I’m attracted to skin .
You heard that correctly ,
Human contact
Is my fantasise.
To feel the warmth of your body
Upon me
Sends electricity threw me .
To run my fingers down every inch of you
Excites me .
To explore every grove and corner
Of your body
With mine
Thrills me .
To watch you wither under me
Is my only desire .
I promise I’ll be gentle .
All you got to do
Is be bare.
I’ll waken
Senses you never
Knew where there .
Don’t tempt me .
I swear .
@trueemotions91
Round and juicy ,
I’ll eat you to the core,
Then I’ll throw you to the floor.
Making me dribble,
Dirty whore,
Want me to lick
The sweetness from the middle,
As it trickles down my throat
Makes me gag
Just a little .
That dirty apple .
@trueemotions91
Hey little lady,
Sitting across the bar from me,
With her pretty red hair ,
green glazed eyes
Looking everywhere
But ignoring my stare .
I just want show you how
Your life could be fair.
With a pretty little thing
Like you , I wouldn’t dare ,
I’d give you all the dreams in life,
If you just promise to be my wife ,
I love the way you hold your stare ,
When you no I’m all yours.
I just want show you happiness baby ,
So don’t be scared ,
Promise you my touch ,
Is soft ,
Coz a pretty lady like you
Belongs at the top,
So don’t be alarmed when I pull you closer,
I just wanna smell you a little bit better,
I wanna wrap your hair around my fingers,
And show you how much I really care .
@trueemotions91
A beauty only I can see
Because I hold the key
To my own twisted art
That’s locked inside of me
It’s not my eyes who make me unique
Or the fact I have 2 ears and a nose
It’s the fact I can control
My life long goals
ain’t no one stopping that
You can put a end to my legs
Or maybe even my sense
But my mind won’t let you
Mess up that
It’s not visible to see
For a reason
It tells me daily
Scary .
@trueemotions91
Why did you leave me on the cross roads,
Cold and alone,
With a thousand thoughts creating a storm.
You left me in the darkest skies,
my coldest hour ,
Did it make you feel better ?
To know I was breaking,
Under your footstep .
Pressure after pressure,
As you watched me shatter
But it didn’t matter.
If you were true , You thought you could piece
Me back together
With glue .
But never the same
And now your ashamed
Because the damaged you caused
Is clear .
Did you ever think
The power a child can bring to a man ?
I will admit
It’s about the sex .
But maybe we look past
How a man is made ,
His primarl instinct
To make love to woman
And watch his seed grow
Into something remarkable .
Into a soul
He connected to on a another level
Maybe it’s empowering for him
to watch
Her belly grow
Knowing it’s his well being
Made by his flow.
To allow him
To reinpreganate another soul
To find it attractive
Knowing he holds half the key
For another life
I wonder so .
@trueemotions91
5 boys who are running around,
doing what these boys do.
Power rangers.
Fighting & cars
Bruises from bangs
cuts from falls.
Feet stomping from your moods.
Screaming
All in a hurry.
Baby dolls. Kissses. Cuddles. Helping. Tears.
All the things above are nothing bad.
As they are what are perparing you to be a perfect man.
Your learn to control them paddys and in return control anger.
The tears you cry now will show you that being a man also means you need emotion because you are just another
human .
The bruises and bangs just make you that little bit tougher.
The dolls you play with now will help you as you to one day become a father.
The kisses and cuddles will show you that's all your family will need one day to feel protected just like you do now.
But for now I'm sit back watching you grow with tears, laughter and sometimes a bit of frustration - but mummy knows all the bad and all the good is going make you the perfect man for your future .
@trueemotions91
Fucked up words ,
Pulling at the trigger ,
Itching on my brain with this crazy fucker .
My plans in Mars
But yet your only reaching for the stars.
Do make me laugh ,
You look like a giraffe ,
Reaching for the highest branch
Without no arms .
Ground zero.
I hear you call.
The monkeys laugh
With a twisted squeal.
A monkey you know
That’s how low
Your brain has blown
What happened up there ,
Did the air
Lose all control
And now your left floating
Just full of holes,
Please show me your goals
I’m a bit confused
how your still so low
Not knowing which way to go
When I watched you climb
That big fuck off
Hill
@trueemotions91
A joker ,
Hidden from me
Are you really surprised
I can see through the pain,
Painted on smile
In red lines .
Aint hard to see in
Between .
Painted white for the world
To see
But
Under the light ,
Your just another
Delusion of the night,
You think your words can itch me,
I have clowns in my dreams
Somewhere you could never reach ,
Think your nightmares
Can stench me from
My haven ,
Only witches have that cauldron
When they cackle up the night sky,
The birds want to come play ,
Because you will always hide
When the disguise
Falls behind the blind.
@trueemotions91
Fondling ,
In between the leaves,
Of a crispy bed of seaweed.
Slithering down my body
To find thier new home
deep in between my legs,
Where the spiders wait
Late at night
Stalking thier next victim ,
The mouse use me for warmth,
Scared of the night time dawn.
the owl holds all
Of my darkest secrets,
The stars have witnessed
My deepest desire ,
She feels me
When I whisper ,
Her leaves curl
Into a twisted picture .
Their all use me for
shelter.
@trueemotions91
When I was young
I thought I was strong
Thought life was just a laugh.
Till the voice in my head ,
Kept screaming for a chance .
Showing me things
My own eyes
Could never believe .
I ignored the noise
A racket in my brain
Used to tell the fucker
To just go away,
Always screaming at me
A fight against the other.
always in the inside
No one else can hear my brain
It sent me crazy
Used to screw
Wanted it to just escape
But it wanted to stick like glue .
Who was this screaming inside of me
I used to ask the fucker
But it would never accept the anwser .
I learnt to listen
And accept it
that’s when my words started flowing
It started screaming a little less louder
Then I realised it was me against my self
The devil and angel balancing me out
Till I accepted
That’s what my life was about
To find peace with my other self .
@trueemotions91
A flower so sweet and pure
Always staring at me
Through a open door
I wonder what
She is asking me for
Always waving hello.
I wonder if she knows
How much I adore her
And how much she makes
My skin crawl
She is amazing
Beautiful
I cant resist
To pull her from the ground
Just to give her one
Sweet kiss.
@trueemotions91
Pretty lady
Looking at me,
Why do you bring
Me to my knees,
In all the humans
Upon the world,
Your the one
I kneel to.
Not because your eyes
Enchant me
Or the whisper of your voice
Excites me,
It’s a belonging I can’t explain
just a human brain .
@trueemotions91
Freedom
I hear them call
But thier ain’t ready for that door.
Freedom
Yet there still roar
Do thier know
What their are asking for?
Freedom to what
I stand and adore.
Freedom to withdraw ?
Your to in line
To know freedom
Is in the mind
Once you explore
And unwind
Then you may know
How freedom works
Because it’s
inside that cage
You locked so tight .
@trueemotions91
Lost in a world of emotions
Covid on my mind
Not a worry for the blind.
It’s not the strain of my eyes
from watching the tv
Or holding my phone all day
It’s the battle going on in my brain .
A pain I feel through shut eyes
The light don’t bother me no more
Used to the dark and the man made lights
With a flip of the switch .
It Seems day and night no longer disgunish
The hurt no longer exists
But neither does my happiness .
Lost in my own mind
But just a empty space .
Dying to breathe in the fresh air
To revitalise my brain .
Lost words that make no sense
Emotions I can’t figure out .
The world has gone crazy
And my brain is on the fall out .
How can my brain survive this pandemic with nothing to do , no air to breathe , no sun to see,
Just me .
@trueemotions91
Life one look one love , one heart one soul, one shot at this game .
Play wisely like a fool watch for the stars and fill the space .
Don’t let the clouds move that amstophre push them thoughts through quicker then a river.
Watch how it moves, watch how it trembles . It bears a lot of Weight but yet - never do it buckle .
To love, to loss ,to lose , to gain, to win , to climb.
To fly like a bird with the wind gliding your path.
You flip I flop .
You fall I climb .
@trueemotions91
A brain is a weapon , mass destruction , out of any league of your imagination .
You think fire burns ever had your head like it’s going explode, a build up of pressure , you can’t control , the motherfucker just squeezes even harder.
Till you can’t take it no more .
That’s a war .
A war on the inside only you can defeat.
A war with yourself.
No one else can see .
Now if these thoughts automatically went what would that brain have left to wonder.
Is this the issue why we all at war with each other .
our brains are on a constant over drive.
Fighting with our own imagination .
Why does our brain work this way .
Try so hard to turn the fucker off but hey ho it just feels a empty hole .
What’s the point the ability .
If only we can feel the pain .
It is self destruction and every single one of us do it.
But why ?!
Why do we cause ourselfs so much hurt, crying , pain .
Why can’t we allow ourselfs to live in harmony.
Something crazy going on
I’m sure we weren’t created for our brains to self destruct from the inside out.
That’s what we are doing !
Scary crazy shit happening up here , only god must stare .
Self destruct on every brain.
Hell no !
Its not the norm .
I’m sure
but how to defeat it
Is a whole other board game .
@trueemotions91
LIFE
Life is nothing but a mere illusion. A hallucination in which that you breathe. A mirage that blinds you from the crude reality that threatens to smother you whole.
It has the power to take several bites out of your already-bitter soul and spit them right back out, leaving it beyond recognisable, as if it had left a nasty taste in its over-sensitive maw.
Life can be warm and bright, but is covered up by the several worthless lies that lure you into the swirling depths down the darkest crossroads of your sanity, the most ruthless torturer.
It has the power to bleed you dry, to force out the warm red liquid fire that resides within your arteries and veins, fresh as it blossoms scarlet against your droplet-splattered skin.
However, in great contrast, despite that all, deep down, it has the kindest heart.
BEE KINGSLEY
GIRL
When I was sixteen, studying for an exam in the school library, I met a girl.
Not any old girl.
It was obvious that she wanted to be a man but it was obvious that she was not quite ready to admit it and she clung to her female pronouns the same way a fictional knight clung to his pig-iron shield against the fiery breath of a dragon.
This was a girl who had seen life in ways, with certain hardships, I could never imagine.
A girl with brown mousy hair that was hastily chopped to her chin and above her pastily white bare shoulders as if she had cut it with a pair of garden shears, dark eyes reminded me of the mud that dripped off the bumper of the right side of my mum's car from when she drove through the murky countryside visit to my grandma's house, wrinkled lips that were pulled so far back by her tight skin that I could see where her cheekbones arched and how much her sallow cheeks had been sucked in as if there was a vacuum residing under her skin.
I had never met anyone quite like her before.
There was a dwindling fire in her brown eyes, lined by sore red scratches where it was obvious she had itched away the hay fever that made her heavily pierced nose sweat and run with snot.
I was tired that day. I knew that I wouldn't be able to sit through the exam without my head drooping towards the table like a weeping willow and my eyes dying to slip shut.
She could tell that I was struggling, so she grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me awake.
Mind, I'm perfectly sure she was sober.
I was worried that I was going to fail the exam and that my mother would punish me if I didn't do well. This girl wasn't buying an ounce of my unnecessary panic.
She looked deep into my soul and whispered, slurring her words like a drunk man, "There's no room in life for other people's bullshit."
Such crude words of wisdom from such a wise young person.
After all, it was those very same crude words that changed my life and gave me the courage to take the reins of my own life.
Girl, if you’re out there, and you recognise yourself within my words, thanks for being a tough bitch and giving me the harsh truth.
BEE KINGSLEY
LIPS
I could kiss your lips all day, if you let me.
I don't know how you do it. How is it that your lips are the last things that I dream of before I drift off to sleep?
I want no place in heaven if you were my greatest sin. Because the way your lips are flawlessly pressed against my neck, oh my goodness, even just thinking about it, it's a type of paradise I'll never be able to forget. Amazingly, you chose to kiss, over my pulse, over my flushed skin, rather than tearing my throat out with your pristine white teeth and leaving me for dead.
Numerous could claim your kiss is one of the devil, because how is it you have the lips of a sinner but the heart of an angelic saint?
My jaw just so happens to be the perfect shape for your hands when you cup it when you kiss me. I love the taste of your flavoured lip balm and the way your lips effortlessly fit over mine. Your nose occasionally bumps against the skeleton of my glasses and you chuckle when you knock them askew. Your tongue has taken me to places in my mind I have not yet had an opportunity to explore.
Your lips are all I can ponder. They are driving me insane. What spell have you put me under? My love, I demand to know.
BEE KINGSLEY
the pain wasn't worth it .
messed up.again .
hope. Hope is the most agonizing feeling i've ever felt.