.

Internal Pain,
many tears,
Lessons learned,
throughout the years.
Forever hurt,
deeply scarred.
Tough to move on,
life is hard.
My heart is broken
and will always be.
But love is real,
my son showed me.
My journey continues,
with a feeling of hope.
I write these words,
they help me cope…
Sometimes I struggle
and no one knows.
My broken heart,
through tears it shows.
So much hurt,
it’s hard to handle.
My love fades
like a burning candle.
I’m a different person
than I used to be
Pain is powerful,
it has completely changed me.