I want naked people on the moon
I want dancing flowers around the sun
I saw you in the crowd smilin baby
I couldn’t ask for more
I saw a child dreaming today
And I saw a mother cry
I see new things everyday
None is erased from the mind
I’d rather see a face darling
With no worries of tomorrow
Because what is life? A joke anyways
And all we need is some comfort
Let’s be comfortable together
Naked, all eachothers
Free from each other but free together
Let’s make a world from each other
Lets make a world from each other
Let’s make fun of this joke
Recreate the meaning, put some unicorns too
Oh how I low the fountain below
Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
If I was Addicted to ******
It would be the same feeling
But you keep me away
from what I should belong to.
So many people pass me by
Asking for my heart
I can’t give them something tied to you
How many faces
How many bodies should pass me by?
All they do is
bring me closer to you...
Don’t say no,
I know we’re not the
Relationship kind of people
But I can’t be with anybody else
And I can’t stop seeing of your lips and not kiss them
What a shame, what a loss
****** its perfect dose
Enough to knock me down but don’t **** me
It’s painful to think of
When I let him kiss me tonight
All I thought of was you
Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 3:38 PM UTC
The silence is a blank.
Nothingness.
Only he can fill the space
That strange, curious being.
My heart heaves, beckoning to him.
that man.
that girl.
that wonder.
I am so lonely- lone, lonesome, unaccompanied.
But there is a key for every lock.
A silence for every cry.
Hope.
It's a patient thing.
Hope.
That human, who i crave, is full of life.
Laughs, smiles, in spite of my quirky mind.
In cold, rainy days
she dances/he dances in poetry,
with an unnamed beauty.
his warmth fills
a thousand bitter caverns,
a thousand ice wastes.
and My eyes closes at night,
comforted by love itself.
Because his love has a tomorrow.
Her love guarantees another day.
No-one is made of stone,
least of all me,
with my queer little ways,
and my fantastical mind.
but he accepts that,
welcomes that, a
s a completion to a set.
A rebel,
a stallion within a field of ponies.
Red, fiery red,
not afraid to be free.
does what he wants,
when she wants,
despite the obstacles.
A perfect imperfection.
But I'm dreaming.
She is impossible.
He is impossible...
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 12:13 AM UTC
Waiting...
Waiting.
Waiting for him to think of you.
Waiting to be woken up
From the deepest dream
By a heavy knock.
Excited, nervous,
Pure, gentle.
Longing...
Longing to welcome him
Longing to feel,
To touch,
To kiss,
To fall.
Pretending
it's only for awhile
Wishing
it's forever.
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 1:56 AM UTC
He said "thank you"
I don't know why.
Didn't ask, just stayed still
And quiet
As he moved afar
Then I moved afar
I looked behind,
the distance was long
But I will always wonder
Why he thanked me and then went on...
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 2:31 PM UTC
Here I am, lover lost before falling
Lust taking over.
Left with nothing but
imagination of hopes, dreams.
Of falling softly and slowly.
I'm walking away from you.
Walking away.
Because I believe you are no good.
But hell, how would I know?
I'm just afraid of you not feeling anything.
So I'm walking away, silently,
unexplained.
But Baby, I wish i can have you around.
Keep you in my palms, play around,
then let you go when I want.
Always twinkle your interest,
without losing my sense of self,
My own strength.
But human are not to be controlled…
**** i wish there was a way.
You seem so perfect with your body around me.
You, me where we fit.
And I love your little ways,
and your warm face, and your kind of beard…
AND...
I love that you are a silent rock,
only sometimes unravels
but even then, not really.
& I love your little ways.
Your quick, non-lasting smiles.
Your stubborn heart.
Your stubborn hands, arms, body…
Your stubborn words.
Your shy words.
Your quick ways,
your changing moods.
Your silent mysteries,
your loud and goofy mysteries… I love it all.
I love it all.
I love it all.
But I must leave you to my mind.
A book,
a poem,
a song.
I must leave you for
other women to enjoy.
I hate the thought.
I hate the thought.
I fear it all.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 2:22 PM UTC
And I will finish what we had started
with someone else.
Another body
Another soul
A stranger.
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 12:50 PM UTC
When body shakes of confusion
He never thinks of me.
As time forces its tension
He never thinks of me.
He never thinks of me.
He never thinks of me.
He never thinks of me.
Down I lay to wonder
He never thinks of me.
I give in, I surrender
He never thinks of me.
Does he ever think of me?
Perhaps,
Maybe,
If only.
I, a tiger
He, unaware.
Both still lonely.
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 8:41 PM UTC
Complacent me
You are a toy of mine
As I watch you move
I control your soul and mind
But it’s all inside my head
I’m ******* ****** up
Temporary pleasure
Fills
The night
Becomes morning, slowly
Kills me
I die
I die
I die
Every time…
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 8:39 PM UTC
The world changes sometimes
It starts as a big blue ice
then it melts as the dogmas slip away
from the hands of the strangers.
And when it melts it is beautiful...
Everything that makes a soul dance.
No squares or other shapes,
no fittings...
simply existing
in space
freely and eternally
swimming around
nothingness.
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 7:59 PM UTC