Filthy

Lost
Oh, where did you go Are you beneath the bed Or in the pillow Where are you strange fellow Lost to eternity How did you ever enter me
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
😍An ADD Mind😍
I pace, and I scurm. I can't get comfort because I am unsafe without you by my side. I can't sleep, my mind is a blaze. With all the secrets I can't erase.
By Emily Radford(Rising Phoenix)2 years ago in Poets
You-5
I just want to love you But you’re not here I don’t want to be above you Nor below I can see the hole in your soul Can you see mine
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Fire With The Wind. Content Warning.
The mystery of desire pulses deep within the caves of the womb and the journey of the tunnel. The darkness of the womb captures the heat and moisture of the tight and tender walls that hide the sensations pulsating within the clitoris to send peculiar waves of eroticism throughout the lips and feathering hairs of the vagina
By I AM2 years ago in Poets
Phenomena
Listen to the strange harmonica Of this world’s phenomena Feel the shattering feeling of unease As The Scattering tingles all around you
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Black Box
No one listens They just talk That’s why I like my black box They only listen for something to use To abuse you with That’s why I like my black box
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Nostradamus
Nostradamus is nauseating I wish I was just hating But the closest to this gnosis Is something between hypnosis and psychosis
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Intrusive Thoughts
Intrusive thoughts are usually quickly forgot Unless you’re me Then you write them down For all to see Let them bleed
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Crazy Hair
Miss crazy hair Why do you ask why I stare I’m always looking at the beauty Beneath that crazy hair Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Pretty Little Things
Pretty little things Soft like heather on wings Shifting ever so slightly Hips sashay in the wind Begging you to come in
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A Novel Poem
How absurd What a novel idea To think that your idea can’t be both What poetic injustice To think we can’t do both What kind of host
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
We come one. Content Warning.
my hand your neck my head your hand my neck your lips my mouth your breath my lips your neck my breath your kiss
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets