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Life is hard. The only place to soothe the roughness is home. Home is where you find your smile and where you are understood. Welcome! @Burningwords The writer. 👆
#small_words
Early Word
By now, you must know that most of your days are defined by your mindset of the morning. If you didn't wake up bright, or dread the day ahead of you, or feel like you haven't had enough to sleep, or feel tired of the obligations that await, or simply frown with annoyance, guess what? Congratulations: You now have a miserable day.
You won't spend a great day when you're starting it off with a poor morning. As soon as your mind reads the exhaustion in your facial expressions, as soon as your mind hears you complain about the day ahead, it will make it stick. Then you have another gloomy day to bore you to death.
Is there a different way? To feel radiant and ready? To feel brighter than the sun itself? Yes, and the way to do it is with words. You have immense power in words. In your own words. Do you know how to use that power?
@wordsburn
#rhyme
Skin Therapy
Come to me when you feel alone,
When you want to be left alone,
When things weigh on your skull.
Come, baby, my lap is your throne.
Let the red in your cheeks blossom;
I'll hold you close through the very bottom.
Deep in your chest resides boulders
Which keep you depressed and bipolar.
Rest your head on my shoulder
And leave the rest to my shoulders, love.
Don't find the words to spill it all;
Just find the courage to feel it raw.
@wordsburn
You won't spend a great day when you're starting it off with a poor morning.
Early Word coming later on!
#small_words
@wordsburn
I'll hold you close through the very bottom.
Skin Therapy coming tomorrow!
#rhyme
@wordsburn
#small_words
Dickheads 3
She told me that she needed to tell me about what's on her mind. She told me she needed to say the bad things in her life out loud. She told me she needed me to love her, despite her weakness and her tears and her complaints on life.
And I did love her. I listened to her words. I didn't tell her to do this or to do that. Her body shook in my hold, her tears kissing my chest, her pain stuck in my heart. I rubbed her arms and kissed her hair.
"I love you," I whispered.
@wordsburn
Notice
The following parts will be new, not reposts. Get ready for the heat!
@wordsburn
#rhyme
#sophisticated
Amend
Goddess of shadow,
Help me detach from the dread in me.
God of light,
Shed your tears on what's ahead of me.
Goddess of lust,
I'll have a bite from your apple tree.
God of thunder,
Swallow the bellows of my agony.
Goddess of hell,
Bless me with your horrifying wrath.
God of heaven,
I renounce your promise of a smile that lasts.
@wordsburn
#small_words
A Dose of Light
I'm tired. I'm tired of things happening to me. I'm tired of waiting for things to align before I take the step that's been on my mind. I'm tired of not willing to squeeze the energy and courage left in me to change.
Life is suffering. Nobody is ever ready for it, and everybody wants an end to the suffering, but no one can't end that without ending life. It never stops. Tomorrow is not a new day. Just another day with new pain.
But I know the way to make it bearable. I know it. I've known it for longer than I've known anything else. I have to do something that's difficult and worthwhile. Then I have to suffer. Willingly. That is the only way out. I have to take the Cross upon my shoulder and hike the slope. I can choose which path of pain at least.
@wordsburn
#justwords
One may have a verdict on what's stylish,
But no fact, no certain law says why it
Attracts other's interest.
@wordsburn
#small_words
HERe
Don't ask why her eyes are spilling:
She's paying tribute to the suffering of life.
Don't take sadness away from her:
That is all she have,
That is what stayed to keep her warm all along.
People had told her they would never choose anybody else,
Right before they chose somebody else.
Reveries of the past come with rivers of tears.
She used to say, "We're together."
She used to say, "I'm lucky I have you."
She used to say, "You make me feel home."
Deep slumber robbing her away is the only end to these nights.
Sleep is her one true hero.
The only problem is waking up.
@wordsburn
#wordsburn
1. This is "Seeds of Toxicity" because it's after people do this that relationships (any sort) start falling apart.
The wall I've erected
Was not to reject your heating embrace.
I'm blocking you
From watching who I really am, babe.
Between you and I,
Your eyes deserve roses.
Only roses.
2. "Between you and I" means as in making someone keep a secret. And also, it means between you and I (the space between our physical bodies), and in that space, you deserve roses. You deserve to see roses... but that can't happen with "the wall I've erected" there. (Roses don't grow on concrete, too.)
@wordsburn
#justwords
Improving hurts, and hurting improves.
@wordsburn
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Minus Times
I have bled for my profession.
I've felt mental tortures, I've been tested:
Even when demonic sins beckon,
I still spread a positive message.
You're in bed, smartphone infected,
As I contend with smart, known contestants.
My destiny is calling.
Look at the legacy I'm erecting.
Your jealousy is throbbing;
Look—this is meant to be, hard to mess with.
The less of me has fallen,
The best of me is marching;
The devil screams in tarnish.
The enemy's disheartened.
They've never seen a lion.
Yes, they've never seen a lion present in a man's eyes.
The devil only sees a lyin' present, when a man dies.
Most are wrapped in their blankie,
Souls monitored by the flat screen.
You're dead to me, a corpse without the gravestone.
I'm set to siege the world for the great throne.
@wordsburn
#explicit (heavy)
#rhyme
#repost
Bony Struggle 3
"I'll be in my room," she smiles,
And reaches her room,
As I reason with my tool
Why it needs to cool for a while.
Before I go open the door,
I pour some more to force
Myself to boldly explore her with style.
I stand up and gather strength;
Time to man up and jam her legs with my child.
I knock and enter her bedroom;
She's watching me, her dress loose on the tiles.
She says, "Have a seat beside me."
I feel her demand rising;
I need to spear her hams
And make her leak, with the shaft of my meat.
I quickly sit before my thirsty stick
Begins to thicken as she is eyeing.
After I sit, she turns to me shyly.
She says, "I feel safer on my sheets.
It's also better to have some privacy."
I nod, then she gets close.
When our lips close tightly,
I grip her hips,
My heartbeat getting brisk.
Her thighs sleep on my dick...
And she moans just slightly.
We kiss for a bit, then she stops me.
"Sorry, but..." she can't finish the words.
"Anything wrong?" I plan to finish the work...
"I want something from you," she looks stern.
Her shy faces die,
Her eyes blazing alive;
A proud face is now birthed.
"What is it? What do you want?"
Hope it is my tool she wants to serve.
"Treat me like I'm your..."
She wants to say more...
I smile, tell her to come forth—unfurl.
"Let's do it, but I want to feel superior.
"Let loose of your pride, kneel for my interior," she asserts,
"Worship my soft thighs;
"Furnish my hot mind;
"Drink from me and wet my thirst."
Before confusion takes over me,
She strips to nudeness and orders me to serve.
It's all out in the cold for me to see
My balls aroused, I'm so freaked to speak a word.
"Adore my titties, implore for a taste.
"Just swarm my body, and your queen needs praise...
"Thank me for my beauty;
"Be grateful for my nudity."
Her eyes flaming, she walks over to shine on me.
"Do you understand my strong needs?"
...
...
I just sit there, still and silent...
...
...
And harder than ever.
Tbc
@wordsburn
#rhyme
#explicit (heavy)
#repost
Bony Struggle
1
Her face cute, her braids two,
She stops my heart when she says, "You
And I should rock at my place soon."
Her hotness sparks my log;
She is top, has it all, with less flaws,
But I'm just Bob with lots of shameful
Flaws to rock with a star like this dame, dude.
We've knocked some shots before—played pool—
But I've not yet got her lake loose...
Her offer to rock at her place soon,
As hot as it sounds, what we may do,
I'm shocked since my cock have not
The balls to slot in her jaws: I've got
Untrained tools.
I deforest my bushy turf...
Engorged for her pushy curves,
My sword implores to bore her tushy nerves.
I want to explore her core and pour
What I stored to shush this urge.
A dumb virgin on the verge of...
Fuck—I'm just nervous to serve her love.
My heart races at the broad gate;
I knock, wait, and she unlocks the gate,
Offers firm hugs...
Her dress dark grey, my thoughts display
What may lie inside—a flawless waist,
Curves of lust.
It's almost time—she ushers me inside.
She is so fine... I wanna brush her thighs
With my own thighs, but I won't try
Any of those type of "rush her" vibes...
I'm so shy...
Tbc
@wordsburn
Is there a different way? To feel radiant and ready?
Early Word coming later on!
#small_words
@wordsburn
#justwords
After long consideration, she finally arrived at a conclusion, and said, "Fuck it."
@wordsburn
#small_words
#sophisticated
Strings of Issues
People have problems with persisting.
They pause before their potential pours out,
And that's a puzzle pertaining plenty more problems.
Hanging on is a fine art
Only winners know how to nail.
One who snores till sun has risen
Never outshines one who doesn't.
@wordsburn
#justwords
The best things in life are wrapped in the worst things in life. They lie by saying do what you love. I don't do what I love; I do what I'll love myself for after I'm finished doing it. I do what's difficult.
I see and feel no virtue in doing what's easy, and surely, neither do you. If it's not testing my endurance greatly, I'm not on the right path.
Legends haven't done it because they "loved" doing it. They simply endured far more than others ever came close to.
@wordsburn
#repost
#explicit (heavy)
#rhyme
#thirstday
Bony Struggle 5
"Good man," her hands in my hair, rubbing.
That means I don't suck at sucking,
My face planted over her lungs, munching.
I haven't ordered my hands
To sneak about the borders of her ass,
But they sort of love to trespass, brushing.
She sings in moans in this silent night:
My dripping tongue dances from side to side,
Making her nipples twerk to my surprise.
Then I trip south to her navel, time to ride...
I inhale her abs, and now I'm high:
Good stuff I can't pass—I'm sorry guys.
I exhale on her lap as I part her thighs.
She watches me watching her red meat drip.
I tell her, "You are who I want to get sweaty with."
Her thighs piled on my shoulders,
She traps me with a smile and then orders,
"Bow down and take a long while with my odors;"
Such a queen—her style inspires my boner.
I'm not lower than her... but my head lowers.
Her aroma floods my nose—from her wet streams.
I wanna have a slice from her red meat,
Wishing she never hands a slice from her red meat—
Or whoever she feeds might become a dead meat.
Her smell is loud, and my nose leans down
To hear how the folds of her meat sounds.
Before drips fall from my watery mouth,
I swallow.
Then my hand falls on her thigh—
The scarred zone.
This oily-looking hurt now shines,
But far ago,
It must have darkened her life,
But now her passion lights our night—
Her heart glows.
She's a war hero,
And I'll sink my sword between her thighs.
When I kiss her scar,
She sighs, her body relaxing.
Her fingers creep in my hair,
Then she leads me up to where
Her legs meet, my lips traveling.
I breathe on her flower;
I breathe in her flower,
And my tongue blooms out to start sapping.
Her hands seizing my head, she whispers,
"Taste me," as she squeezes her fingers.
I don't think she knows that I heard her,
But I obey anyway.
I won't say it to her, but I love that she's dominating.
I remain under her to fully let her body reign me.
When my tongue lands on her,
Her toes contract.
She makes her hands so firm,
And groans at the first contact.
"Yes! baby," her hips begin to grind,
Wetting my face—a dripping, slime, hot bath.
Driving me out of breath,
She's feeding me,
Her thighs circled around my head.
My tongue enjoys how she's drenched,
Leafing these meats.
Her hips grinding, she sounds on edge,
"Keep breathing me.
Ah! Fuck, let's fucking plow this bed."
She speaks with need.
Then she picks me out the mess,
And blows me kisses, my face doused and wet,
Her legs pulling my hips down to her flesh.
"Sink in me deep."
Her words are—no doubt—a threat.
Her voice is dry and hungry, her mouth so wet.
A lioness in charge growling with strength,
Needing me to breed.
As I'm unbuckling my belt quickly,
She strikes my cheek like hell,
Her hand staying on my well-hit cheek.
I don't get mad or yell,
And she smiles, rubs me well,
And strikes another wailing beat.
I see the power that she's feeling through her eyes,
With each strike.
I feel a tower filling the room between my thighs,
With each strike.
I free the tower to fill the room between her thighs,
And she eyes
My freed tower, and feels its drool with slow slides—
Damn, she's fine.
I'm pleased how her hand is milking my tool, closing my eyes,
Then she's like:
"Sneak it in, until all of you is sleeping inside."
Then she strikes me with another slap.
I reply with a hard thrust down; our groins clap.
She has admitted all of me.
...
...
Her eyes roll up and behind, temptingly.
Through grit teeth, she lets out a manly roar.
Tbc
@wordsburn
#small_words
Fingerpointing
They call short tempers "a sensitive reaction to bullshit" now. They become lazy and consider themselves "depressed" or put out a persona that resembles it. What's brave now is not making sacrifices: People have always wanted to sugarcoat their weak sides, but now they're declaring they're not even weak sides.
If you got angry with someone and the last time you got angry was the whole fucking week, you have a problem. You're not "sensitive to bullshit"; you're just sensitive. It stops there. If you feel sad all the time, maybe it's time to do something difficult with your body or with your mind. The best cure for being miserable is being miserable by choice, because then you'll know that you're moving toward something.
Stop decorating your weak sides with words they feed you. You are meant to be weak, as am I. The best thing we can do is work on it. Don't do wrong and say "We all have different truth." No, we don't. Sun rises from east; it doesn't matter what we're feeling.
Do wrong, then try to do less wrong next time.
@wordsburn
#rhyme
#self_convo
Even
I wonder what I have to be to become a legend.
A writer, a pilot, a waiter, maybe a dentist?
The king looks more valuable than the peasant,
But which of his works outshine what other men did?
After a tug of war with separate species of flaws,
I have learned that the course will never get easy or soft.
A person who can endure what is difficult for long
And persist a bit more has procured the best gift of all.
A legend is a flawed one who's fallen and bled for weeks.
A legend faces problems but keeps walking, little rest and sleep.
A legend is the odd one who's exhausted his energy.
@wordsburn
#repost
#explicit (heavy)
#rhyme
Bony Struggle 4
She is standing close...
Her smell stacked in my nose, my mouth waters.
She demanded... what was it again?
I don't give a damn what she said;
I'll give whatever she said to knock her.
A painful scar runs on her right thigh.
It is hard to miss, but just caught my eyes...
"Bad accident," she sees me staring.
"I happened to have the least
Careful habits—a beast who's pleased with daring—
As a child, I mean."
It's strange but I love the scar—
It makes her look a bit dark to me.
She cocks her head sideways...
She props up my chin,
"You want to touch it?
My pain?"
I nod, then I send my fingers.
The scar feels smooth, and it glimmers
As if it's oiled.
Suddenly, she slaps my face,
Felt my cheek clapped to sway—
A sudden turmoil.
Rage driving my blood off track,
I stand up, inclined to charge back,
But she recoiled.
I could not hit her,
And not because she is a woman.
I could watch in her
Eyes how scared she is, but couldn't
Stop herself from doing it.
She pushes out her chest,
Opens her mouth to vent:
"I don't like how you're doing it."
She says, acting courageous.
"Where's your passion? I made it
Clear, I demanded to be bathed with
Floods of high praise till my lake drips, didn't I?"
She ends, her chest waving with pride.
She's scared but brave all the same.
I scare my own rage away,
Pick her hand with mine,
Kiss the back, with eyes of praise.
She exhales; she beams...
Her ex failed, didn't read
Her legs well; now I need
To excel so to please her brain.
"How would you want me, queen?"
"Please me how you want," she speaks,
"But make sure to let me see
How much I really mean
To your senses... you feeling me?"
I can't contain my surprise:
What lady says she needs love out loud?
I clear the hair off her eyes;
Atop her head, I can dream a crown now.
On the bed I lay her supine;
I climb on top, kissing her mouth down
To her neck. Her lungs rise,
As my lips travel to her chest down south.
How I've missed these baby breasts!
They fill my palms while I squeeze and press.
I pick my hands off, slip my t-shirt off,
Then back to her soft
Pair of baby flesh.
I milk slight moans from her with each squeeze.
My face moves close to these babies.
My lips smooth on her cleavage, I breathe
And look up. She looks foggy when our eyes meet.
I give her a small smile, and ask, "Ready?"
...
Biting her lips, she nods to me.
Tbc
@wordsburn
#three
Playboy Paradox
I used to be into you only to be in you.
But then I realized:
You can't say you're in love, when you're not allowing love in you.
@wordsburn
Happy Holiday! 🇪🇹
Last night, the city was on fire! (Quite literally)
Much Love.
@wordslove
Note
If there are some things you don't understand in these words, let me know. Happy Sunday!
#rhyme
#sophisticated
#self_convo
Seeds of Toxicity
I'm hard to love; I'm easy to break.
I want your touch,
I long for hugs,
I'm flawed,
Distraught,
Lack balls, and worse, I'm reeking of pain.
The wall I've erected
Was not to reject your heating embrace.
I'm blocking you
From watching who I really am, babe.
Between you and I,
Your eyes deserve roses.
Only roses.
@wordsburn
#explicit (heavy)
#rhyme
#repost
Bony Struggle
2
Too shy to grab her waist,
Too shy to plant my face
Behind her pants and play...
Side to side, we laugh; we chat
About my past and her past,
As we drain
Some wine—a glass in hand to bathe
My shy act and gag the shame to death.
The drinks relax my brain,
And so I snatch her waist
And attack her face till drained of breath.
Though I now act brave,
I still can't entertain
My fantasy, to drain her baby breasts...
Her hand on my face,
She basks in a fine state,
But I still can't say if she's craving sex...
Can't say when her cave is raining wet, with ease.
I gotta peek at her flesh in between
Her thighs to see if her legs seek pleasing.
In fright to reach her thighs freely,
I try to be off her dress to seem neat,
But I'm not.
My cock knocks on my jeans zipper—
Open up your hot body and let's be sinners...
I cannot stop to reach and kiss her,
But I cannot start to reach these inner
Thighs, rob her heart, and sneak in her.
Can she not try to lead the first move?
It's always guys to lead the first move...
I'm hard, but I'm too weak for first moves.
She pause to say the words,
"I want to lay on the fur
Of my bedroom."
She stands, waiting for my turn,
But I can't stand, hiding my firm tool.
What if she sees my boner?
Will she need me to bone her,
Or will it really be over soon?
Scared to open up, but in need to open her up.
Tbc
@wordsburn
NOTICE
I haven't had the chance to complete posting Bony Struggle, but I will now. I'll repost the parts starting today.
(Other writings on the fuc*ing way!)