One lifetime is not enough, for all my words – Koraly Dimitriadis

I psychotically love you

February 1, 2012 at 10:51 am (Poems (R rated))

*** WARNING sexually explicit language ***

It’s insane I know
After all the abuse I’ve hurled at you
All your lying and cheating
But I can’t fight it any longer:
I psychotically love you
And I have no idea if it’s real love
All I know is I must be nuts
For feeling the way that I do

No man has affected me in this way
The words won’t stop or go away
I saw your photo the other day
You are the most beautiful man
I have ever seen
The composure of you
To stand beside me, my muse
I have too much to say
I just can’t make sense
Of it, or my feelings
Other than to submit
To what is, woman

Because when I’m in your arms
The scent of you
Evaporates my existence
And I cease to
Kill us with my words
Student to teacher
You are my preacher
You eliminate my why
And I am at life’s high

And all that I am certain of is
The warmth on your tongue
Should exist on my clit, always
You should push down my thighs
Persist while I resist
Licking it
Fast, fast, fast
Slowing, for eternity

And your hands and lips
Should push past and insist
On taking control of my breasts
Possessively
To pry my crossed arms apart
Because I never let any man
Touch them or lick my cunt
But with you I say
Do whatever
Open me, unwrap me
My pride is brushed aside
I may hide, behind my poems
Yell that I never want to see you again
But I know it’s not true
I psychotically love you, babe
You bastard, arsehole, prick
And nothing does the trick
I can’t erase you from my skin

All it would take is one look
The Antarctic glaciers that are your eyes
And my poems would shatter
Nothing else would matter
Except you and me

Even in my decision
To set myself free
I live with this love
That overfills my heart
Spills out onto my life
And drowns it

This is my reason
This is my truth
I psychotically love
YOU
(But I think I may
love myself more
hence our separation,
you dickhead!)

Editorial assistance provided by Les Zig from [Untitled] pocketbook. Thanks, Les!

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She is his Mrs

January 31, 2012 at 3:27 am (Poems (R rated))

***WARNING – sexually explicit language ***
 (inspired by something someone said to me)

He may tell you, he doesn’t love her
say that they’re not right for each other,
that the two of you are more compatible
yet she is the one he holds in the night
because she is his Mrs

He may say he is going to break up with her soon,
doesn’t want to lose you, but can’t just yet,
because she’s sick or depressed
but he’s getting his dick wet
in two places
his whore and his Mrs

You might be fighting for your man with persistence
so you can therefore become his Mrs
(finally after all your hard work)
But you’re just running into a brick wall
Because if he’s doing it to her,
what makes you think
he isn’t gonna do it to you?
It’s not like your immune
to his infidelity and intimacy issues

You may have the best connection
you’ve ever had in your life,
but is it possible you only hold his attention
for the duration of his erection?
Has he ever been there for you
when you’ve felt glum or blue?
Do you think it’s possible he’s just a prick?
Because if you got sick
what makes you think
he’d be there for you?
Trust me, it happened to me.
He was gone, and I thought I was wrong.
Because he doesn’t owe you anything
You’re not his Mrs
SHE IS HIS MRS

so maybe you should tell him to stick it
Because ask yourself:
what the fuck are you exactly
getting from the prick?

Maybe it’s time to consider
buying a vibrator

He may tell you he hasn’t had sex for weeks
but what else is he gonna say
to get you in the sack?
If he’s lying to her
he’s lying to you!
You’re not immune!

It doesn’t make a difference
if they’re married or not
She is his Mrs

So stop trying to make him your man,
men like that don’t understand
They don’t know what the fuck they’re doing
because they’re fucked in the head

Stop trying to convince yourself
that this time it’s different
It’s NOT

You know when him and her get better
he’ll drop you in bloody second

So walk away with your head high
till it’s almost touching the sky
with the following thoughts in your mind:

“Listen Mr,
You can’t have your cake and eat it too
You know what, fuck you
I’m outta here
I don’t want to be your Mrs
Fuck off to Geelong with your Mrs
You can have your Mrs and eat her too
We’re through!”

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Revenge

January 22, 2012 at 11:34 am (Poems (R rated))

(for Louise Monnington)

I want you to stop dead
at the sight of me
strutting my stuff
down Bourke street
in my purple number and stilettos
while I’m laughing and on my way
to a club with friends
come in your pants
at how fucking hot
and awesome I am
kicking yourself
at how you fucked it up
treated me like shit
lose your breath
cross the road
stop me and say ‘hi’
and I’ll be all polite
and say ‘how are you?
How you been?’
And I want you to pull
me aside, explain
that you’ve missed me
so much, beg me to
come back and I want to
laugh at how cute it all is
‘oh, sweetheart,
that’s so sweet’
and you’ll say
‘cause I miss you, babe’
and then I’ll yell
very abruptly
‘fuck you you
sleazy, two-timing
motherfucking dickhead!
I would never take
you back, you head fuck!’
And then I want to
calm down and
rub your shoulder
very sweetly
say ‘sorry’
then continue
down Bourke street
with my friends
while you stand on the
footpath, heartbroken

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Fun

January 19, 2012 at 12:10 pm (Poems (R rated))

It’s fun not having a dick-head to stress about
not having a guy to get in a mess about
worrying if he’s gonna call or sms
just to see if he passes the test
learning some self-respect
keeping my sex for only the best

He was on a pedestal and I idolised his sound
it’s fun bringing that pedestal down
till it touches the ground
and elevating mine
all the way to the sky
to start actually using my fucking brain
laughing at how I chased you
understanding it was insane
being tired of the game
knowing that my life isn’t lame

It’s fun enjoying the simple things in life
and not being afraid of, myself
hot chocolate, DVDs, music and books
anything that doesn’t involve you
It’s fun not having you to stress about
and I’ve learnt never to allow myself
to get into a mess about
men like YOU

(to all my devoted readers, it was TOO hard to stop myself from posting poems and just putting them in cafe nova! I’ll have to put some on the blog and some in the cafe!)

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Fucking against the wall

September 6, 2011 at 6:07 am (Poems (R rated))

We’ve kept ourselves hidden, for months.
Emails and text messages
the one x you placed by your name
You can only kiss me from this distance
I can’t stop missing you
But I know where to find you
All I have to do is rock up to your gig
But I know that would be it
I’d see you, you’d see me
Instant. Intense. Inflection.

Tranquilizer.

After your gig we’d say a general hello
and our eyes would say everything else
I’d walk you to the dark carpark
that backs onto the laneway
and already we’d be kissing
You’d grope at my hair
and we’d cry
whisper ‘I love you’
and ‘I’m sorry’
our hands, rummaging
desperate, for each other’s touch

You’d lead me to the alley
the cold, rough, wall
and we’d fuck there
You’d take out your cock
lift up my leg, slide into warmth
It wouldn’t take long
With our heads pressed together
tears flowing, hearts rejoicing
we’d fuck against the wall
It’d be so good we’d fuck
we’d just fuck, quickly
fuck, so hard
come so hard, so hard
all that built up tension
or those answered questions
erupting, exploding
in this one, euphoric, moment

But we’re just fucking, baby
We’re fucking against the wall
And we’ve been here before
It’s too tall, baby, I need to stand tall
There’s no way to the other side
That’s why we have to hide
You can only kiss me
from email distance
We’d just be fucking against your wall
We’re fucking against your wall
When are we going to stop

fucking against your wall

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Temple

July 8, 2011 at 11:12 pm (Poems (R rated))

My body is a temple

You shall not cross

Unless you are worthy

Of my Communion

I have been angry

Vandalised my spirit

But I needed to do that

To arrive, here

Because:

I deserve happiness. I deserve love

I deserve someone who will give to me

Just as much, as I give to them

And I want it! I want love!

L      O      V      E

I want to fuck in side alleys

In dark corners, underneath stars

Everywhere, with my man

Explore our darkness and our light

And if you’re not looking

For the same thing

M  O  V  E    O  N

And in the meantime:

Men can come, Men can go

I’m not looking

I’m happy on my own

And I will

Worship

My own

Fucking

Temple

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