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goldenmyst
Poem Published
24th Jul 2019 2:04am
24th Jul 2019 2:04am
Jane's River Swim Foiled
Jane's River Swim Foiled
She wears her best wedding gown. It feels right for her to celebrate the happiest moment in her life on the eve of our anniversary. I comb her hair not knowing her true intentions.
I serve the dish she so loves, okra, tomatoes, and brown rice. She takes her time eating to savor every bite. I wonder how we will spend the rest of our special night. We finish our dinner together.
“Take me for a ride, John. I want to see the river by Audubon Park” she tells me. We drive to the Mississippi River. “John, wait here and let me go ahead. I...
She wears her best wedding gown. It feels right for her to celebrate the happiest moment in her life on the eve of our anniversary. I comb her hair not knowing her true intentions.
I serve the dish she so loves, okra, tomatoes, and brown rice. She takes her time eating to savor every bite. I wonder how we will spend the rest of our special night. We finish our dinner together.
“Take me for a ride, John. I want to see the river by Audubon Park” she tells me. We drive to the Mississippi River. “John, wait here and let me go ahead. I...
#love
#marriage
#sex
#erotic
#suicide
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
24th Jul 2019 2:04am
24th Jul 2019 2:04am
Jane's River Swim Foiled
Jane's River Swim Foiled
She wears her best wedding gown. It feels right for her to celebrate the happiest moment in her life on the eve of our anniversary. I comb her hair not knowing her true intentions.
I serve the dish she so loves, okra, tomatoes, and brown rice. She takes her time eating to savor every bite. I wonder how we will spend the rest of our special night. We finish our dinner together.
“Take me for a ride, John. I want to see the river by Audubon Park” she tells me. We drive to the Mississippi River. “John, wait here and let me go ahead. I...
She wears her best wedding gown. It feels right for her to celebrate the happiest moment in her life on the eve of our anniversary. I comb her hair not knowing her true intentions.
I serve the dish she so loves, okra, tomatoes, and brown rice. She takes her time eating to savor every bite. I wonder how we will spend the rest of our special night. We finish our dinner together.
“Take me for a ride, John. I want to see the river by Audubon Park” she tells me. We drive to the Mississippi River. “John, wait here and let me go ahead. I...
#love
#marriage
#sex
#erotic
#suicide
567 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
24th Jul 2019 2:04am
24th Jul 2019 2:04am
Jane's River Swim Foiled
Jane's River Swim Foiled
She wears her best wedding gown. It feels right for her to celebrate the happiest moment in her life on the eve of our anniversary. I comb her hair not knowing her true intentions.
I serve the dish she so loves, okra, tomatoes, and brown rice. She takes her time eating to savor every bite. I wonder how we will spend the rest of our special night. We finish our dinner together.
“Take me for a ride, John. I want to see the river by Audubon Park” she tells me. We drive to the Mississippi River. “John, wait here and let me go ahead. I...
She wears her best wedding gown. It feels right for her to celebrate the happiest moment in her life on the eve of our anniversary. I comb her hair not knowing her true intentions.
I serve the dish she so loves, okra, tomatoes, and brown rice. She takes her time eating to savor every bite. I wonder how we will spend the rest of our special night. We finish our dinner together.
“Take me for a ride, John. I want to see the river by Audubon Park” she tells me. We drive to the Mississippi River. “John, wait here and let me go ahead. I...
#love
#marriage
#sex
#erotic
#suicide
567 reads
2 Comments
Her
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 11:41am
6th Nov 2024 11:41am
My Thought for Today: Silence Kills
Most often, suffering happens behind closed doors. Whatever the reason, be it depression, anxiety, abuse, neglect, loneliness, shame, serious mental Illness, addiction or addictive behavior, anything that causes a person to suffer is usually difficult for someone to talk about, so reaching out can sometimes feel near impossible. As the suffering builds, the harder it seems to ask for help and can it can become a continuous loop of anguish. The perfect recipe for that one thought to creep in and grab hold. And when that happens the people in your life may not recognize the warning signs. ...
#CallToAction
#LifeChangingMoment
#suicide
150 reads
14 Comments
Her
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 11:41am
6th Nov 2024 11:41am
My Thought for Today: Silence Kills
Most often, suffering happens behind closed doors. Whatever the reason, be it depression, anxiety, abuse, neglect, loneliness, shame, serious mental Illness, addiction or addictive behavior, anything that causes a person to suffer is usually difficult for someone to talk about, so reaching out can sometimes feel near impossible. As the suffering builds, the harder it seems to ask for help and can it can become a continuous loop of anguish. The perfect recipe for that one thought to creep in and grab hold. And when that happens the people in your life may not recognize the warning signs. ...
#CallToAction
#LifeChangingMoment
#suicide
150 reads
14 Comments
Her
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 11:41am
6th Nov 2024 11:41am
My Thought for Today: Silence Kills
Most often, suffering happens behind closed doors. Whatever the reason, be it depression, anxiety, abuse, neglect, loneliness, shame, serious mental Illness, addiction or addictive behavior, anything that causes a person to suffer is usually difficult for someone to talk about, so reaching out can sometimes feel near impossible. As the suffering builds, the harder it seems to ask for help and can it can become a continuous loop of anguish. The perfect recipe for that one thought to creep in and grab hold. And when that happens the people in your life may not recognize the warning signs. ...
#CallToAction
#LifeChangingMoment
#suicide
150 reads
14 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
28th Oct 2021 12:34pm
28th Oct 2021 12:34pm
Taking All of Her
It wasn’t enough to touch her hand
Though at the time it was a blessing
It wasn’t enough to kiss her lips
So much more for his possessing
He would take all there was of her
Though quietly and over time
Piercing every part of her
Each touch became a crime
When at last he finished her
She had nothing left to give
She pressed a barrel against her tongue
On the night she ceased
Though at the time it was a blessing
It wasn’t enough to kiss her lips
So much more for his possessing
He would take all there was of her
Though quietly and over time
Piercing every part of her
Each touch became a crime
When at last he finished her
She had nothing left to give
She pressed a barrel against her tongue
On the night she ceased
#lust
#death
#suicide #greed
#suicide #greed
636 reads
8 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
28th Oct 2021 12:34pm
28th Oct 2021 12:34pm
Taking All of Her
It wasn’t enough to touch her hand
Though at the time it was a blessing
It wasn’t enough to kiss her lips
So much more for his possessing
He would take all there was of her
Though quietly and over time
Piercing every part of her
Each touch became a crime
When at last he finished her
She had nothing left to give
She pressed a barrel against her tongue
On the night she ceased
Though at the time it was a blessing
It wasn’t enough to kiss her lips
So much more for his possessing
He would take all there was of her
Though quietly and over time
Piercing every part of her
Each touch became a crime
When at last he finished her
She had nothing left to give
She pressed a barrel against her tongue
On the night she ceased
#lust
#death
#suicide #greed
#suicide #greed
636 reads
8 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
28th Oct 2021 12:34pm
28th Oct 2021 12:34pm
Taking All of Her
It wasn’t enough to touch her hand
Though at the time it was a blessing
It wasn’t enough to kiss her lips
So much more for his possessing
He would take all there was of her
Though quietly and over time
Piercing every part of her
Each touch became a crime
When at last he finished her
She had nothing left to give
She pressed a barrel against her tongue
On the night she ceased
Though at the time it was a blessing
It wasn’t enough to kiss her lips
So much more for his possessing
He would take all there was of her
Though quietly and over time
Piercing every part of her
Each touch became a crime
When at last he finished her
She had nothing left to give
She pressed a barrel against her tongue
On the night she ceased
#lust
#death
#suicide #greed
#suicide #greed
636 reads
8 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
28th Oct 2021 12:34pm
28th Oct 2021 12:34pm
Taking All of Her
It wasn’t enough to touch her hand
Though at the time it was a blessing
It wasn’t enough to kiss her lips
So much more for his possessing
He would take all there was of her
Though quietly and over time
Piercing every part of her
Each touch became a crime
When at last he finished her
She had nothing left to give
She pressed a barrel against her tongue
On the night she ceased
Though at the time it was a blessing
It wasn’t enough to kiss her lips
So much more for his possessing
He would take all there was of her
Though quietly and over time
Piercing every part of her
Each touch became a crime
When at last he finished her
She had nothing left to give
She pressed a barrel against her tongue
On the night she ceased
#lust
#death
#suicide #greed
#suicide #greed
636 reads
8 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
15th Jan 2024 4:53pm
15th Jan 2024 4:53pm
Death of a Friend
She was often sad but always a loyal friend to me. Many brought her smiles of acceptance and love only to be turned away in the end.
She fell into a world of pleasures and offered herself to many; offers that weren’t refused. The weight of her sadness overshadowed moments of joy.
As days passed, her laughter grew quieter, and her eyes fainter. In the end, she took control of her life by ending it and the world continued to turn.
I remember the smell and taste of her.
I miss my friend.
She still lives in my memory.
She fell into a world of pleasures and offered herself to many; offers that weren’t refused. The weight of her sadness overshadowed moments of joy.
As days passed, her laughter grew quieter, and her eyes fainter. In the end, she took control of her life by ending it and the world continued to turn.
I remember the smell and taste of her.
I miss my friend.
She still lives in my memory.
#friendship
#suicide
#bisexual
382 reads
7 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
15th Jan 2024 4:53pm
15th Jan 2024 4:53pm
Death of a Friend
She was often sad but always a loyal friend to me. Many brought her smiles of acceptance and love only to be turned away in the end.
She fell into a world of pleasures and offered herself to many; offers that weren’t refused. The weight of her sadness overshadowed moments of joy.
As days passed, her laughter grew quieter, and her eyes fainter. In the end, she took control of her life by ending it and the world continued to turn.
I remember the smell and taste of her.
I miss my friend.
She still lives in my memory.
She fell into a world of pleasures and offered herself to many; offers that weren’t refused. The weight of her sadness overshadowed moments of joy.
As days passed, her laughter grew quieter, and her eyes fainter. In the end, she took control of her life by ending it and the world continued to turn.
I remember the smell and taste of her.
I miss my friend.
She still lives in my memory.
#friendship
#suicide
#bisexual
382 reads
7 Comments
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