Are You Safe Enough

This poem is about porn and why men and women consume it and why fighting it is worse than useless.
 


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   Joshua Brown



Just quit porn, dude!

Stop looking at it!

You're addicted!


Replays of that trauma

As if human emote lost

To some violent storm


Creatures creep out

Seeking their husbands

Demanding they LOVE ME


Women that have not 

Built that muscle of love

That virtue of selfish word


Berated by her into coward

Lest I too should be denied

By those who carried away


Screens flitting that empty

All abashedness from will

To imagine her dear desire


Masking that relation, hot

In deep contrition of hate

Against the men who hate


And those men against me

Brought down hell upon me

For choice to flounce slay


This sexual jiu-jitsu move

Trained upon me to isolate

By demanding connection


To the most vile of women

To the lowest of the low

The most evil females born


Nay!


I refuse to connect to her

Whose sword against me

Wielded death and decay


I refuse to connect to her

Some knowledge of flesh

To see that eye flash sin


That most brutal demand

By those unaware of state

Presumptuous of who I am


Blank stare eye peeks back

Eyes wide at this the unholy

Not in judgement, curious


Trash placed about meticulous

Carefully manicured in jest

Of that faux home of matrim


They won because they reach

Out into the atmosphere by

You, your bloody pawprint


Stamped upon my neck in hate

Malice dressed as love disrobed

By command and decrees set


Can I escape these daemons 

Whose programming by God

Devastate my conscience way?


Upset by that determination

To maintain my composure

To eradicate the sin of full


Sin, minus, without, missing

That duplicated inverse time

By whose tick the circle wave


Lossless compression of man

Into some photographic sim

Dreaming while asleep at life


Pornographic words income!

That verbose tell of cucked

Who in life gave way to men


Pissed out by that violence

Against me to fear as animal

Blood flows the meses scree


Punted into the field by team

Whose cheerleaders fading

Fall into chaos by crippling


Could some threesome fold

Into perpetuality, pressed

Ironed out into creased will?


These concepts etched hard

That precious slough of cum

Deranged against the blush


That quick regard of mammal

Whose deep recognition clit

That I was dehumanizing me


Cocoon until some safer time.




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📅 Written October 24, 2023

📍 Written in Aurora, Colorado near the West Toll Gate Creek

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Thanks for reading this poem! I've consumed pornography for decades, sometimes more successful at JUST NOT DOING IT, sometimes not. I noticed that when I would consume pastors and preachers content, especially Steven Anderson, I would often immediately feel compelled to retreat to that cave.

Recently someone commented about porn again and the importance of quitting it for young men and it stirred in me a frustration at not being heard, at someone speaking at me, not to me, someone that wasn't paying attention to the reach of their words and the importance of curiosity.

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