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I was in it, then I wasn’t.
Days flew by, dragging as they passed.
Now, I’ll never get that time back.

At sixteen, I wished on stars for this age.
Now, I’d trade the world just to rewind.
Funny—how I lived for the future,
And now the past knots me ******* blind.

Rewriting days that came and went,
Haunted by words I never said.
I try to face forward, but my neck won’t budge—
Staring at my failures instead.

I’ve tried to live in the present,
Tried to make it feel like home.
But one foot’s anxiously in the future,
The other mourns the past all alone.

The past calls for my soul and my bones,
Every time I sneak back, it drags me down,
Reliving moments that leave my future more dull.

Everyone that cares is here in the now,
But I never stay for long—
I'm always time-jumping,
My fixation on past failures dragging me along.

The time-traveling woman—
Trying to perfect love,
never accepting what is,
Always trying to fix what was.
If I broke my time machine,
                          Do you think I'd stay put?
 14h Damocles
alex
It’s always better
to be completely alone
than to feel alone
in a group of people.
Please don't look at me,
as I say this...
I know you've been so hurt,
and jaded.
What's the worth, of verse
when their words, were wasted?
I just want to be YOURS,

I want to merge our spaces,
I want to converge our places,
and disturb the stasis...

but I'm averting your gaze,
because there's no vacancy,
where your stones, will lead.  

Baby, what would it take,
for you to see home, in me?

I'm just so tired, of faking,
not being lonely...
I keep waking without you,
and aching, from deep.

I want to tangle around you, sweet,
as we're chasing sleep.
I want to chain all your doubts, up,
in braided sheets.
I don't want to wake up,
without you,
Laying next, to me.

I wanna take up,
your compass,

and pump,

til it... redirects,
to ME.

...But you behold me, divinely,
when you should be HOLDING me.
...Baby, what would it take,

for you to finally see home,
in me?
Like a broken machine
my mind tries to shut down,
but the cogs keep spinning
round and round.

Completely overheated,
the oils run dry—
you overthink and worry
‘till one day you die.
If to sleep is to know peace,
I'll never sleep again
He stepped into my gay world
Ruled it, shook it, spun it
Set it ablaze with his
Mind-meltingly majestic machoness
His dopeness was a bold masterpiece
Of treasured thunder to succumb to

He held me, caressed me, finessed me, possessed me
Left me breathless
Mesmerized by his five-star fire
His smooth-criminal slick sexiness
His dominantly delicious dreaminess

His broad chest was a monumental monument
Of top-notch awesomeness to exalt in
Sculpted-to-slay abs
And that ****, hot ****
Hard-packed perfection
Tight-gripped temptation
Muscle-molded magic

Lust-loaded, ruthlessly rigid, and vein-throbbing
Cannon-crafted thickness
Long, rock-solid, and unbelievably built
He was carrying a massive, concealed weapon
Between his thighs that had me high AF

He was my earth-shattering spark
My chocolate constellation
Of hypnotic greatness
My immersive inferno
My magnetic fantasy man
He had me spinning
Trapped in an infinite sensual trance
Helplessly tethered to his tenderly towering masculinity
You know that smile that reaches your eyes,                                                            ­                                                                                                              ­                                                        one  saved for love, the one for  surprise                                                    ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­               the one that's reserved, for no one but me                                                               ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­            like my favorite dessert, made especially
All the gods are now asleep!
So..
You might want’a get back on your feet!
Now the power is in our hands!!
We can decide to be happy or not give a ****..
Love thy self,
in to good health and a positive peace of mind.
Take a jog and lift some weights..  
Make the best of life!
……
To the bar!
Traveler Tim
Life is the tragedy
That balances the more accepted comedy

©2025
Love can make us losers
Invested in love’s game
It can hurt to be human
But..
I love you just the same!
Traveler Tim
I am weak, petty, small.
I am the torturer of all.
My tendrils close around your neck.
I kick your feet out,
And you fall.

I strike you through as you descend.
I twist your mind.
Your spirit bends.
Actions inflict pain.
Words lack respect.
I pull back to strike you through again.

I exhaust your mind, tear your soul, leaving not a nerve to rend.
Absently abusive, and stretched.
Twisted in violence, bent.

I create pain implicitly, just as I expect.
And I inflict the torture that I never, ever meant.

Let Me inflict the torture that I never, ever meant.
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