Masochist Poems

The Masochist and the Sadist

(His Version of The Sadist and The Masochist)

Oh, a masochist what a fitting partner or should I say plaything for a sadist, but by bringing you into this world I knew that a part of you would soon cease to exist
I am a sadist maybe the SADIST of sadists, so you see, I love to

The Sadist and the Masochist 2

There is a reason though that we met when we did in that time, and the answer to that question is what still burns in my mind
See you never showed me this version of you, this coldhearted sadist that you could be, you told me that the darkness then wasn’t clawing at you just yet,

The Sadist and the Masochist

A sadist and a masochist you would think they would be the perfect fit, but I found out the hard way that it is the complete opposite
See you are the sadist as you once told me so, and I thought that I was a masochist, but I know I’m truly not deep down in my

Masochist

great pleasure in self-torment;
the more painful, the better.
Addicted to discomfort,
feeding it with glee!


Date written: 06/17/2021

Boats At High Tide

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Raging, inviting. Inscrutable ice
King Neptune's daughter, her moods are water
You won't dive into the same ocean twice
She'll make you think it's your net that has caught her

Catch and release is her patent device
Wives tales have brought her whales to the slaughter
You'll receive notice of your sacrifice
on paper she folds into boats at high tide

Each kiss

The Masochist

I never saw it coming, but as people say you never do, I made the mistake of ignoring my heart, and fell in love with you
I tried to deny the way I felt, but you intrigued me with your pain, and now looking back upon the time we shared, I know in my heart, I

Dark Green Forest

I do not know what came over me
To find myself back in this hole
To change my views so suddenly
Craving the feeling to fall

I do not know why I'm so attracted
To the things that destroy me inside
To the feeling of being lost and hopeless
Like I don't want to fight to stay alive

I do not know why

Masochist Hex

I see her in her pure white dress
She is attractive but far from virgin allure
She’s like a paper doll delicate and quick to burn
Quick to drown under the dark cloud’s waters
A witch child among all her sins
She hexes me until I feel disturbed and dismantled
Haunting me, calling me, I don’t want to get away
Going insane

Masochist

A masochist
addicted to the pain
of emotional confusion
and feeling insane
and trying so hard
to get you out of my brain

Masochist and Mistress

I open up and I revert.
Point to the song and show where it hurts;
They say it’s wrong to want the worst
News first.
I held on too long to the urge.

I saw her across the room, and she turned:
“I’ll take you home but I'll take you down first.”

I had her beat me beyond any words.

I am standing

The Masochist

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Love without hope must be my calling.
Calling, just hoping to hear it ring.
Ring in hand, near your feet I'm crawling,
crawling with loathing and loving it's sting.

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The Masochist

She follows in her mother’s footsteps; it’s all she’s ever known
Mentally and physically, her mother seems to show
That Man has power over her, and thus she will not go
And so the little girl has learned all there is to know
That pain from men is something that is sure to make her grow
And so she bows

The Masochist

Still i rise
they planted me in acid
death is inferior, i remain Placid
attacking my flesh and bone, I am not shaken I am passive
they never stop, they remain avid
Still i rise
they stoned my character
sue my hopes, I am tormented by their barrister
exploited like I was Africa
Still i rise
No pain shall ever be shown through my eyes
A

The Musical Remembrance Masochist

these once beautiful songs that were held within
you & your lover’s heart
together
forever
as if such an impossibility was
possible,
now sing backwards at you 
from the stereo in your car
from the ipod 
from the surround system in your dwelling
where you now reside
alone &
without.

what makes you play the song again & 
again? 
you understand that it brings only pain
but

~masochist Mind~

Expunged upon each breath,
freezing accusations
sealed your lips,
and like a snare, retribution
closed its choking grip.

I had seen the flush of blush
upon each cheek,
when casual touch
lingered just a little too much,
for what is flirtation
but prelude to conquest,
with me a discarded after-thought.

Excuses like autumn leaves,
twisted in my maelstrom,
they were nothing
but a future medium
for growing better lies,

and I gather

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