Poem/story When it turns into a daily routine

When it turns into a daily routine


Soul sucking arm churning

Free in that moment

why think about those next moments

Visual obsessions degrading boundaries

Loss of thinking, control and semen

Now you can’t stop the losses

Hungry habits wiring pathways

Its feeding in that moment

Your Labrador is massive

Growing stronger then ever expected

No it’s fine, I’ve trained him well

I care for him mostly once a day

Never realized the work required

To tame a beast inside this mind

Fatigue is dominant and passion voided

Now it’s over I am walking away


Barking concerns the beast speaks up

You’ve mastered your passions

And In control of those manly desires

I’m sorry you’re so tired it’s not my fault


Stop it now I’ve fed you all this time

Let you grow as big as you could

Chronic fatigue, you wear me thin

I’ve had enough of ignoring my soul

The toll it takes to keep you at bay

Is just a fraction of the price I’ve paid


Barking again you elevate and growl

You’ll not be okay you’ll regret this move

I’ll wither away and you’ll feel even worse

Your joy is mine and you’ll have much less

You see I keep you calm and wear you out

Find a way to please like I do

To tickle your mind and scratch the itch

You will combust in flames

With too much energy

You’ll pop and crack and lose control


Your words are threats empty and foul

Like our time we spent

I fed you and kept you all these years

Yes I will indeed combust in flames

Tons of energy I’ll learn and adapt

rise from the dust with splendor and must

I am a Phoenix not a Labrador


Forever barred you are my Labrador

Locked inside those neural pathways

In time you’ll wither and die

Fertilizing the synaptic connections

You’ll help them heal


Now you see, I want you to know and feel

I used you all along to get me along

I’ll never forget

Both the good and the bad

And how our relationship tipped to bad

It’s set in stone etched in blood


Here lies My Labrador

A best friend for years.


If I tell your story I promise it won’t be bad

Rest In Peace my friend it’s time for bed.

What will grow in time after you’re gone

Is what was meant to be all along

 

Thanks that means something to me , I write form the hip and never really proof read. I had ADD so bad in high school coupled with an intense fear of reading papers in class. I’m not even sure how I passed, maybe just a small town and I was a nice kid n

When I went to college for a year I had to take non credit English to get caught up. My passion is in the humanities (I think). Could be anything from religious studies, philosophy, English, literature.

I kinda believe my connection to porn is systemic to my father taking me under his wing as a machinist. I feel unfulfilled doing a job I have no natural connection to but am still pretty darn good at.

 

Cool, well we have that in common. I’m inspired to write when it flows, is why I hesitate to call my writings poetry.
Here’s my most recent to my ex.


You walked away and left my side
wondered why I didn’t beg or hide
I must’ve failed you as your pet
Falling short I hit your mark
The one you needed to call it quits
Unconditional love, well it’s hard to find


Toiling between your love and hate
Our true demise is now clear
Difficult times they played a part
Your heart grew colder
The bolder I sought help
Your desires to change me faded fast
And you really did fail the test
unconditional love well it’s hard to find


I tried to bide my time
Waiting to see a smile
The one I used to know from you
like lead my heart sank down
As you lost interest in the pet you chose
Well unconditional love it’s hard to find


Those days are over now
The love I felt in between your hate
Is all I care to think about
You’ve moved on now and I wish you well
I would’ve stayed your pet
You Bet I wouldn’t, and you lost that one
Because unconditional love is hard to find


I hope you toe the line enough
Between your laughter and rage
Your split personality
Isn’t just a Gemini thing my dear
Keep your demons in a cage
And bottle that rage
He’s probably not a pet like I was
Cause unconditional love is hard to find


I’ll not be your pet again, it’s too late
I became a man through you
My soul came alive from the pain inside
That lead you buried turned to gold
What a sight to behold that I didn’t fold
One day I’ll find it this I know
Patience is a virtue in unconditional love


Two souls in line with a higher power
Two souls on fire with passions and desire
Two souls who want to help one another
Two souls who want to die together
Well Unconditional love is hard to find