What is Sex-Pornography-Addiction
Sexual addiction, also sometimes called sexual compulsion, is a postulated form of psychological addiction to sexual intercourse and other sexual behavior.
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Monday November 30, 2009
Poetry
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Why is love so hard to bear,
When it hurts so much that you care,
When they hurt you so bad that you wanna die,
and yet somedays you feel as if you could fly,
Right up to the sky safe in their arms,
How easily you succum to their charms,
Why does something so good have to hurt,
Sometimes it feels like they're only after whats under your skirt.
Why does love have to hurt?
When you're happy everythi...
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Marie
thank you.....
you taught me so much, with what little you had
your mind was not par with the rest
your behavior not the same
your were locked away and ignored
left to die alone
the music played through you in ways
only an attuned listener could know
and echoes today as ripples
i hearyour voice in the rain, feel your presense in the wind
thank you.. thank you.....1 Recommendation5 Comments -
The clock on my computer reads 8:57 AM. My eyes wander around the room while I wait, but always end up gazing at the time. The sound of a ringing phone waves from my headset into my ear. I wait, yet no one picks up. I check my list for the next number and then begin to dial. I hear the ringing again, and I wait ritualistically as I have so many times before. After several rings a voice answers my...1 Recommendation5 Comments
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It's colder than before,
The seasons took all they had come for.
Now winter dances here.
It seems so fitting don't you think
To dress the ground in white and grey.
It's so quiet I can hear my thoughts touching every second that I spent waiting for you.
Circumstances afford me no second chance to tell you How much I've missed you.
My beloved do you know
When the warm wind comes aga...1 Recommendation5 Comments -
WELL IN CASE SOME PEOPLE DONT KNOW, OTHER THAN ME WANTING TO BE A COP WHEN IM OLDER, ID ALSO LIKE TO BE A WRITER...AND IM CORRENTLY IN THE WORKS OF WRITING MY FIRST BOOK DUBBED *MYTH*.. ITS A STORY BASED OFF THE MYTHICAL CREATURES, BIGFOOT, THE MOTH MAN, NESSIE, ETC.. NOW IT MAY SEEM WEIRD, BUT I CAN ASURE YOU ITS NOT SOME INDEX OF THE CREATURES THEMSELVES, OR OF OTHER PEOPLES EYE-WITNESS R...1 Recommendation5 Comments
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Love is a burning darkness inside,
A demon; a horse the devil shall ride,
It makes people kill;it makes people hate,
It feels like a dream; an elevated state,
Intoxicated windows and glasses of rose,
Intwining bodies; and sexual prose,
A sickness inside that burns to the core,
An ocean; a lion a distinctual roar,
A passion; an obsession of which we are caged,
A beauty; a disaster a desire that is aged,
Suc...1 Recommendation4 Comments -
Why do i tend to be a selfish cunt,
Why do i find it hard to open up and share,
Why am i all these things,
Its as is i don't even fucken care !
All my own thoughts trapped in my head,
I need to release these from my mind,
But how can i do this,
These are the answers i must seek and find !
Terrible shit, only caring about myself
Putting people close to me last
I want to beat this pattern,
Beat it a...1 Recommendation4 Comments -
MERCENARIES EYES
Such beautiful eyes,
Who do they show emotion for?
Bright greens and golds burning like the sun.
Not for me,
Just glints of yesterday.
Who do they dance for?
Such angelic passions hidden inside.
Beautiful eyes,
Fill with joy.
Never meeting todays gaze.
Tomorrow is new.
Amazing,
Breath taking,
New beginnings within your eyes.
Soul rotten with the stench blood,
His eyes all that is pure.
Who do you...1 Recommendation4 Comments -
Perfection
Names and reputations burn out like embers
Turning to dust in the night
Building and holding up a name
Watch others to see how you should look, talk and live
Judge your self according to media, and casual opinion
Work on ourselves spiritually to ensure a future happiness for our self
Walk through life with walls and fences up at all times to protect your self from invasion of pain and...1 Recommendation3 Comments -
Blue, blue, Im sooooooooooo blue.
Tis true I AM BLUE!
Why do I keep coming back to thoughts
of what had been in the times of Zen?
Blood is no longer true,
It is a blend,
Only things that bend,
No longer morals of steel,
Only the gayiness of a celebratory laurel,
Kneeling and dancing in the slime
of debauchery,cheating,lying
Thinking u are some how Royal?
Ashes,mourning and sorrow
My heart and soul...1 Recommendation3 Comments
