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Just for youLegs,
Up and over,
Down and through,
Wrap me up just for you.
Tie me tight.
Yes I'll fight.
This gag and this rope
Barely stop my bite.
Just a little fun
In the moonlight,
With a soft grey hew,
Caressing my skin,
Evoking a grin
Which is about to begin.
Flesh RebornSurging sexuality screaming dark lust between my thighs
Screaming vengeance for a thousand lonely nights
As energy palpitates and our lungs exude loving cries
And I find myself mesmerized
By your muscles pulsing grasping reaching
Around my frail and fragile form
Glistening sweat beneath the light of the moon
And daring to adorn
My flesh with those sweating drops of love
From your flesh grown warm
Exude a sigh
And a thousand lonely
Fade in dawns early
And we hold each other close
Of all that ever was and is
A Place of DesolationA look outside my window reveals
A static place where little can be enjoyed.
Just a bit of space and stuff and location.
Not even a place where one can be properly employed.
A mere blip in time filled with desolation
That some people imagine is a place
Just to feel some satisfaction.
It makes me laugh when I think of how
It's so close to the hustle and bustle of a city
As to be concidered part of that place,
Yet any connection seems to be much more imaginary
To such an area so base.
I wonder how anyone could call this spot their home,
When the only fauna and flora consists of
Stray dogs and cats and bushes sparcely grown.
I'm not here by choice, you know.
Perhaps no one is.
Perhaps this is the between place where the soda of humanity
Looses it's pop and fizz.
The place where people stop to take a wizz.
More than anything it's a forgotten place.
Most people hardly give it a passing glance.
A few further defile it so as to laugh at it's discrace.
The only thing this place really knows is
Delicacy of LifeLife, beautiful though it may be,
Never lasts for eternity.
Like the frail petals
On a flower they stand
Until the rose bud releases their hand,
Souls whisked away in the breeze
To be tousled amongst the trees.
Never Stop TryingBeautiful soul,
Never stop trying,
For while some live,
Others are dying
And others have grown weary
From the sighing and crying
Over their loved ones
Who in the earth are lying,
But someone must do the task
Of carrying on
And protecting the ones not yet gone,
So prepare yourself for the morning light
And never forget to remember to fight.
The tune of your life, and the music of your soulMy fingers know the keys
My heart knows the music
I know the song of your soul.
The tune is playing
Notes so full of joy
As you take the world in whole.
I hear your song playing
Again and again
And I wish it could be mine
But compared to you
My life is a stain
So full of darkness
So full of sadness and grief
Flowing from a spout of madness
As I disappear into a dark crevass
Knowing I can get no relief.
I hear the notes rising
I hear the notes fall.
No matter what you do
Still the song is beautiful,
And oh how it makes me jealose,
Oh how it fills me with rage,
As your notes leap and bound and dance
Off the page.
Yet still the world captures me in a cage,
Unable to grasp that beauty that is life
As the clock ticks and ticks and ticks
And time draws it's claws across my back
So much I almost wish that I could die.
Yet still your sweet tune plays,
Reminding me of the days
When my life was a violin,
Playing notes so resplendant
As to leave my current state appearing
Purely wholly and comple
TDP: Flight: The Avians Vs The PteropinesIt's my 18th birthday, and if I'm part of the 10 percent of the population of Earth Minor, I will be able to chose to evolve into either an Avian or a Pteropine. For the duration of the day, my body will become sensitive to my psyche and I will flow from one to the next as I please. However, midnight is the gene setting hour. Once my genes are set, I will remain either an Avian or Pteropine forever.
I've grown up dreaming of becoming an Avian. Avians are beautiful people with milky white fluffy feathered wings on which to fly. The Avians are good people, that spend their days using their wings to help others. Like the Pteropines, they do bear fangs, but their fangs are merely a vestigial element, used only on rare occasions for self defense. They offer a hard surface bite, but in actuality are quite blunt for fangs, making them useless for things like blood sucking, which is what the Pteropines must do to survive. For their sake though, it is highly beneficial in the respect that they
TDP: Flight: How the blind man seesI once knew a blind man that always wore a blind fold over his eyes. Were this a movie, I could say that his character was played by the part of Dean Stockwell (if you don't know him, try to watch an episode of Quantum Leap, which is on netflix if you have it). Although he was a more quiet and contemplative character in my story then he is on that show.
He was sitting on a chair in a room that could have been the dining room of his small little house. Could have been but wasn't. All it had in it was a chair sitting back in the corner, near the entrance to the next room. It faced inward towards the room, as if to engage it like one would engage their friends in a conversation. If the room could speak, it would say, tan floral curtains probably aren't popular anymore, but you do have an interesting fashion sense for a blind man. It would say, blindness doesn't pay well, so a small kitchen, small dining room, small living room, and hardly an entry are probably all you're going to get, and
TDP: Flight: Obstacle course in the skyI was standing outside looking up at the clouds. It was such a sunny sky though, and somehow I was noticing the depth in the clouds like I never do on a normal day. I felt like I was seeing a depth that could only exist up in the sky. I've had plenty of dreams of flying, but I've never gotten up that high. It's never been cloudy either. I know it's not true, but as I'm staring up at these clouds, I'm wishing desperately that I could fly aaaall the way up to them, and then just sit down for a while on their soft puffy surface, maybe even lay down for awhile.
Thinking about the depth of the clouds inspired another thought though. I realized that if I stopped moving for too long, I would become restless. I would need a new challenge. I would need a new thing to reach for that gets my blood pumping and really makes life feel like it's worth living. That depth though, that would be the challenge. All that texture is an opportunity for an obstacle course for me to climb and leap and slide al
Ink From Paper To WristSo many broken promises
Lie under the surface of artificial smiles
And if you could just see under her sleeves
You'd see into her heart for miles
One wrist is hectic
One wrist cut straight
The first symbolizes love
The second represents her hate
She misses having a purpose
Even when the purpose was pain
Because now she can't cry anymore
And has no reason to dance in the rain
She swore she'd fight this demon
So she threw the razor away
So now the cuts can't get deeper
And the demons gone for another day.
Poem...Thing.Curled in a corner
crying in pain and rejection
a soft hand on my shoulder
I turn and look
a gentle smile looks down
offers a hand
a few sniffles
I take it
he pulls me up
I look down
he tilts my head up gently
no words were spoken
but it is like we know
we know what the other is thinking
he can feel my sorrow
I can feel his pity
I close my eyes
more tears run down
his finger wipes them from my cheeks
a soft whisper tells me not to worry
I'm in his arms
smiles on both our faces
he holds me close against his chest
"It's alright. I'll protect you."
his voice was deep and powerful
my eyes closed
he stroked my head with a gentle hand
his hand turned to two fingers
with two they ran along my back
he grew larger as I grew smaller
but the gentle, assuring grin grew as well
my heart jumped as he knew
he knew my heart
his hand surrounded me with such care
I curled in comfort
feeling the love surround me
my eyes closed
everything was perfect
Everything was perfect
From the heartYou carry scars and walk with tired eyes,
Only you know your heart and what happens inside.
Unending pain, memories, can bind your mind,
And that past can truly hurt, only one step behind.
No matter how many came before the seventy two,
Dont ever forget that one promise, you made to you.
In time scars fade, but your promise will keeps its power,
When your heart starts to hurt, no matter the hour,
Always remember it, never let depression devour.
Life can be a battle, there are times you must truly fight,
Know you arent alone, and give it all your might.
There are things that can happen, that can never be taken back,
Others can be hidden, thrown away in a sack.
Good things will come, they will push away the bad,
Everytime, I too will be there, whenever you are sad.
These hands may be strong, but with them i choose to write,
Here is what i choose to do, i need not for any might.
Each tear on the page, a testament to care.
Really each one, and shed them i dare.
Please remain strong, and ne
Take Me AwaySomeone please take me away from here.
I don't know how much longer I can last.
I'll go insane.
Just take me away.
I'm gonna cry everyday.
I'm never gonna sleep.
I'm gonna die pretty soon.
Please just rescue me.
From this horrible place.
That many call life.
turn around againi've heard you're completely over me
that you've already found another me
so i changed who i was
i killed the girl you love
i put her out of her misery
on the day that could have been the half or one year month
that was the day you stopped
i managed to sobbing long enough to keep my steady gaze straight ahead when you did a double take
i exchanged glances with my partner
we fallowed you out into the snow
i kept time with you fast and steady gait that fled down the snowy hill
you made it just steps away from where you dug your heels in and said i wasn't enough
that day you turned around
you looked me in the eye
your hands stayed in your pockets
you hair was just like i remembered it
i wondered if i were to run my hands through it if it would feel the same it did two years ago
i can't see the white of color of your eyes
but i know that if i was that close the exact shade of brown they would be
how easily they light up when you laugh
i didn't dare say a word when you slowed down to fix yo
Dutch CourageSo here we are; the bitch and the coward
Things still scratch your itch but for me they've soured
I've hinted at the truth, still you don't see
You're still aloof and it vexes me
I'm not playing hard to get, I don't want anything more
You wanted a pet, I wanted a whore
Weeks after our encounter you're still in my ear
So let me down these dregs and make it clear
And I'm aware I didn't mention this all from the start
But a drunken mind speaks with a sober heart
The One with CourageEvery rose has a thorn.
Some stray from the flower,
not wanting to risk the thorn.
The very thing that makes a rose unique,
is the very thing that makes it unwanted.
The bloom will fray.
For nothing lasts forever.
But until death, remains the thorn.
Keeping some at bay.
Others try to remove the thorn,
attempt to make it perfect.
But without a thorn,
the rose is fake.
The bloom will fray quicker.
A rose is simply not complete,
without her thorn.
There will always be that one,
that has the courage to accept the rose,
thorn and all.
He shall not be pricked by the thorn.
the thorn makes the rose all the more beautiful,
FlamesA selfless act
you're far too kind,
for all world's eyes.
You're slipping fast
into a terrible place,
unhappy, and broken,
and torn to shreds,
categorized by your
Make yourself happy,
do you a favor,
and take the garbage out.
of invalid emotions,
set your body free.
You'll find love and happiness,
where it's meant to be.
Memories are a fantastic thing,
they make the world go round,
but they're memories,
things of old,
and they're something meant to be seen.
Or held in your arms,
my dear I love you, so,
I hope you'll do what's right for you,
and let the old flames go.
TearsTears are not a sign of weakness
tears don't mean that you aren't strong
tears are pain that hid inside you
tears mean you held on for far too long
Crying doesn't mean you've given up
it doesn't mean that you are done
it does not mean that you are broken
so babe just let your sweet tears run
Each tear contains a piece of you
damaged, broken, beaten down
tears are pain you push away
tears are sadness washing out
So don't be afraid to let them run
don't hold in your glistening tears
let them pull out the damage
that you collected all your years
Lost in LoveI need someone
And you need someone too
I feel that I am drifting
In a dream without a clue
Dreaming of the girl
That I could be
Looking in the mirror
Wondering who it is that's me
When everyone is asking me
To be someone else
I just want to be free
To hold you close
To hold you tight
To know that something
Won't fall away
I don't know who I am
But I know for sure
That I need you today
I know that I mean something
When I see your eyes
Softly gently lovingly gazing
At the person that is me
And I wonder oh I wonder
How that could be
And who is it you see
When your staring back at me
It's almost like you see someone
It's like you know who I am
And I wonder how anyone can
But I need you honey
I need you darling
I love the person that is you
I wonder what it says about who I am
If I'm in love with you
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