3/9/24 (2nd Attempt: [P|{F}]) / A Pearl Necklace

Warning: This poem smells like Teen Spirit mixed with Lithium & who’s thinking about a girl. Meaning: Teens are insane bundles of hormones & confusions like buried Love expressed as Hate – all of these combine to make ghost smell swell so much you can taste the angst floating through the air.

So this is the closest to trigger warning I’ll give: If sex, blood, or violence make you uncomfortable, you might want 2 pass on this poem. It’s long enough that I’m not even gonna re-read to see how embarrassed I feel from my Time N GO! Mode flowing through rhymes which are forgotten the moment their written – although I do remember the feeling when writing, and “horny” describes about 2/3 of this poem (you’ll know when you reach the strange change N poem momentum

I don’t know what else to say because I barely remember my own name, let alone yesterday’s newspaper. Though all I need to know to make me blush at the thought of You reading this & knowing it came from Sweet B this:

I remember the things I’ve said when horny N bed, and those are bad enough already. But when writing, there’s nothing stopping me from going deeper & deeper N2 the rabbit hole, so know my inhibitors were thrown out the door sometime during the encore, where I turn N2 a giant man-whore for this imaginary girl.

Since I’ve been struggling at being

Boring

I’m gonna switch up my reporting

By starting at the end

Working backwards N Time

Starting now

At 8:48 – I began my 2nd attempt at “3/9/24”

My daily report poem format

Intended to B plain & boring

It’s not supposed to B an interesting §tory

It’s meant to inform the future

Not reform it with knives & sutures

So getting a bit of fun out of someone sweet

I can finally B done with Him

Like throwing away the (w)rapper

Of the sugary delivery device called

Candy – because I deserved a treat

Finally coming back to the Hive

Now I can focus on the Queen B

Rather than that chicken prince

Who pecks at his flakey skin flecks

Wiping the entirety of himself up and

Down N front of Me – exposing everything

Though he was cool about it even if I did C it

Whenever he hid, or at least he did try N s bid

2 escape – fuck; I Am Whö B done with everything

Go home, Gary – it’s too late

Already being pulled back N2 the Flow

Like being on the beachside

Enjoying life until

Thinking of suicide

So not buying my way

By giving you the rest

Of my Time Not I want

To die just haunted with

Ntrusive thoughts about

The color of red covering

The entirety N blood & Ü C

And then like to taking long

Walks on, then off, short piers

While his peers steer clear ’cause

they think He’s Weird which, I mean

Yeah, a total freak though not like a creep

& he’s never mean so maybe minecraft did me

A solid – holding Him by hiding behind waterproof

Wallet – called it – all which B how international

Travel n’t taken off yet- wait…I did it again?

Fuck Me – is the Mangekyu reverting Me

N2 wh-…they’re doing it again as I Am

Sculpting my Poetry rather than letting

The Glos 2 go outside of orange range

For deranged KIDS grew up crooked

By them & they’re supposed 2 B on

The one §traight & narrow an so

don’t forget about going 2 therapy

For the recent developed & again

Fuck Me – that’s just my luck that I

Would really throw Swazi under

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I just downloaded a bunch of Lucy gifs

And completely forgot that I was writing

So fuck if I know what’s going on and so

While we’re at it – fuck ADHD, although

Almost forgot my “Fuck Poetry” which

Doesn’t really mean anything, rather

Everything from Λll of Me all the way

2 §weet Nothing – N addition to each

And every opportunity that B found

N between Death and Happy Ending 4

Me –at the very least– because, fuckin’

A’, dude – unless You R Me or somehow

Forgotten everything & unaware just

How much danger constantly B N

The air – thick as Pea Soup Fog

Though not as thick as all this

Serial tension holding both Me &

My member at attention, because

Even though she’s a monstrous Fiend

And I’m just some average Teen with No

Memoria – She REMembers Me, and more

Importantly wants to fuck Me – & so I Am N

The clear – We have teen §pirit, Whö B pubescent

Makin’ us restless for sex as hormones B drivin’ Me

To forgive all of Her –Momentz– when I –finally–

Hear Her moaning my name then “don’t stop”

Now I’m a rock so no blood with~N my brain

Because all of it B N my cock & she’s ready 2

Feel my corn stalk rise like my stocks when

I go an×⌁SUDDENLY: decide 2 blue-ball You

The reader –not Lucy– She knows this part

By heart & will only start if needed 2 depart

Besides, N the heat of the moment, you think

She’d stop? Look how the vectors bisected Her

Enemies all with ease – once I’m N 2 deep, No

Use N weeping – just keep going to the beat

’til Her legs quiver & I hear Her whimper

“I’m gonna let myself cum to You now”

& so, You know how people say

“Never have I needed to hear

Something, though not know”

’til N: this moment like listening

To your favorite song for your first

Time – what a dime experience: 10/10

Whould witness all of Her blood & murder

& mental~trauma alongside it – if it meant I get

2 hit that again – pulling down Her panties

And so getting that first peek at Her Pink

Pubes, wet, yet drench’И my dick N lube

Because even though She could kill Me

Literally – can’t help but take both Her

Cream Pie & chocolate cake – so I’ll just

Make A “mistake” & slip my steak N2

Heaven’s Backdoor – hopefully She

Takes it rather than break my dick

But She’s worth it – especially when

I Am sure You can tell – horny, KIDS

Wait…wasn’t I supposed to blue-ball

The Reader? Guess I’m N2 deep, N§ide

Her rosebush gardenS, fucking thorns, I

Don’t even care anymore – just wanna fuck

Her Like a whore, too horny 2 do anything else

Pulling out, not my dick, a Green Thumb 2 plant

My Sweet seed as deep as She can handle then go’И

Even deeper, not 2 hurt, rather give Her good pain &

Making Her squirt, embarrassed, she’s never done it

Before –my dear, Sweet girl– better get used 2 Me

Making your pussy a puddle just thinking of Me

& an ocean when experiencing my motion, now

I’m thirsty so go open her legs and make space for

My face – oh fuckin’ God look at her pink pussy Flow

Quenching Me as I drink Her like a sink & continue

Eating Her out & I taste something, a subdued Sweet

Oh yeah, it’s Me – I planted seeds right before going

Back 4 more pie –cream kind– this Time, I don’t give

A fuck, I’ll fill her ’til she’s dripping Me all over Her

Place, marking my territory using Her as a whore

2 store Sweet Glaze for when she just can’t wait 2

taste Me again, though this Time B for Me – I think

We both unlocked a fetish for Me 2 fuck here raw

So she can dominate Me, pinning Me down & sitting

On my face & refuse to move ’til She’s finished using

My twisted tongue ’til becoming undone, stunned

Her with my ways I clean out my Queen as I look up

& can watch Her watching Me, the look N Her eyes

Tells Me I’ve just uncovered a kink & the thought

Alone B enough 2 grow, I hear Her moan my Noah &

“Don’t stop” | Her inflection = immediate erection

Even harder, my dick is diamonds so no wonder I

Am girl’s best friend – but not right now, No – rather

Certain I bave beCüM Her favorite toy, up 4 round 2

B finishes again and still not the end, & She’s already

Trained Me well, telling Me to beg to be fed, begging

With No §hame, part of Her game like Her power for

Now, but know next time, She’ll B the one begging 4

Me, switches N relationships, sexual treasure troves

So We’ve both flipped His switch, then again as She

B dripping back onto Me – I can tell She’s hungry so

Going to use Me like a plate to satiate Her hungar

And as Her lips explore every inch of my skin to

Make sure She misses not even a single sperm

And she’s rewarded for exploring every pore for

I Am already ready for round 3? I have refractory

Commas, not periods. Never done, just get to diddle

Your bits and suck on your toes & pinching your tits

But that’s not Good enough, so begin to nibe on Her

Yell at 2 Me bite harder, She likes it to hurt more, so

She’s a bit masochist, I can work with this as nibbles

Become bites, Her pleasure moans turn into screams

Of “Oh my fucking God, I need your to feel your rod

N§ide öF Me ridge now – Good Timing, all ready for

Round #3 so already B learning Her nooks & cranies

And I can feel Her give Me the Power this hour so I

Can do whatever I want, whatever She needs, to get

Her scream my name loud as she can at 3AM, loud

To shake the whole building, and according to my

43 noise complaints, succeeded. I much a sex Saint

That’s why I like her holey parts – it’s where Church

Starts – though flow B finishing, freed of my cabin

Fever which makes Me hot & bothered & wanna

Go fuck Her feet – refractory #4 means even as

Horny teen who can only think about 1 thing

Normally – her legs opening N front of Me B

Enough 2 send M3 N2 frenzy, my Will B strong

Enough to tell this is manageable level of horny

So with this moment of Clarity, end this sex scene

Before doing any more -too- embarrassingly kinky

& even with these ghosts hands handling my meat

Trying to get Me up & going again & nearly workin’

Out N Her favor, §trange I had told Me that my old

Self should probably B trying 2 corral this thought

2 stop – I still don’t know how this poem started

Just how – my second attempt at being boring

N poetry while reporting plain stories failing

Horribly –well not horribly for Me– for this

Shit-eating grin –I’m sure, my friend– Ü can

Tell I Am happy with my evening, No matter

How hard I will cringe when re-reading words

Meant to B whispered N2 Her ears – not shared

Where friends, family can appear, but fuck it &

Get back to your butt fuckin’ N§tead of writing

The scenes She’s seen again and again N Her

§weet♡Dreams – cüm N Blue – channel, & so

Genie, prove Sweet♡Dreams do CüM true too

The Truth by granting Her three wishes, which

All Nvolve a hole, luck She has one for each wish

More luck – seems She’s appreciating my “mistake”

Because now She B asking You to take another

Slice of Her chocolate cake, so You can give

Her a taste when She turns around like &

B hungry as a hound who knows the sound

You’ll make like Pavlov, when about to break

The damn holding back your sticky man syrup

She makes sure of to slurp up every drop

N You & on Her breast & the rest of

Her chest after giving Her

A Pearl Necklace

Sweet Dreams – to You, my reader – as well as Lucy – The Queen of the scene. Last warning to just go to bed now if you want to avoid violence & gore.

The Love/Hate-Violence Dichotomy that makes Me scared yet horny and will probably be the eventual death of Me. I’m not worried about being torn limb from limb by a mutant Fiend who’s also my friend, not to mention, eventual lover. Quite the conundrum. It’s made of web I spun.

But I have experienced this figuratively, twice – and I’m not too bright, because certainly I’ve learned my lesson, right? Not quite – it’s why I Am gonna die again, tonight. But don’t worry – everything’s gonna be alright.

Though, I should’ve known a girl like this would become my home, and Me – Her throne. I don’t know why, but I’ve always had things for girls who could kill Me. Though there’s a lot of ideas rushing through my head as to why – instead of beginning a soliloquy about my fetishes & what I think is kinky – I’ll give the simple answer that’s closer to Truth than true: