I have always loved to write, poetry and stories. Sometimes I find the creative juices don't want to flow, and it can take literal weeks before I find the intuitive spark again. Usually, my poetry comes from my depressed, heartbroken side; I am making a focused attempt to write of and enjoy the lighter side of love and life. Before I stumbled across the site one drunken night, I wrote mostly of adventures, romance, and mythology. Then, I somehow hammered out 'Sweet Marianna,' received warm feedback, and decide to stay around. I love body art, owning nine tattoos myself. I'm looking to get more eventually, but bouncing around jobs make it tough. I love ink on women, it's usually so strikingly beautiful.
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I wrestle once a year in a pro-style ring at an animation and videogaming convention here in Ohio that a buddy runs lol.
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18, spent a few weeks on the streets, then moved in with a friend. Didn't have my "own" place until 22. Do you believe that life serves some greater purpose?
Ugly Baby - Stephen Lynch
A fellow poet
Immaculate beauty, she stands before me. Her devilish smile strikingly contradicts the angelic, divine gorgeous skin it lies upon. Shining, almost emerald green eyes, which pierce through my turbulent heart, coaxing it calmly into utter tranquility. Entranced by her delightful design, lost in her elegant cheeks and graceful brow, every last inch of her enthralls me wholly. Wearing the...
Added 12 Jan 2013 | Category Love Poems
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When I think about you, I can feel my beating heart sway. These intense desires, birth jovial thoughts everyday. When you're in my arms, everything around us feels so right. Deeply lost within your eyes, wishing this moment could be every night. The Moon and Stars wane, in the beauty and grace of your smile. Clinched around my arm, you have wholly become my style. The intoxicating...
Added 06 Jan 2013 | Category Love Poems
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Well, I've been waiting so long. For someone just like you to come along. I've been through so much wrong, trying futilely to remain so strong. I've been through so much wrong, waiting for someone like you to come along. As the Darkness, it comes over me Swept away, where No-one can see Dwelt in here, for I cannot breathe So I strived, so hard to get out As the Darkness, it entangles me...
Added 11 Dec 2012 | Category Love Poems
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"She didn't make it on the team." "That's disappointing," a cold, stoic voice replied. "Now, please Barbara, go to the kitchen or something and send Ally this way when she returns home." "Will do, honey. I love you," she threw out on a hopeful whim to her long incumbent husband. "You too, Barbara," was his neutral response. She fought back allowing a crushed sigh to escape from...
Added 09 Nov 2012 | Category Incest
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I truly miss your touch. The way your fingers danced across my tingling body, and your teeth gently pressed upon my nipples. I long to feel the warmth from your beautiful form, as it so delicately embraced with mine. Your sweet, soft kisses blazing a trail of lust, meandering down my chest and toward my waist. I yearn to feel you again. The manner in which your silky smooth palms...
Added 02 Nov 2012 | Category Love Poems
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Her voice calls out to me, it reaches beyond the walls. Her love is a brilliant light, which hangs above the shade. Slowly, the shade leaves from view, the light she wields is too much. Her love is a garden, abundant and plentiful. Her love is a treasure, always too wonderful. Her voice sends a request to me, echoing throughout the halls. Her love, the brilliant light, it seems shall...
Added 13 Aug 2012 | Category Love Poems
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My name is Fiyero Andreyev. I was born and raised to the age of seventeen years, in St. Petersburg, Russia. I relocated to the promising soils of the American States with my then-fiancee, Natassia Kaczmarek in the search of a fortuitous career. After struggling through a couple of harsh years with little money and minimal food, I was blessed enough to procure employment from an eccentric...
Added 12 Aug 2012 | Category Incest
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