Dirty Mind Poems Novels & Stories

ANGEL Everyone has a dark secret. The filthiest, dirtiest, corrupted fantasies that we imagine just before sleep take us to oblivion. That innate desire our judgmental world silences, it lingers in the pit of your stomach, spreading like a virus, an incurable, rotten disease to your throat, an abomination never to be whispered. Do you have a secret like that? Think hard. . . You can tell me. Don't you have one like that? Think again. . . Harder. Go deeper. Take me in—all of me. I want to be inside. . . of your mind.

sa dekha nahi khoob-soorat koyi Jism jaise ajanta ki moorat koyi Jism jaise nigaahon pah jaadu koyi Jism naghmah koyi Jism khush-bu koyi Jism jaise mahakti hui chaandani Jism jaise machalti hui raagini Jism jaise kih khilta hua ik chaman Jism jaise kih sooraj ki pahli kiran Jism tarsha huwa dil-kash o dil-nisheen Sandaleen sandaleen Marmareen marmareen (We've never seen one with such beauty as she

Or it will stay in my mind, that’s bothersome. Dark with death- Same old town same old eyes – The final plea. Passing by, lights-red. words in lips and space. The piece of dust you see- when the light hits, out for sanity. Once upon a time stars died.

“Now I just need to figure out what love poem speaks to me.” “The third poem it pretty easy too, since it has to be one you don’t understand and you won’t analyze it yourself, you can choose any poem,” Anna said and continued her search through the Poetry Anthology. She points to a poem called ‘Attention’ by Madlie de Wet and opens the Poetry Anthology to the poem. Attention By Madlie de Wet In a dark room, people everywhere I look from familiar faces to non-familiar faces Unseen, Unheard, Unloved

My heart started pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. Another message popped up. Unknown: You think you’re special? You’re not. You’re just another desperate little gold-digger with a pussy that’s been used by half the rich old men in this city. I bet your cunt is stretched out and loose from all the dick you’ve taken. Does Chandler know how many men have cum inside you before him? Or does he like sloppy seconds? My hands started shaking. I sat up slowly, careful not to wake Chandler beside me. The sheets slipped down my bare chest, but I barely felt the cold air. All I could feel was the ice spreading through my veins.

--- Darkness swallowed me. Not like falling down— But falling inward. Beneath my skin. Beneath my soul. Every breath unravelled into smoke. Every thought shattered like stars turning cold. No sky. No ground. Only silence. Then—shatter. Visions tore through me like flame through glass: A silver temple in ruin. Its towers split. Its altar is nothing but ash. Inside, wolves burned. Not in agony— In ecstasy. Their howls were hymns, as if they’d waited centuries to be devoured by flame.

Ray. Today started with waking up in the embrace of the most beautiful, most affectionate soul I’ve ever met and feeling like I got my fucking ink all over him. I felt like I was tarnishing him, digging him deeper into the black fucked-up hole of my existence until he’d also be submerged in it. Until he’d have no way out, like me. That’s why I didn’t want him to see me. I didn’t want anyone to see me. Because the moment they get past the perfect image to look inside, they’ll find a grimy, spineless piece of fucking shit whose worst enemy is his own mind.

My mind instantly became a filthy movie, one crude thought after another flashing through my head in half a minute. I stood up again and excused myself. I needed air. I needed to get my mind out of the fucking gutter and my heart to stop trying to beat its way out of my chest. But no amount of cold water on my face could wash away those dirty thoughts. Nothing could stop the porno playing in my head.

I tried to glance outside through the small window, but I failed enormously in my attempt to get a glimpse, the rain was falling dangerously on the streets of New Delhi and I could feel the shine of the moon on my heart. there must be thousands of poets wondering tonight what they write about the glorious beauty of the sky, there must be hundreds of lovers trying to hide in the wisdom glance of the moonlight and I am here with nothing in my mind wandering about my life. I still remember yesterday, as it is right in front of my eyes, I still remember when there was no one for me, and I still regret, regret all the times. the loud voice increased again making me lose my mind, my throat was dry

(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW) I feel dirty. No matter how much I try to scrub my body clean under the shower, I still feel filthy and the more images of Vance between my legs, giving me an orgasm deluges my mind, the dirtier I feel. I can't feel the briny of my tears because of the running water over my head but they continue to spew down my face while thought after thought spirals round and round in my head, inundating me with the feeling of trepidation and solicitude.