A life without love
Is like an ocean without fish
A garden without flowers
A sound without noise
A life without love
Is a morning without coffee
A smile without joy
A word without letters
A life without love
Is a life without you
And the life I am living
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC
Be my poison and be my drugs
Give me lustful kisses and tighter hugs
Love me with pain and show me the pleasure
Bury me in lust like your hidden treasure
Caress my body and stroke my face
Pull my hair and let our bodies race
Moan your curses and scream your shame
Bite my skin in this lustful game
Give me more you're my addiction
I love the heat and I love the friction
Slap me here and scratch me there
Show me your eyes, your **** stare
Punish me I need to be taught by my master
Keep going! Don't stop! I want it to go faster!
I'm gonna burst! This deed is almost complete!
When we're done lets lather, rinse and repeat.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
When I first saw this mysterious guy
I thought my heart stopped
I tried to ignore it for a while
But I failed to
So I tried to let it stay that way
In fact, I almost forget to breathe
Every week, I get to have a chance
To take a look at him for a couple of minutes
Though a little bit from a far
And a chance to listen to him as well
Because he's actually a musician too
As he tried to press every key from that piano
I can feel that
It matches perfectly to the rhythm my heart beats
Then one time, our eyes met
I got no choice, but to quickly lose my gaze
But suddenly I cannot
So we stared quite for a while
But sad to say that’s just it
I meant like a painting where you only get a chance to appreciate such
As you look carefully through it
And funny to say, that’s simply how we did it
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC
Pain is beauty:
The thick, swollen red line
Runs jagged between my hip-bones
To right beneath my belly button:
Peeking out from under my
Drawstring pants
As my figure wavers
In the fogged bathroom mirror reflection:
Beauty masks pain.
I focus on a freckle above my midriff
While my stomach heaves in and out-
A testament that I'm still Here.
Life is concealment
Of all the run ins with death
That we are too humble to
Praise
With the same unabashed glory
That we attribute to the very
God- whose own son's hands
Were marred with the scars
Of a self righteousness
That isn't felt in hospital recovery rooms.
Sensations are transitory-
Leaving subtle marks upon our fragile
Bodies,
A reminder
That death can never be beaten;
I trace my fingers across
The rigged Scar- but I don't feel
Anything-
I don't feel the missing faulty pieces
Of my body,
Carefully extracted like a childhood
Game of Operation:
They didn't belong there, anymore.
Beauty has fallen
(Down from the right hand of god)
Into the arms of modern medicine,
Adorned with sickly sweet lilies
And medals of honor
Pinned upon the breast
Of anyone tragic enough
To experience
Life
Without the security
Of a timely exit.
I am whole because my experiences
Are hidden beneath a functioning
Exterior:
My marred flesh burns against
The heavy fabric draped over
Last summer.
Experience is merely a fallacy
For survival:
My raised skin outlines
A tragedy too human
To pray about over the dinner table.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 4:09 PM UTC
When did you become more than just a friend?
I don't remember ever giving you permission to drive me crazy...
I never asked you to make me fall madly and helplessly in love with you.
I blame you, it's your fault!
Because of you I can't look you in the face without hurting.
I can't speak to you without losing control of what I might say.
You make me nervous, you drive me nuts.
I want to love you...
I want you to love me!
I want you to share what I feel. The pain, the passion and the lust.
But this is too much.
I have to forget you, I have to keep you away.
I'm sorry I hurt you, I'm sorry for what I said.
I'm sorry for the pain and the tears I made you cry.
I'm sorry for losing a friend, but in the end,
You will always be more than just a friend...
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 8:34 AM UTC
You are a book with many pages
You are a fabric with an endless design
You are a quote that has a moral lesson
You are a flower that has yet to bloom
I wish to see what's written inside you
I wish to examine the quality of who you are
I wish to understand what you mean
I wish to nurture you into what you have yet to become
I want to finish reading every word
I want to create you into a masterpiece
I want to use you in my sentences
I want to care for you, before you bloom
I will share your whole story with the world
I will show them you are the most gorgeous gown
I will show them the importance of using you in sentences
I will show them your beauty before you wilt.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 8:34 AM UTC