Suicidal Thoughts

I hate it

I hate every ounce of it

Yeah, everyone has their problems

But my life, it ain’t worth shit

I ask for one thing

True and pure happiness

But instead it feels like  that guy

In the movie: The Pursuit of Happyness

Already constantly feeling like crap

All I get is more misery

Every time my phone rings

Seems like bad stuff is happening deliberately

But I have a solution

A real quick fix to make it all stop

A knife across the throat

Or perhaps a gun to my temple, one quick pop

I don’t care anymore

I’m sure I’ll go straight to hell

For taking God’s greatest gift

And throwing it down that dark well

There are other ways you know

Like bottles of pills or trying to take flight

That last one seems very fitting

Since I’ve always been afraid of heights

I only hear from folks when they need something

They won’t miss my boring personality

It’ll be like nothing ever happened

Same old, just another statistic actually

Not a great swimmer

So maybe a drowning will get the job done

It’ll look like an accident

So my insurance money will still go to my son

All I ever wanted was one thing

And I’ve finally seemed to have found it

But I can’t have it everyday

So I think my life I will decisively quit

Those of you judging me

Claiming that I’m looking at an half empty cup

Have no idea what I’ve been through

So respectfully, you all can shut the Fuck up

Feeling helpless, feeling out of sorts

Thinking I should give this death thing a whirl

Can’t fix everyone’s problems

I really want to but I can’t save the entire world

So much on my shoulders

I’m so tired of carrying this burden alone

Feeling like even God doesn’t care

Wondering if He will ever answer the phone

There’s no relief in sight

People keep doing the opposite

They don’t listen to me, don’t get me

Being my friend should come with a prerequisite

Whatever any of you are saying

I could really care less

You’ll talk about me the most

After this bullet enters my chest

So I’m done talking, It’s time to sleep

But I promise you I won’t wake with the next dawn

I’m already constantly in the shadows

So you definitely won’t miss when I’m gone..

Spoken Truth

Drunk Texting

Some habits in Life can be tough to admit

Some shameful, some secretive, some brushed away with a gesture

But this one is really not, so I’ll stand and introduce myself

Hello, my name is Sean and I am a Drunk-Texter

More of a chronic disease really than an awkward habit

I don’t drink much but when I do I am guilty

Of pulling out my smartphone, turning it sideways

And drafting embarrassing text messages by the plenty

I don’t think they’re all bad, Personally

Some are to females I care of with feelings emphatic

My mood changes from sad to sweet

From down to upbeat, from mad to romantic

I turn into a true blue poet

Someone who carries his heart by his side

Who isn’t afraid to smile, a real change takes over

One that sees Dr. Jekyll without that Mr. Hyde

I can’t deny that some I have very much regret

Unlike any that I’ve written while sober

I pick a girl, grab my heart and begin to pour

So embarrassed after the fact, I wished I didn’t know her

One girl knew she was on my mind,

And that I cared deeply for another

The next heard I wanted to make her mine

But the last saw that I Loved her

I’m sure she knew that it wasn’t true

Probably saw me the same as other despicable men

Recklessly clicking away on the glass screen

Letting clouded emotions spill from my drunken digital pen

Every other day I keep my heart behind a heavy door

The Corona that passes over my lips seems to pick the lock

It opens the gate for many others to enter

Floats my emotions to the top and makes room for the Ciroq

I’m fortunate that in my liberated state of mind

I haven’t done anything to deserve a slap

Including licking beer off of a females chest

And resisting to give another’s ass a hard smack

I’ve been accused of drinking & texting quite often

But it’s a good thing that I never do it alone

Some people make sure their boy takes their keys

True story, I ask mine to always take my cell phone

Society looks down on this deed as being bad

I see this act of intoxication as an art however

Feelings that which are otherwise hard to admit

Fall from fingertips into messages that later will add to your terror

Usually the drunken truth is spoken

And this is because of alcohol, the liquid bravery

So sometimes you should pay attention to those texts

Because they may hold importance, some kind of intimate savory

If those Vodka & Cranberry thoughts weren’t real

Then why on Earth would they ever be said

They had to emerge from somewhere, someplace

They were just tired and Jack Daniels helped get them outta Bed

Drunk people only say what everyone is thinking

Things outrageous like who the hell lives in Kansas?

Or unspeakable acts they would do to that girl

Yes, I am a drunken artist and this keyboard is my only Canvas

My only wish is that when you read you do not judge

I do not deny that for texting under the influence, I am notorious

Someone should be there to stop me with a sobriety test

I’d fail every time but my words would be beautiful and quite luxurious

I know its something that I need to stop

But no matter what I write, I always feel like Im winning

Usually afraid to speak, I am each time the quiet one

But this Long Island Iced Tea always seem to give me an opinion

Either way, drunk or sober

I see the situation and feel like I cannot goof

I mean what I say and I say what I feel

What I feel is not always cuz of Absolut, but it’s always the absolute truth

"Sex $#!t"

More than just sex, I wanna give you my excess

This and that, Everything left over from past Ex’s

Things taken way back from unsent text’s

I hope to see a shooting star and make you my next wish

So much trust, I feel safe to enter unprotected

Remove our clothes and throw away the contraceptive

Before I proceed I must stop to give you a wet kiss

Down below, more than a meal, girl You’re the best dish

Your body squirming, my tongue got you grabbing your necklace

Made a move with my finger and your legs almost broke my neck disk

I signed my name right there cuz this ain’t no guest list

I should be the only one down here cuz they ain’t no guest lips

I come up for air like I’ve been under the deck ship

I pull out the sledgehammer because I’m about to wreck this

You grab my arm and I think maybe you don’t want to test this

But the provocative look in your eye says “Baby, come get this”

A low squeak escapes your lips and I find those wet hips

Because I want you to really feel it and they make the best grips

Every taste of your sweat makes me eager for the next sip

Your pelvic bone stinging against mine like a brand new latex whip

A long while later and I’m sure the neighbors heard the best of it

Tried some stuff that had you flopping around like a wet fish

We lie next to each other, bodies still pulsing, basking in our own sex mist

Nail marks in my back, teeth scars on my ear, I know you’ll never forget this

Please, Please, Please

                                                

Overwhelming emotional state

Feelings of a crush I can’t mistake

I can’t deny my lust for you

Or wishing I were deep inside of you

Just seeing you takes my breath away

Get’s me lightheaded and I start to sway

The rush of adrenaline spurts and sprays

Through my body like scorching flames

Everything about you intrigues me

Your smile and your bright white teeth

Long blonde hair blowing oh so carefree

And those legs

Attached to those gorgeous feet

And my favorite pumps make me so horny

If I had them all they’d definitely complete me

Your skin so soft… slightly warm to the touch

I constantly wonder if you want to fuck

I’d make you love me so much

You’d turn psycho which is just my luck

You’d have access to a hot guy

Cars, money… and a bit of the sweet life too

Just as long as I can keep fucking you

I’m glad I’m not a stalker or a thief

Cuz I would have already been in your house

And have a few pairs of your panties

But sometimes I think it could be easy for me

Stepping across the line and going crazy

Meeting you at a sultry hideaway

So we can fuck and fuck and fuck the night away

Bend you over my knee while I make you whisper

Please, please, please

Just keep fucking me

by Phillip Michael

"Hurricane Party"

Hurricane

Storm

Special state of mind

Feeling that way

Phone Call

Raining

Watch her Arrive

Wind whistling

Perfume

Hips

Breasts

Lips

Bedroom

Clothes

Off

Legs

Separate

Wet Inside

Wet Outside

Howling

Her Inside

Wind Outside

Finished

Water hitting the window

"Thank you” Kiss

"Goodbye" Glance

Clothes

Back on

Watch her Leave

Wet Walk of Shame

Ain’t nothing like a Hurricane Storm Party

by ML Kasper Kain