Knock Knock. Oh dope!
Someone's tapping on my door!
Knock Knock. **** yeah!
Nobody comes here anymore.
Knock Knock. This is great!
Pure excitement can't be ignored!
Click Swing. I sing "what's up," just to find:
A girl, in another world, knocking on my neighbor's door
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 12:51 PM UTC
'I want to be your first so bad'
She whispers in my ear
Near the warm TV glow
But the flow: so slow from her lips.
In complete belief, I believe
Her breaths,
Despite her face: dimmed by dim lights.
The Gamecube murmurs and my heart takes flight.
Then reaching,
To touch her face,
She redirects me to the base
Of her hips; changing clips
From love to lust.
Perhaps she must...
But not for me.
Not me.
To fall for a friend,
In the end, is all.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 4:14 AM UTC
Today I will be the strings that I strum;
Gently thundering by the will of my thumb,
Constantly changing by rhythm and tone,
Based on my finger—No-- based on my bone.
Today I will be the tack in the wall
Providing stability for friends in need,
I won’t let them loose, I won’t let them fall!
And I’ll show them that they can trust me.
Perhaps a digression, perhaps a mad switch
Perhaps I’m acting like a son of a *****
But always being taken advantage of
Starts to strain my love… so…
Tomorrow I will be servant to no one.
Going about the day until my day is done.
But today I’ll be those strings that I strum
And tonight I’ll just fill my throat with ***
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 1:22 PM UTC
On that toasty July night
Both my hands, wrapped in delight
And candles ruining moonlight,
I thought of you. And the sun.
I realized there, my time was so near
While feeling no fear
And shedding no tear
The night became cool and I started to run
Loathing love. Knife to my Neck
Brought memories of her my heart won't forget
An ineffable feeling. My ship is a wreck
Upon tranquil seas... No hands are on deck
And finding, at last, the sickening truth
That bone by bone, and tooth by tooth
I can see only one side
Causing our ships to collide.
Mine: torn and tugged below the tide
As you remain.
The same.
Goodbye.
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 1:08 PM UTC