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89 · Jan 2020
Lover
Cydney Something Jan 2020
Listen as she weeps
Deserved tears of the harlot
She sobs as though a child

The AUDACITY
Of pretending to be worth something
She is guilty
Of impersonating a lovable being

Reserve your pity
She deserves it not
For the things she has done with her hips
Could destroy the world

Not a holy book exists
Which does not warn of her:

...and with great pride and haughtiness did she walk, and tho the ground scorched, she wore no shoes. To the master of the house she said 'Take me to thine bed chamber, that I might rest from my travels.'
The master raised his whip to the woman.
'Get thee out, harlot!'
His guards seized her and threw her to the street beyond the city wall.


Spare her not a glance
Acknowledge not her tears
Rejoice in her glorious failures
'Til the day of freedom from her stench

And so, children!
Beware the harlot!
Follow not her path!
And ye shall be saved!
89 · Oct 2018
Well, I mean, Yeah
Cydney Something Oct 2018
I love you
You know this
It's stupid
You're stupid

Buuuuut

It's hopeless
We're drowning
The boys are out
Now, run away

Stay

Leave, I guess
Grieve, I guess
I don't care
You don't care

We care

We care too much
And we drown
And we fail
But hey-

You know all of this
89 · Oct 2020
The Heart
Cydney Something Oct 2020
I had a short interaction with a stranger, and I wanted to stay alive for them. It's over now, and I want to die again.
25 years married to a man like that
It's no wonder she looks like hell

I'd feel sorry for her
If it weren't for those pesky microaggressions
86 · Nov 2020
Shower Thoughts
Cydney Something Nov 2020
The
Least
Common
Denominator
Is

Me.
85 · Sep 2019
The lonely hour
Cydney Something Sep 2019
1:46am
4:46am
Two time zones between
I'm trying to s l e e p
Maybe it's too late
Maybe it's too early
I don't know much
But I know
That I'm lonely

Even if I'm not alone
85 · Aug 2020
Gin Darling
Cydney Something Aug 2020
how i wish someone would burst in and save me from my total lack of motivation to operate in this sphere
84 · Oct 2020
High
Cydney Something Oct 2020
But he was the only
Purely joyous part
Of my wretched existence

He leapt into my life
And back out
Like a deer in a clearing

Now he is
Gone
And I am left in my
Wretchedness

Alone
84 · Nov 2018
On Masturbation
Cydney Something Nov 2018
That feeling when you're empty
And lonesome
In need of distraction
Something to fill you

That feeling when you know
The world is cold
And you just want
To be warm

So you push and pull
And struggle
Past the wall of thoughts
And worries

Forcing your mind to the alley
To the ***** streets
Where lovely things die
And the wholesome withers

You dive into nastiness
Depravity
A ****** highway
To hell

Because when you arrive
You die
And not in the way
You hoped you would

The hands and mouths of ghosts
Have all left
You're cold on the bed
And still alone

The last light of ******
Flickers out
Like a repossessed dream
Like a phantom

The space between sleep
Is now laughing
But you cannot tell
From whence it comes

Reminding you of
Your feeble attempts
At escaping
By the highway
Somebody check on me. I'm not fine.
84 · Jun 29
Intrusive
Those shoulders
Those hands
That radiant, youthful
Smile

The way my name
Leaves your throat
As if you haven't
Just met me

That kindness
And confidence
Which oft accompany
A voracious shadow

I imagine
Those hands
Taking my clothes off
Taking my breath
Taking my life

"No, I love it"
I would let you
Drag me to hell
With those lovely, strong
Arms

"I could see that"
Blessed with a vision
A fantasy
Of youth
And passion
******* in the bed of a truck

I remember
The boy from Idaho
Who rocked my world
Out the passenger side of his car
In a field of potatoes

An old, familiar
Addiction
An old, familiar
Intrusive thought

I could **** him up
For good
I could burn it all

And he'd never see it coming
83 · Jul 2020
Sombra del Cielo
Cydney Something Jul 2020
the world isn't designed for all of us, but hopefully we can find a way to exist in it
Cydney Something Sep 2020
**** this
*******
I need a drink
I need ****
I need THE SWEET MERCIFUL ANGEL OF DEATH TO FINALLY CALL ME FORTH
LIKE I KNOW I HAVE TO BE PATIENT AND MY TIME WILL COME
BUT LIKE
*******
74 · Sep 2020
Wayward- Outside
Cydney Something Sep 2020
She saved me from the smallest box.
The one I'd been confined to for an* eternity. She smiled at me, and I desperately reached for her.
'LET ME OUT!'
And she did. She saved me from the hellish existence of the tiny box.
I didn't quite remember why, but I wanted to be

Outside.

But I had no clue what

Outside

Was.

I'd forgotten in the mind-breaking box. What did it smell like? Sound like? Taste like?
How could I get there?
She put me in a room
With a moving picture
Of

Outside.

I recognized the shapes and shades of it. Just a small picture of it, but recognizable.
In time, I moved throughout a maze of rooms. I learned about
The door.
I hadn't seen that on the way in.
When it opened, I could see it-

Outside.

I knew if I could get close enough,
I could
Escape
For just
A little
While.
One night, I did just that.

I loved night the most.
I could easily move around in the dark without being seen. Or heard. Or even sensed. I was part of the darkness.
She started to panic.
Did she think I would abandon her?
My savior?
No, but I would stay close.
She ultimately tricked me back into the rooms.
Her efforts to prevent my
Escape
Became more vigorous.
She would stare at me
For seconds
Before opening the door.
I would stare back, not challenging her.

My next escape was glorious.
Another person that wasn't her
Left a window
With a broken screen
Open,
And she wasn't in any of the rooms.
I slipped through the screen
And into the day
I felt the
Sun.
I remembered everything.
I wandered the grounds of
The rooms.
I climbed the wall
That separated a network
Of other rooms.
I was

Outside.

I was happy,
But I knew she would worry if
She returned to find me
Missing.
I went back
To realize
There was no way back inside.
The night was getting cold.
I scaled the wall around part of
The grounds
And found a small shelter
From the winds
And prayed she would return soon.

I awoke to the sound of the rustling of my small shelter.
Startled, I ran for the door of the rooms, which sat open.
She was warm,
And so I welcomed her embrace
All the more.

From then on, she trusted me. She knew that I could go

Outside

And return again
To her.
<3
70 · Oct 2020
Low
Cydney Something Oct 2020
Low
You know that feeling
When you suddenly
Lose all of your light
And energy
And breath
And h o p e
And m o t i v a t i o n?
69 · Oct 2020
Oh,
Cydney Something Oct 2020
Oh,
I get it.
You just wanted my soul
in the form of my
lovesick poetry.
53 · Sep 19
Bootloop
I want a ***** blonde hippie
Not that one
Another one
I wanna ***
I want his fingers messing with my top
I wanna **** in a tree!
Maybe not in a tree
A tree house?
**** in the tree house where he ****** off for the first time
I want to be put in a cage
I want to get picked up
I wanna be put down
Grab me
hurt me
Big fat hickey
Tear me up
Into tiny pieces
And scatter them in the woods
**** me.
37 · 4d
Sad Boy Prophet
I invited Jesus
To *** to my house
And spent hundreds
On his miracles

He caresses my cheek
Before drawing back
A kiss from a fist
Is better than none

"**** me"
But he never would
Would he? Could he?
Should he?

Blows and burns
And all that lovely hair
I'd wash his feet
But I'm much too sinful

Come and find me
When you forgive
All the things
I said

— The End —