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 Feb 2017 GaryFairy
Demonatachick
Warmth is what we crave, our hearts fuel to the fire, caressing one another's flesh, taking each other higher, fight my bruising kisses, let me tease you as I mar, that which I do worship, every heartbeat, every scar, cage my hand inside yours, hold me tighter than you dare, constrict around my heart my love, it's open and it's bared.
For you, always.
 Feb 2017 GaryFairy
Lunarian
I'm the little housecat
who hangs out with dogs
plays with frogs
and yarns at the shiny ball

I'm the little girl
who'd rather play football
than volleyball
and would rather not text my crush, but call

I'm the old man
who'd rather go swimming
than watching who's line is it?
or golfing tournaments.

This is why I'm misunderstood by everyone
they see it one-way and I see hundreds
Which way is acceptable?

I'm the little boy
who thought he was into girls, because they called him a man
but grew older to find out
I love other men.

I'm the art student
whom everyone says that should just drop out of school
take a different major, be a boss, make rules.
Then discovers that without art they'd be as lost as the world of fools

It would seem everyone has their own opinion
about what everyone else should be, or what and how everyone should do
However, each choice made.
should be the choices made with you own heart.
So what you want to do.
just some thoughts. getting them off the chest rather quickly -.-
 Feb 2017 GaryFairy
September
cannot trust a thought.
i know not if i am action, reaction, overreaction.
i reside somewhere between emotion and environment
all you are is a response to everything around you.
take it all in, endothermic reaction.
 Feb 2017 GaryFairy
Demonatachick
You cannot break the broken, you can't live in the past, throw that memory away, you cannot let it stay, oh I wish I had the power to change every wasted hour, to knock down this growing tower under which I fearfully cower, in my ball of self regret.

             
                    I can remember:

                Tears that I have shed.

                 Lies that I have said.

                 Pain I have inflicted.

              Oh how I feel conflicted.


But know now this, for it is true, for all the things I can't undo, I'd never regret loving you.
No sleep = creativity, how does that work?
Oml this made the daily poem, thank you so much everyone!!
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