unamaga: (tighten my bonds)
Even That

Sticky, oh,
Your fingers on my neck
Catching in every pore and staying
Staying

It’s more than I’m worth

Your breath is warm
Press it here and here and here
I want to keep you with me

Citrus and milk
Sour, so sour, and sweet like candy

I’ll taste you hours later
Light on my tongue
Even just a trace please

Smooth under my nails
I catch pieces of your careful skin

Take it, it’s yours
And mine, and mine
You’re mine
unamaga: (tighten my bonds)
I'm in a very write-y mood. Be prepared for lots of spamming today.


Little Bomb

You’re kind of like me, aren’t you?
You’re kind of fucked up, black and blue.
You kind of want me, don’t you, babe?

But I’ll end up in a body bag
‘Cause you’re the one with a knife in his pocket
‘Cause you’re the one who loves the taste of blood
And me? I kind of like living
My fucked up life

You’re sort of in the shadows, now.
You’re sort of afraid to step too close.
You sort of hate the truth, don’t you, honey?

But someone’s gotta tell you
‘Cause you’re the one with the sharp teeth
‘Cause you’re the one who likes it rough
And me? I sort of like living
My shadowy life

So jerk off hard,
Bite your own arm,
Think of my thighs
Wrapped around your waist.

Tick away, little bomb
‘Cause your fuse is too short
And it won’t give me anything
I haven’t already got
unamaga: (flames of rage)
In honor of The Revolution (which will be commencing shortly, really, we're serious this time...shut up), I give you a poem. How surprising. :D 



unamaga: (strawberry dreams)
I know I updated, like, a half an hour ago--but! I had a thought (scary as that is).

I love poetry and I have my favorite poets, but I haven't really branched out past the classic poetry writers like Emily Dickinson, Edgar Allen Poe, Robert Frost, etc.

So.

List me your favorite poems, right here in the comments, and tell me why you like them so much. That's right. GO NOW, DO EEET. :D
unamaga: (mightier than the sword)
Man, this thing has turned into a frickin' poetry journal or something, which is stupid since I have a community dedicated to writing--but, oh well.

unamaga: (summer blues)
Yet more poetry for you to "enjoy". Ha.  A bit more cheerful than the last few batches, though, which is nice.

Flying, G )
unamaga: (strawberry dreams)
Man, I just compiled all of the poetry I've written in the past few months--since about November. It's very strange to look back on the older ones and see how my style has changed.

Wow, surreal.

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