You call me Lesbian
I say, yes I am
You call me Gay
I say, yes I am
You call me Bi-sexual
I say, yes I am
You call me Transgender
I say, yes I am
It doesn't matter what you call me
It doesn't matter what you think
you will not change who I am
I am who I am
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 10:54 PM UTC
I'LL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF
AND I'LL **** STRAIGHT DOWN YOUR THROAT
YOU DUMB ******* *****
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 7:55 PM UTC
The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinuviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.
There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.
Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening.
He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
And one by one with sighing sound
Whispering fell the beechen leaves
In the wintry woodland wavering.
He sought her ever, wandering far
Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
By light of moon and ray of star
In frosty heavens shivering.
Her mantle glinted in the moon,
As on a hill-top high and far
She danced, and at her feet was strewn
A mist of silver quivering.
When winter passed, she came again,
And her song released the sudden spring,
Like rising lark, and falling rain,
And melting water-bubbling.
He saw the elven-flowers spring
About her feet, and healed again
He longed by her to dance and sing
Upon the grass untroubling.
Again she fled, but swift he came,
Tinuviel! Tinuviel!
He called her by her elvish name;
And there she halted listening.
One moment stood she, and a spell,
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinuviel
That in his arms lay glistening.
As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering.
Tinuviel the elven-fair
Immortal maiden elven-wise,
About him cast her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering.
Long was the way that fate them bore
O'er stony mountains cold and grey
Through halls of iron and darkling door
And woods of nightshade morrowless.
The Sundering Seas between them lay,
And yet at last they met once more,
And log ago they passed away
In the forest singing sorrowless.
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 7:54 PM UTC
you always had a way about you that
made my heart and mind
burst with moon dust because i was so enamored with the way you could shine.
a regular enigma, you are open, yet closed, fearful, yet fearless. A heart of craters with strange places and desires.
you dazzle and dizzy me with your habits and reckless behavior. you throw away kisses like comets. you make planets bloom with life. you make orbiting satellites sigh and you use your hands to carve into me, reducing me to a blushing twilight.
i found a leftover constellation that fell from your gaze and burned into my skin.
you're otherworldly. and it seems to me that you could have any pick of dazed sunshine stained lips, any number of Saturn's rings, and even could warm the coldest hearts on Pluto.
but, i just have one question.
the stars in your eyes,
are they from my galaxy?
(or are they left for someone else...)
Sincerely,
a sick with wondering, starstruck, moon.
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 7:52 PM UTC
Beautiful
The word you said as you kissed my lips
You've repaired me
Helped me
Helped me love myself
When i could barely love another
Hugged me so tight the broken pieces fit together
Now you've ripped out the stitches you repaired me with
You've moved on without warning
The stitches you've reclaimed
being weaved into another's soul
Beautiful
that wonderful word carved from the Earth
the joyful word we all love
ruined forever
as you kiss another's lips.
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 7:51 PM UTC