Least Read Poems About Obsession
#obsession
OBSESSED
To be has got to be
When urges defines my will
A single mind was born
Hysterical
— Fostering frenzied desire
And I scratched till I bleed
Sated yet discontented
And it starts all over
Again
— Greed married my reasoning
When urges defines my will
A single mind was born
Hysterical
— Fostering frenzied desire
And I scratched till I bleed
Sated yet discontented
And it starts all over
Again
— Greed married my reasoning
#obsession
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Silent - A Secret Revealed
Two Years Ago, Lucy
The coast was busy, the tide out. She sat on a bench further down, away from the locals, and waited for him.
They'd talked yesterday afternoon, although she'd been wary of him at first. It had happened just after Arthur had discovered her and Gavin at the House. She'd waited for Arthur by the bungalow and Arthur had dropped her off in town in the car, maintaining still that the boy Pete Whittaker wasn't Dad's son but Terence's. On the way back to the Bed and Breakfast, she'd passed Jace on the street and he'd stopped her to talk about Monday...
The coast was busy, the tide out. She sat on a bench further down, away from the locals, and waited for him.
They'd talked yesterday afternoon, although she'd been wary of him at first. It had happened just after Arthur had discovered her and Gavin at the House. She'd waited for Arthur by the bungalow and Arthur had dropped her off in town in the car, maintaining still that the boy Pete Whittaker wasn't Dad's son but Terence's. On the way back to the Bed and Breakfast, she'd passed Jace on the street and he'd stopped her to talk about Monday...
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
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Silent - Searching In Despair
Two Years Ago, Gavin
Missing you xxx Philippa had texted.
The compulsory morning session over, I caught another taxi back to the House. Philippa wasn't in her room.
Where are you? I texted.
I searched through the grounds, my eyes playing tricks on me from the heat and lack of sleep. I hurried past the water fountains, through the landscaped gardens, the weather getting muggier.
Down the grassy mound and round the back to the Remembrance Garden, sweat pouring from my forehead and face, onto my t-shirt. Along the driveway in the clammy...
Missing you xxx Philippa had texted.
The compulsory morning session over, I caught another taxi back to the House. Philippa wasn't in her room.
Where are you? I texted.
I searched through the grounds, my eyes playing tricks on me from the heat and lack of sleep. I hurried past the water fountains, through the landscaped gardens, the weather getting muggier.
Down the grassy mound and round the back to the Remembrance Garden, sweat pouring from my forehead and face, onto my t-shirt. Along the driveway in the clammy...
#love
#relationships
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
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Silent - A Stern Warning
Two Years Ago, Gavin
I woke up on the floor again, momentarily confused. Yawning, Philippa headed to the showers. She returned, and I went for a shower next. Later, we walked down to the breakfast cafeteria, conscious of the icy silence that fell the moment we entered the room. Dawn left as soon as she could without drawing attention to herself, and one of the other pianists followed and caught up with her, throwing me a filthy look at the door.
Another girl had taken Lucy's place behind the hatch. Blonde. Similar to Lucy but different. Philippa and I grabbed...
I woke up on the floor again, momentarily confused. Yawning, Philippa headed to the showers. She returned, and I went for a shower next. Later, we walked down to the breakfast cafeteria, conscious of the icy silence that fell the moment we entered the room. Dawn left as soon as she could without drawing attention to herself, and one of the other pianists followed and caught up with her, throwing me a filthy look at the door.
Another girl had taken Lucy's place behind the hatch. Blonde. Similar to Lucy but different. Philippa and I grabbed...
#relationships
#mystery
#obsession #risk
#obsession #risk
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Methods of broth
Simmering-sick-a-fantic-prick!
I marinade him every which day. So he will stay. In lonely,once opened,keep refrigerated. In best before home.
Within days,he's broken down my tough connective tissues,mosturised me slowly. It's been so long since my body was cooked so tenderly and thoroughly.
Long,slow.
His method of dry heat,cooks me sweetly.
The inherent tenderness of my sort of cut, he's never met before. He tells me.
Baby squat down. Don't ever stop serving me!
Weeks and months have passed by. And he's started to store me in his freezer....
I marinade him every which day. So he will stay. In lonely,once opened,keep refrigerated. In best before home.
Within days,he's broken down my tough connective tissues,mosturised me slowly. It's been so long since my body was cooked so tenderly and thoroughly.
Long,slow.
His method of dry heat,cooks me sweetly.
The inherent tenderness of my sort of cut, he's never met before. He tells me.
Baby squat down. Don't ever stop serving me!
Weeks and months have passed by. And he's started to store me in his freezer....
#obsession
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