you’ll feel, out of touch, out of, chi. and you shouldn’t, have to beat up, that’s what’s left for it. you, matter.
I am loved, And therefore wanted.
I dream – have nightmares – about my exes. Ex-girlfriends. Women that I liked or loved the most. Or women that I should have had relationships with but didn’t. The women of these dreams, if they can be so called, were and are beautiful, both inside and out. Physically, mentally, personality-wise and spiritually. Though I’m … Continue reading My Nightmares Are Dreams of You
A dame to think aboutClaire
I'm wishing on a dream,For the, chance and memory,To commit to all my chances,Cleanse my memory off,My lusting tongue, That seeks the most,Creamiest of cracks,The hand that seeks to hold,The most sweet and caress,The most well chiselled bodies and,Put fingers into,Poster models,Smart headed buffoons,I'm dreaming my way to whatever I wishes.Should I,Let this bastard if … Continue reading SUGARLESS TEA, AND SUGAR
Hello you. And how are you? When we wrote this, a lot was going on yet it was nothing. It was a great time of corona, it was 420. It was now.
I am at my fav bar.
Then, this lady walks by,
I am looking on,
We eye each other. I am farther in,
At the smoking point.
I have a beer,
Drinking straight from the bottle,
Everyone else is drinking
Keg from a plastic cup.
You get into a bar, To look for yourself and, Sit yourself in a corner. The lady comes, With an old fashioned sweaty blue top, And a grey miniskirt, In an effort to look attractive, Yet, Her face looks like anything, You'd wanna wake up with. You ask for a jug of keg, And reach … Continue reading HOLLY
I ask'd you, What was wrong, You tell me, No-thing. Yet, When we went to bed, You tricked me into, Putting the lights off, To find you, Asleep on your back. You told me, To love you forever, Because you knew, I wouldn't ask you back. You knew, I would never, live, with myself … Continue reading Unopen Letters
Originally appeared as 'A Brief Essay on How to Be a Man: What Makes a Man a “Real Man”? By Andrew Ferebee' on https://www.knowledgeformen.com/ What makes a man a man? What does it mean to be a “real man”? What is a man (beyond the purely biological) in the first place? Hundreds of years … Continue reading What’s a Real Man? And Which One is.
It is hard living. It is hard being. You
Get carried away. You, get held,
You should not know,
I still choose other women over you.
I still, do not want to pick your call,
I still, never want, to meet you, yet.
It’s a truly sad affair,
To meet your love,
At the wrong time.
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
The look in her eyes,
is killing me.
I love it, When is just you and, me Smoking and, Ashing the finger, Gazing at each, Through cigarette smoke. Sharing, A moment. Sharing, A minute of, Incensed sexual tension. Beautiful silence. I find your hand, Besides mine, And I back away. I find, your face, and mine touching , I back … Continue reading Scented Candles
I passed him the coins Straight to his rhino skin rhino skin thick palm. He looked me, In the eye, lucky I had specs on, I saw it through a slit. He lets 'em jingle some more, 'Fore he spits out a bit of khat, Saddled in his mouth, 'Add more.' I say No. 'Add … Continue reading Civil Dissent
It was awkward the first time, I had her naked in an instant, Before, she hurriedly, Splashed her sheets around her, Pushed me away, And retreated, To one corner of the bed. I was naked. And confused. 'I love looking at you, You're beautiful,' She said. I blushed. Embarrassed. Why … Continue reading Jane the Artist
I see you, Sitting there ravishing me with your eyes. Smiling when away I'm looking, Pretending you don't see me. Are you texting anyone, Or reading anything, I wonder. I know well how to go about it, When you see a beautiful dame. I won't. Who, afterall says, It is only women, That reserve the … Continue reading Absinthe
how, our bodies dance to the rhythm, of our naked heatbeats, how, our parts fit into each other, lubricated sweat & semen, chained, by our tongues, teeth, sinking into each other, carpeting our nakedness. momentary madness, as, our souls, fuck, mingle, eat into each other, and become one. and become, divine. as we, become … Continue reading free