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I want to whisper,
In your heart, so perfectly,
Beating within you.
What if the world didn’t need to be saved and there was no world wide drama nor end of days…
We would still need to **** our food, rip it from its nature, cook it in our stew!
Traveler Tim
I could write about castles and elves and fated love all night long but then I'd ignore all my chores and dream
the day gone
I can write these enemies into perfect lovers but where's my energy to fold these freshly washed quilted covers?
The slow burn ends when my pen hits the page but when I'm met with reality
all I feel is rage
And in my poetry I find escape but I'm just staring at my wall, and hitting my vape.
But this is real life- it's not a story
And you're not a heroine designed for tragic glory
It's not that I'm needy
Nor is it because I'm bored
It's just the ineffable fact
That life's a little grayer
Without you
I think you're beautiful
From your soul to your toes
And though you don't like it,
I love your big nose
I think you're pretty,
stealing glances at me
My cheeks will get rosy but
I'll pretend I don't see
I think you're handsome,
with the strength that you carry,
a light as bright as yours,
takes a lot of effort to bury
I think you're beautiful when you feel that you are not,
seeing you smile- I loved that alot
I think you're gorgeous,
a compassionate man,
dealt lackluster cards yet
creating the upper hand
I think you're beautiful
In all that you do,
And when I picture future me?
She's sitting right next to future you.
Words unsaid can't haunt me if I say them and stop worrying about the outcome
He had me locked in love
With his thugtastic thunder
Feeling him deep inside me
Stretching my vessel open
Owning every perimeter
Every breath, every shudder
Over and over

His flaming hot name
Lingering in my throat
My body sparked
My heart hijacked
Unmatchable ecstasy
Pouring all over me

He made me his treasure
Loving me to the core
Exploring me more and more
Wide open to the max
Lips locked with his

Legs hella shaking
Eyes lost in his captivating magnetism
So drunk on him
Filled with his fiery, virile power
Calling him daddy

Feeling his tanker-built chest
Against my back
His beard against my neck
Yeah, he had me right where he wanted me
Forever his to slay
With no questions asked
First she told me to wait,
Then she said it’s a game.
And as I heard the voices
Call out for souls, well,
Every call was my name.

So I stepped through the fog
Into that murky mire.
And the next thing I know
From my head to toe
I was covered in fire.

But she told me to wait.
And she said it’s a game,
And if you give it ten minutes more, man,
You’re gonna feel the same.

First I felt a cold chill.
I beheld a serpent’s stare.
I was losing my will,
Frightened but still
I trusted the wind like a leaf in the air

So I stood like a stone,
And I felt all alone.
And the moment that I
Felt the shadow inside
I knew I would never see home.

Cause she told me to wait.
And she said it’s a game,
And if you give it five minutes more, man,
You’re gonna feel the same.

She said she had what I need,
And knew my depths of desire.
I felt the pit of me stir
When I knew I’d prefer
To blindly believe that she wasn’t a liar.

She picked my pieces apart,
Then she poisoned my heart.
And that’s when I knew
That nothing was true
I cried out inside and I begged for the start.

I was a puddle and pile
That’s when she turned to smile.
With the sweet on her maw
She saw what I saw.
I thought she wouldn’t be back for a while.

But she told me to wait.
And she said life’s a game.
And if you give it one minute more, man,
You can get up
And follow
The tracks of my train.

You know, she told me to wait.
Then she said it’s a game.
And if you give it ten seconds more, man,
You’re gonna feel
You’re gonna feel
You’re gonna feel…
The same.
Another song option. Went with this one as a break from the depressing stuff. This is less personal and more academic, perhaps? Written(/sang) end of October ‘22, while feeling the spirit of the season and reflecting on the nature of vice and addiction.
 12h Damocles
minx
Mingi’s whole ******* life flashed before his eyes, anticipating the end of his life to be due to reckless driving. He squeezed his eyes shut, the only sounds he could process were the engine and Yunho’s shallow gasps for air.

Mingi wasn’t even breathing, at this point.

On the other hand, Yunho felt the flow of the voltage coursing through his veins as if they were wires, fueling his rush, awakening him like never before.

All he saw were bricks. So he swerved the Aventador right, skidding across the grit, the small spoiler wing practically a hair away from the wall.

The whole vehicle did a 360, Yunho easing down on the brakes as things took a different feeling. He looked over at Mingi, who finally opened his eyes, heavy breaths leaving his parted lips as his chest heaved.

Yunho unbuckled his seatbelt, getting out of his seat and putting himself in Mingi’s lap. He locked his arms around his neck, Mingi’s slithering around his waist as they caught their breath together.

As their bodies settled down, Yunho was the first to pull away, yet keeping his body flush against Mingi’s. He cupped the elder’s face, his thumbs stroking his soft cheeks as his soft pants brushing against his lips.

“Where did you learn to do that ?”

Mingi inhaled, his hands holding tightly onto Yunho’s hips.

“I didn’t.”

Mingi laughed. “We could’ve died.”

“I know.”

Yunho smiled, leaning in, his forehead against Mingi’s.

Mingi pulled him in for another hug, holding him tightly before releasing.
“You should probably drive back, before the cops show up.” He whispered, running his hands through Yunho’s slightly sweat-damp hair.

Yunho whined, wiggling around a bit.  “What, you don’t like when I sit on your lap ?” He purred, directly addressing their close, close proximity.

Mingi looked away, chuckling, before Yunho took his face back in his hands, pulling him closer.
“C’mon, Mingi-hyung, you have to admit. You like it when we’re this close, right ?” He sweetly smiled, using his soft-toned voice.
WILDCARD // iwillwooyou, aka, minx
 12h Damocles
1DNA
You dont trust
Because I lack experience.

I lack experience
Because you dont trust.
I am controlling myself:)
 12h Damocles
1DNA
Summertime snowdrops
Twinkle false hope midst aureate blaze;
Blinding lights outshine stars.
The right people at the wrong time. (:(
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