Don't.
It's a lie to keep you wanting something that nobody is guaranteed to find in life.
It's a lie that keeps you unhappy even at your best, unsatisfied, wanting something unneeded to live a fulfilled life.
It's a lie to keep you insecure, second-guessing your purpose, even if there are a million reasons to look at yourself with pride.
It's a lie that haunts you because you let it become the ghost of your life.
Sep 9, 2023
Sep 9, 2023 at 9:32 AM UTC
From down the depths of setting clouds,
reaching to lift the earth around,
playing on shattered rays; sundown,
a heart bestows his love to love
Every breath reds his skin,
a ****** of lust; a shackle of roughs,
his kisses; a vile of touch,
his gaze; a blazing must
For oceans erupt in fondling clouds,
like a love that loves to love,
yes, his heart's for him and only his,
forever and ever, he'll be his only him
Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 1:56 AM UTC
The prayer from a distance
a fusion of illusions, a summit of delusion,
the lustrous tones binding hopes--dissolved.
The prayer from a distance
Again a vivid desire,
too uncouth to confront.
A rivalling mist searching
amidst,
many mouths' discerning noises,
looking for a crescent
to leap down,
to grasp
what is fading;
a solemn soul's core
of another's loving prayer.
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 12:59 AM UTC
Ah! You're already here
I've been waiting dear
This you have to hear
It's somethin' to adhere
It's tongues dried
and lungs fried
Not other way around
And I don't refund
So let's get down
to what you want
The tastes I own;
the ones you'll flaunt
Cracked bones
and hacked jaws
Charred toes
and bottled gore
From pickled hearts
to private parts
Just say the name,
I've got it all
Just take your time
and think it through
And when it's right
I'll come find you
It's been a while
Did you decide?
Just ditch your pride
and speak your mind
So it's 'crispy skin'?
'kay, I'll let you in
Let's taste your kin
Yes, it's not a sin
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 12:28 PM UTC
Tresses of hair cascading behind
Gentle footsteps caressing her pride
Yards of white tulle and satin hide
her moon-soaked stature; so divined
A glowing aura she emanates; so bright
Each step she takes spawns ripples in time
Her winged soldiers waltz mid-flight
as she sings and summons the frozen clime
Her sight; a blessing or a curse, unsure
Her beauty; chilling, yet a promiscuous lure
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 4:05 AM UTC
Lulling to the cicadas screeching
nightly
Bulging dew drops shimmering
brightly
Tree limbs grasping moonlight
tightly
Fireflies flickering ever so
slightly
Fairies tickling flowers; so
sprightly
Centaurs galloping bare, but
knightly
It's true that I should admit
rightly
Nights at the grove are nothing but sightly
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 6:47 AM UTC
He's dire; he's uncanny
Stuck in my dead body
He's a brute; he's a boar
He's brewing my gore
Breathing my breath
gorging my soul
picking my scabs
and licking my throat
Pastors; squealing nonsense
Thick with smothering incense
Shamans; howling vengeance
Maggots and rotting pungence
Nibbling your dimple
he bruises your temple
Twisting your ankle
he craves you ample
Sep 16, 2020
Sep 16, 2020 at 2:14 PM UTC
Through the witching hour she cries
Veiled stories flood her mind
swept by mellifluous tones of lust
Still, conscience breaks through her skin
Traces of fingertips and lips
patterned on her supple skin
Yet her mind wanders; mistakes,
longing to touch the bottom
a bottomless abyss of sins
Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 11:39 AM UTC