isn't it such a delectable pleasure to have secrets?
To relish, to roll in, coil up and into all your little hidden truths and sigh with contentment-
because who can hurt you when they don't know who you really are?
When every insult they think drives a knife straight into the kidney simply bounces easily off a warm, cipherous coat-
isn't that just a lovely, safe feeling?
I delight in the inner smirk that smoothed across my conciousness as I glance around at my teachers in my honors classes and think,
none of you know what I did last weekend
I will squeeze these secrets like wether's originals,
savoring every bit of pleasure from the vaguely illegal and scandalous-
I have come to the conclusion that I do bad things every now and again just so I can enjoy not telling anyone about them
I picture your face changing
Screwing up like a piece of crumpled paper
As my fist hits hard into your cheekbone
I listen with delight at your screams
My nails digging into your scalp
As I pull your hairs statistically from their follicles
I laugh as your tears fall upon your cheeks
As I spit my venom into your face
Wiping it disrespectfully over your beauty
I burn you with my words of hatred
Speaking words of anger for affect
And the bitter truth for my amusement
I smile sweetly as I look at you
Listening to your nonsense
Imagining all I want to do
You'll never know what lies behind my eyes
And my smile
it was christmas in the forest the animals were there
a racoon and a rabbit and great big bear
they gathered all together to have some christmas fun
in the snow so deep beneath the winter sun
they built a great big snowman very big and white
with a pipe and hat and a scarf so very bright
then they made some snowballs to have a snowball fight
playing in the snow gave them such delight
they were very happy that christmas time was here
it gave them so much fun and lots of christmas cheer
Peace to you I say,
freely as the sun conduct the birds singing.
Trees reach for the stars daily
I live for your delight.
We chill and relax when necessary
and stand for honor and truth.
Voice linger in silent
Eyes are the souls
Peace to you I say, until we are no more.
I've been avoiding you on purpose
Because I dread you will know what I do
I have too many secrets
But I'm terrified of disappointing you
As you know I am Bipolar
This is hard for me to say
People misinterpret what it means
I fear rejection every day
And when I'm manic, oh baby, I'm high
I have no limitations
Fuck the sky
When I'm depressed I weep and I scream
I don't do anything but think about my dream
What if I told you that I love the topic of sex?
That I crave a fellow soul who loves it just as much as me
What if I told you I fucked your ex?
A side of me you never thought you would never see
How would you feel if I told you I've never been in love?
Would you think its a lie?
Or the fact that every time I wake up I think of 1,000 Ways To Die
I write on the daily
But the words struggle to flow
Trying to figure out where every phrase and metaphor can go
Everything I've been doing lately feels like a fight
Have I told you about my scars?
Gosh, I'm such a delight
Do you know about the abuse?
Would you have helped me if you were there?
Or would you lie to me like that bitch who said I'd get in so much trouble
Do you really care?
Are friends really forever?
Are you even there?
I play soft music to keep me sedated. Music that lifts my spirits but keeps me grounded. I move slowly to make the day go by quickly. Movements that keep me busy but quiets my mind. Stay busy, distracted to save me from crashing. A daydream that sets with the sun. Like a heart in motion. Like water, I dove in. The deep end gave way to great depths, an intriguing abyss. This expedition will be unlimited in finding affection, reflections of a wonderful truth. These memories tempt me into fantasies - lost in the wooded forests of my benign mind, I wander. I've traveled, in the valleys of my heart, conquered mountains and then left them, leaving them in my shadows. I've drank from sweetest mountain streams, climbed the trees, and gazed at the stars. But there's one mountain, whose range is an expanse in my heart, great heights in my mind. Limitless resources. Unexplored territory, a vastness of protection. Mountains so high, I lose my breath - or I am totally swept away. The soft air tosses my hair, invades my lungs, drowns me in your song. In this moment I am happy. I wish you were here. The loneliness and fear have disappeared, my mind is clear and my heart is free. I feel bold in this adventure, my strength has returned, these emotions burn, I am ready for anything. I've never been so excited, thrilled for what is next. Carried away by your swift currents on the surface of your depths. As if I'm in the most open meadows, I dance with delight, it is real. It is your smile, your gazing eyes and delicious kisses that keep me in the clouds, never wanting to come down.....
Looking at you, I realize I could lay around all day wearing nothing but your kiss....
honey bee … sweet honeyed bee
humming and bumbling
titillatingly buzzing , drunken stumbling ,
wallowing insatiably in blossom's touch
intoxicated within velvety enchantment
impaired by sticky silken pearlessence
the sweet elixir of luscious petals waft
tantalizing little smitten honey bee kisses
brushed of intensely hued honeyed nectar
weighted by pollination's residues
woozy... grounded in an enraptured daze
ne’er desire to fly away again
drawn into mesmerizing hibernation
surrendering , heretofore only a simple wish
... to be held eternally
... lifted by the wings of love
petals enshroud forever wishes
total unconditional embrace imbibes delight
unabridged repose of slumber awaits
enslaved by one love's petaled cocoon
the sweetest rhapsody manifests
honey bee nuzzles the last winter rose ...
~ honeyed blissfulness forevermore ~
If only I were a little honey bee
... and , you the blossoming rose
... oh how sweet I'd be for to hold
... enslaved by your hallowed petals' kiss
Collect tan and bring in the sin to sacrifice to overlord contraption!
Use up all the forest and burn the earth to ash
The longest flash is too short for pulping to take hold and turn her into here
There I am now, too far gone to see the stars as sun
Annotated and annoyed so SUFFER THE MOON
Da-da-da-da listen to the Cr-A-Zy musIC MY FRIENDS!
Long last thou heart through cold and heat alike and melt side' the mire FORE the lieutenant LATE
Bass and soul go together and GROW
One letter away from sold-so-few!
How doth fright and fought be told to TEN-BILLION array of conceptual delight
Does it sound good to you or will it hurt your brain and ears and scar your delicate flesh
Do you enjoy it or does the passion inform you of your recently muddied thought?
I enjoy it thus I am it, and I am it so it goes without saying it is me
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
i like to watch the cheetah running at such speed
chasing after prey so he can have a feed
as grace full as can be and fast as speed of light
a creature with such beauty brings me such delight
when his meal has finished and filled his appetite
he sleeps among the grass completley out of sight