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Pleasures of Pain

Pleasures of Pain

Fools in love
share the same,
sentiment as one
who’s stimulated by pain.

I’m a hopeless romantic,
a full blow addict;
with a craving for love no
matter what it takes to have it.

Can’t get enough, this rush
this touch; conceited attractions,
cutting myself deeper
creating satisfactions.

Modified emotions are
sold for a cheap price;
gaining scars while gambling
love with fixed dice.

This morning;
I woke without you by my side.
Yearning for you…only you…
like oceans falling short of sunlight.

My sorrows are
sort of like eclipsed distress.
Yet fulfilling, I mesh pain with
pleasure and daggers to flesh.

…I want for this forever…

  • Tioko

PHOTO CREDIT:
http://fineartamerica.com/featured/my-love-my-pain-mel-at-heath.html
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http://www.helpguide.org/articles/anxiety/cutting-and-self-harm.htm

Heartless

The power and rage of this permanent pain,
sporadic avenues of reviving buried yesterdays.
The tall tales of a love I initially claimed,
a tragic romance which led to dismay.

Hurt resembling a thousand knives to ones chest,
a punctured ego, riven thoughts and broken promises.
With my severed heart and capricious requests,
no gain without pain, I’ve grown to be heartless.

Intentions are as prejudice as white supremacists,
I’m wildly sucked into this infinite tunnel.
Worshiping flawed emotions as a love atheist,
things never work out for me, they always crumble.

The passion’s gone, but memories compose tattoos,
maturing into a glutton for critical heartache.
It skips us like stones to a non-rippling lagoon,
what lead me to presume union would display?

What the hell was I thinking, I’m quite the fool,
this hopeless search for a fulfilled happiness.
Too busy dreaming, discounting logical thinking,
like a needle in a haystack, I’ve lost my place.

  • Ms. Tioko

PHOTO CREDIT:
http://fineartamerica.com/featured/heartless-martin-dawids.html

Exploration

Enchantment at its peak describes you and I,
a feeling cloning stars meeting one with the sky.
Tenderness withstanding any reflecting turmoil,
my beloved darling, I’ll love you forever more.

I’m captivated, with you is where I want to be;
beautiful is you mind, reserved solely for me.
I explore it privately, uncanny intellectual sex,
no fabrication, anticipating on what happens next.

Making love in rainfall; soak and wet on the patio,
the lawn wears our attire; as tempo slows from the radio.
You take me to that place I never knew existed,
it’s so new to me; show me more of what I’m missing.

A glimpse so deeply into you; there’s no returning,
tell me you can’t live without me, it’s for me you’re yearning.
Under no conditions do we repulse as two magnets,
we’re soul tied, allergic to untangling, like bad habits.

Longing to know your intentions, your flaws, every vice,
curious to see things as if I’m looking through your eyes.

I want to feel you feeling me so I know you’re not intangible.
 What makes you smile, what makes you so remarkable?

Tell me about your dreams and worst nightmares,
I’ll be there to soothe you, I’ll keep you in my prayers.
Analyzing your hopes, your dreams, fantasies; I will,
I want to love that which you love; a love that’s real.

Exploration

  • Ms. Tioko

PHOTO CREDIT:
http://carole-and-co.livejournal.com/251265.html

Unglued

The shit between you

and I can no longer be;

from a distance you

offer me porcelain dreams.

…don’t want you to leave;

losing ventilation,

I can’t breathe.

How do I live with the fact

that you’ve fallin outta

love with me?

You left me open so I

went for the rebound,

thinking pain would ease;

the stats don’t add up

there’s no comparison,

so at night I climb trees.

I go up…

so high, so high, so high,

maybe too high;

leave me up here please!

Consumed of resentment

and anguish to the brain,

a love estranged,

my heart’s dropped

below zero degrees.

I’m Unglued
  • Ms. Tioko

PHOTO CREDIT:
http://thelabrats.tumblr.com/post/11668954373/check-out-johnny-robles-new-wall-at-cifo-he

Love Junkie

I’m so intrigued
when loving this man,
delighted by his touch
as it retains me in constraint.

Like a fiend on drugs,
it stimulates my brain.
Avoid seeking rehab,
I want to stop but I can’t;

conquer this sensation,
even if provided an alternate lane.
Getting high, I’m lifted,
not wanting to dismount again.

I’m on vacation, I’m tripping,
and mind isn’t coherent.
My existence is irrelevant,
totally out of my element.

Dangerously addicted to
your ego, so potent;
I need you to need me,
without you I’m hopeless.

Tossing and turning at night;
I’m barely eating.
Your motives to love me
are what seems to feed me.

Your presence is imperative,
togetherness seems misleading;
afraid of dozing with sobriety,
idle nights govern me.

I’ll never love another,
I hate I idolize you.
Love stoned, I inhale,
breathing every dose of you.

It’s ever so rewarding; I’m given
everything I bargained for,
If my lungs are to collapse,
it’s all for you, the one I adore.

With your sweet caress,
I’m restless, free and so alive.
Rendering figments of you;
hallucinating all the time.

Hooked on you like crazy,
we can never depart.
You inspire my mental and
change the pace of my heart.

You mean the world to me,
promise not to delay.
I gotta have you NOW,
even if it’s in the worst way.

I’m a Love Junkie

– Ms. Tioko

PHOTO CREDIT:
http://akundanza.org/2014/03/23/the-opposite-of-love-is-power-not-hatred-2/

Short-Lived Forever

Elated by you was the beat of my heart to an undefined tune,
timeless motions of a love dating back to summer’s June.

Everything was so timeless then, as if the Earth stood still,
air was much pure and perceptions of life were surreal.

You were everything to me, we spent our “everydays” together,
careful to not miss a thing or defer our “short-lived forever”.

Our hearts were delicate and clear as a mid summer’s rain,
unfamiliar with love’s true identity, but from it we couldn’t sway.

Just the two of us, running rampant through this life-size race,
taking chances without doubt like there was no future in place.

And on all levels our hopes, our dreams, our love we’d magnify,
carefree with this appetite for life that we hoped we’d never satisfy.

– Ms. Tioko

PHOTO CREDIT:
http://models.com/feed/?p=43116

Timeless Love

Staring out the window at a silent sky,
a salmon tinged moon and a whispering tide.
As it caresses the sand covering the bleach floor,
it charms the night, building shadows on the shore.

Reflections unmoored, thoughts travel a bit,
to a season in time when I once was content.
Reliving love and its many looming possibilities,
taking chances on you while giving all of me.

Tampered weak emotions ignite fresh rhapsody,
masking muted bliss, my past love miseries.
Times when you were my world and I was your love,
a story book type of love, a 1950s movie type of love.

Our hearts were ingrained, none short of supply,
we belonged together as stars befitting the sky.
Soft hands and gentle lips, our hearts once ceded,
bearing silent confessions of our innermost secrets.

Kisses so strong, though massaged my deepest wounds,
while I’d coddle your tattered heart, freeing love to resume.
Moments cloning many lifetimes of unquestionable bliss,
I’d die in those moments than live 1000 years apart your kiss.

Timeless Love

– Ms. Tioko

PHOTO CREDIT:
http://www.desktopexchange.net/beach-pictures/beach-sunset-wallpapers/