Sick mind. Letting my dark passenger run free. Kik: puddy1980
The darkness has returned. I thought I had rid myself of it. But here I sit. Empty. Black is clouding my mind. Thoughts I had buried deep. Returning to haunt me. Maybe I bring this shit on myself.
Three poems today, three as dark as my soul. By fuck certainly feels better to let my dark mind out to play for a while. Of course, as always, my poems are not based on anything, or anyone.
If you fell I would pick you up. If you were lost I would find you. If you were broken I would fix you. If you were penny-less I would give you my last. If you cried I would dry those tears.
Pain is my only friend. The only one who comes to see me. Sitting here forgotten. Like a discarded Kleenex. Nobody cares. Nobody worries. Heart shattered into a million pieces.
As I sit here. And carve in to my flesh. The pain takes me away. From the places I hate. The blood flowing from my cuts. Are rivers bold and untamed. The knife is my vessel. I ride it willing.
It's times like these that we find ourselves. It's times like these that make you want to stand up. It's times like these that you want to scream. It's times like these that I need you.
'Nothing suffocates you more the passing of everyday human events, Isolation is the oxygen mask your making your children breath into to survive.' The song blared out of the stereo at full blast.
To anyone that cares; I haven't forgotten about my story Untitled. Just my phone is still buggered, and don't take my iPad to work. Halfway through writing chapter four.
Could really do with some feedback on my untitled story. Especially from people who have read Stan. Thanks guys..
Nine AM. Nine AM, and already the sweat was running down Anderson's back. He loved his old Volvo, but by god he needed to get his A/C fixed.
Greg was sat at dirty bar, in a dirty part of town. He thought it very apt, as he was only after the most dirtiest of women.
"FREEZE FUCKER" Rachel Morris shouted as she jumped over the fence. Sadly, but not surprisingly it had the reverse effect. Instead of freezing, the suspect just kept running. Morris took off after...
Maybe it was the thrill of the wait. John had sat in the dark for well over an hour now. Waiting. Hidden from sight by the dark. He was waiting for her to return. It had been a long day.
Thinking about writing another story...but don't know if I should do another Horror/Thriller, or go lighter.....or even go darker......hmmmmm.....
Mon français c'est de la merde Mein Deutsch wird gefickt Mi español es una basura 私の日本語はただの不良である لغتي العربية هي ما حتى Mit danske ville ikke få mig høj Η ελληνική είναι μια no go για μένα Gaeilge.
sʇɐoƃ ʞɔns sı op ʎəɥʇ llɐ puɐ əɹəɥʇ əʌıl ʇ'uop əʍ ʎlpɐs ɹɐɟ ʎq ʎɐp ʇsəq ʞəəʍ əɥʇ ɟo puə əɥʇ ʇɐəɹƃ əɹɐ s'ʎɐpuoɯ uoısuəɯıp ɹəɥʇouɐ uı.
Maybe it's me. Maybe it's you. But something just doesn't feel right. Something seems to be missing. When once it was there. Emptiness is all I feel. A void where my heart should be.
Little tin snail That I will call home Just for a week Before I go insane Washing with the masses Peeing in a public loo Almost like 1984...
Can you name the artist, track and album from this. Prick your finger, it is done.
Is it wrong to have packed six pairs of pants, yet ten pieces of tech for a week away in a caravan??. Hmmmmm......
Poke or be poked Like or be liked Post something interesting Post something stupid Grow your own farm Or fight vampires 950 million friends All faceless Never met in person Just over the cyber...
Now. If I had a superpower...I would be invisible. Why. Well because I'm a pervert. What would your super power be. Write the answer in a comment, or tag me in a post.
@seamonster sorry to bother you, but I have noticed something...alittle strange. Now Opuss is a 30MB download, yet in my iCloud backup it's taking up 482MB...what exactly is it backing up.
I fear the rain For it reminds me of you My heart feels torn And I don't know what to do Although you are close You feel a million miles away I just can't express it With these words that I say I...
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The food in my belly It hasn't satisfied me My body aching Longing almost For your touch The feel of your skin on mine The heat from your crotch The coolness of your breath That is what I need That...
Dunno if you guys know, but there is an update for Opuss within the app store!.
T he day is just starting I ache all over R ough stubble on my chin E very one still asleep D am shame I am not.
Anyone published anything on Kindle. If so how does it work. Is it worth doing. Im not out to make a fortune but just curious. Was going to publish on iBooks but it's going to cost me a fortune.
I seem to have done it. Not consumed by it any more. It took awhile. A few weeks. Cold sweats. The shakes. Constant finger twitching. But now I am free. No slave to it.
Should I continue with 'Devil Inside' or start something new....what do you guys think...I'm clueless...and fucking hot. Sweat dripping down my forehead for gods sake!. Lol!!.
I have the best rank ever!!. 69 dude!!!!!!.
Blue sky. Pink skin. Bare flesh. Tense muscles. Licking one spot. Fingering another. Hardness. Moisture. Grass on knees. Cum on face. Swollen. Tingling. Fear of being caught.
Naughty Ass Uterus G spot Hips Tip Yelling Toes Index finger Moaning Ecstasy.
R eading in the sun E ver so warm L icking ice cream A nd sipping lemonade X x x x x x x xx x x.
To hot To hot to work To hot to rest To hot to eat To hot to drink To hot to walk To hot to sit To hot to fuck To hot to sleep To hot...at its nearly half past mid-night!.
The time for slumber is over. I have let my silence go on to long. Happy with my rank now. Time to get to work again tomorrow. Be it dark thoughts, or frisky thoughts.
Being alone does suck I guess I am out of luck Feeling frisky It's a little risky But all I need is a fuck.
N o more energy A nd so much to do P retty much fucked N ap would be so good E verything blurry E yes sore D rained E ars ringing D ead to the world N eed sleep O h so tired W anked I am.........
I don't know your name. But am sat opposite on the train. Reading your kindle. Looking like butter wouldn't melt. Long silky legs. Short skirt. Tight tshirt. You shift in the seat.
S ecret thoughts I cky mind C arve you up K ill till I'm blind.
B ed calling E asy choice D ream a dream T ime for sleep I am knackered M y head is drooping E very one say goodnight!. Night world, sleep tight.
I am slowly killing Facebook. By myself. One account at a time. Anyone on Google +. Their iOS app is beautiful and actually useful. Add me if you are guys.
There was an very old hag Who liked so much to tea bag Balls go in Life of sin Now everyone calls her slag #household.
I have a plan Not all can see But the excitement Makes me want to pee Have been planning For two days now I'm just hoping She says "Wow" So after tea I will tell Hopefully she won't Scream and...
Life isn't so bad. Yet you look terribly sad. You have no one else to blame. You tend to bring yourself shame. Like someone has placed a hex. All you can think of is sex.
Technology is a wonderful thing. Able to keep in touch with people miles away. See things that normally you would miss. Travel to places that you normally wouldn't stand a chance to travel too.
Before I can can get back to my best. There is one thing that I must do. I have to put and end to all this shit. Cut it away as if it was bonds. Therefore I must do what I always do.
D ying to hold you. E vermore so. A nd yet I can't. T o a better place you have gone. H ome to a better place. A place to be safe. N ever hurt again. D oor closed to me. G reetings withheld.
S lipping in and out L ying here E ver in your embrace E verything quiet P eace at last.
So now the time has come. For me to bare my soul. Lay it naked before you. For all the world to see. You have done this to me. Fucked me up. Toyed with my head. So this is my revenge on you.
You seem to know. All the right words to say. Make me feel human once more. As if I belong. But I know it is fake. That you don't mean the words you say. How could you. After all I don't deserve it.
Curled within my shell. Unable to move. The pain coursing through my head. Limbs unmoving. Thoughts coming. Treating me to memories. Of times when things seemed to work.
Tired. Shouldn't have stayed up late. Talking flirting watching tv etc. Now I'm playing the price. Sleep is trying to win through. Eye lids are heavy. Struggling to say awake.
Much can be said for a little sex Rough or gentle Anyway is great But more can be said about just a snuggle Lying on the sofa Stroking each other Maybe innocently Maybe naughty Having no sex Can be...
Money comes Money goes But I don't care As long as you remain the same Because that makes me rich.
You think you know someone. All sweet and innocent. Then she throws a complete 180. Dam girl. Your a kinky fucker!. But I love it. You knows who you are!!!.
Far be it from me to tell anyone what to think. I'm not like that. This is just an observation. But WTF is up with this 50 shades rubbish. I have scanned the book...unimpressed.
Should be asleep. Should be in bed. Can't rest. Too much in my head. Not my usual shit. About blood and gore. Something different. Almost àmore. Your a naughty girl. Who's always by my side.
Pain is what you asked for. Pain is what you'll get. In the bar you failed. To notice my sick mind ticking. Spank me you ask. I will oblige. You ass is now red raw.
18+. DON'T KNOW WHY I BOTHER. YOU WILL READ IT ANYWAY. The smell of your perfume. Driving me wild as you sit there. Sweet and innocent. But behind closed doors. You are far from innocent.
18+ ONLY. HEAVY SEXUAL REFERENCES. A LITTLE BAD LANGUAGE. NOT FOR LITTLE EYES. WRITTEN FOR @sjw and @naaviie. It all began. In the most innocent way. I was drinking coffee at the table.
200th post Suppose to be a landmark To mark with something epic... But it's not So I won't.
If I am wrong Then please except my sorry But I know I am right So that word will not pass my lips I am sure that the sight I lust Is right and true For you see I am a monster That can not be...
Hidden from view. Trousers around my shoes. Your ass against my waist. Fresh air passing over my skin. Thrusting into you. Your hands pushed into the grass. Watching you shudder.
I have been quiet over the past few days, or could be weeks, I forget. I haven't really written anything, liked anything or reported anything for two reasons.... 1. Had my hands full 2.
Toe sucking...not really arousing, but kinda erotic......
I love you. I have told you more times. Then I remember. Yet you shun me. Don't return my calls. My looks. My shouts. You just keep on walking. But I know you will be mine. So here I sit.
Dirty sex. Kinky sex. Playful sex. Outdoors sex. Safe sex. Hard sex. Rough sex. Finger sex. Mouth sex. Anal sex. Tongue sex. Car sex. Office sex. Bed sex. Threesome sex. Solo sex. Group sex.
I thought I knew you. All your curves and good looks. I knew you inside an out. But now I wake to find you changed. You have found yourself. A dirty new look. Looking far sexier the before.
Who would have thought. Today would be the last. No more will there be. Only whatever awaits. In a lonely afterlife. No more sky. No more earth. No more sea. No more anything. The clouds are grey.
As I look back. At what I have done. It becomes obvious to me. What I SHOULD have done. What I SHOULD have said. But as most men. I am weak. Hindsight is a beautiful gift.
The sight of our loving embrace. Stiffness and wetness. Naughtiness and nice. Made ever so more so. With the fact someone else. Is watching, joining in. Four arms and legs become six. Nipples hard.
One thought in my mind. Two tools by my side. Three chances I might give. Four times I have tried before. Five fingers make a fist. Six cuts will do it. Seven pints I will spill.
B eer is a fickle mistress E verything becomes clearer E verything becomes foggy R est is the only cure.
Millions of units. Connected by light and radio waves. Everything you could possibly think off. Just a mouse click or touch away. Pages and pages. To suit everyone. From social sites to kinky sites.
It's horribly quiet on here today...as if some sort of storm is on its way...and all this copyright shit...hmmmm...I understand where people are coming from...don't really want gits nicking my...
D own the hatch R ound on me U nder the table you will go N ot stopping unless to pee K nowing I'm dead when I get home....
Nevermind if @LivingDeadGirl was a fake etc etc, it sure makes for some excellent Opuss's from everyone else. Maybe she should come back every week as a source of inspiration.....JOKE.
You've stuck your knife in deep. Making sure you have twisted it. Opening my wound more. My blood spilled. For everyone to see. I caused you pain. It's only fair you return the favour.
2'000 friends on Facebook. 1'567 followers on Twitter. 1'067 pounds in the account. 900 pints ready for tonight. 767 the number on the plane. 641 fellow employee's at work. 500 pounds for a new iPad.
Blood pours down my fingers Reaching into your gut once more Pulling and tugging Your insides are a sweet treat I want them more Then I want life itself If only people could see How beautiful you are...
If I tell you to fuck off You do If I call you a bitch You think your a bitch If I say I don't like it We don't do it again If I say I can't You do it without question If I say I hate someone You...
I am a silent killer. You don't even know Im stalking you. Sitting, waiting. Waiting for a time. When I will spring forward and claim you as my prize. You will be mine. Of that I can be sure.
It's raining. Raining like you would never have seen. Seen nothing like it before. Before today. Today will be a good day. Day when it all comes to an end. End the tiredness and aching.
I missed you. I can't explain why. But every morning. I would cry. All alone I felt. Just longing for one word. All alone I felt. Just longing to be heard. I was cut off. But fuck you vodafone.
A veil of darkness fills my mind A red mist covers my eyes Blood begins to boil Limbs begin to shake Brain turning to murderous thoughts And all because YOU WON'T FUCKING LISTEN.
For no reason. I find myself bitter and twisted. I seem to be angry with the world. But most of all angry with myself. The feeling of wanting. To punch myself in the face. Seems to be overwhelming.
Pain coming from within. Rising from my gut. Feeling it swell inside me. Constant reminder. Why did I do that. I find myself wondering. Only to have silence as my answer. I don't know why.
Seems to me. As if the chance is gone. Past away quietly. Leaving no trace. Missed opportunity. Come and gone. Instead of grabbing it. Let it slip. Now all that remains. Is an empty feeling.
Brain dead. Can't think to write. Early mornings. Fuck, they bite. Tired throughout the day. Brain mush come night. Eyes slowly closing. Can't be bothered to fight. So climb the steps I do.
My blood splatter face looks down at the ground. How did we get to this point. A time when man turns on man. Where nothing but death will suffice. I fight for my country. To protect it from harm.
I know your there. I just don't know where you have been. Sneaking in my house. Dead of night. While I slept. You had your fun. What have you done. Why did you do it. Why pick on me.
No one gives a shit. About you no one does care. You are a bitch. And I don't care if your life is bare. Of emotion. Of friends. Of love. Of happiness. Of joy. Or anything else for that matter.
As I take my last breath. Upon this earth. I look to the heavens. And remember what I have done. Looking back fills me with dread. Memories of death and destruction. Not once did I stop to think.
As I lie here. Caressing you softly. I can't help but wonder what I did before you. You light up my face when darkness comes to me. You speak to me when no one else will.
This year Don't worry about expensive gifts Don't worry about a new iPod Or that Blu-Ray player Just tell your dad you love him Don't fight with your brother No whinging all day And let me sleep in...
As the virus takes hold. I feel my blood burn. Coursing through my veins. Anger starting to build. Fever breaking out. The wound on my arm. Alive and weeping. My limbs are on fire. Eyes blood shot.
This isn't Twitter. Keep your litter. This isn't Facebook. I don't give a fook. This isn't Bebo. That's for the ho. This isn't MySpace. Get off my case. So don't treat it like such.
Here I sit Thorny crown on my brow The coldness of the throne The emptiness of the hall Friendless Spouseless No love for me Only sticks and stones Thrown at me from all angles People...