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Lunarian Dec 2019
Ever met someone that made your body shiver?
That made you re-evaluate yourself alot quicker?
Tongue is slicker
than liquor that been marinating since 2 winters
and you cannot fathom what do with it either?

Ever met someone that got you guard down?
kept talking to you when you were so sure you were lost and now?
Shadows keep replaying the scenes that I'm ******* to
without ever taking my clothes off,  im biting my lips too

His mind is beautiful
even though he never thinks so, he's still confused that I am finding him so--
Atrractive, I do not wish to lose him
Manically, I'm laughing,
I can feel myself losing control to him.

It's funny.
I once believed I was heartless
not a beat in my chest to cause duress.
Not a disturbance, I laid my feelings to rest
so determined that they were the feels of a teen and yet
he's re wakened something in my soul
something in my heart and beyond my control

Even if, he does not believe that he the last thing I think about before dreaming,  in the bed .
im his now
Even if, he does not believe that I think he's worth being with
I am his now, please believe it with a fighting spirit.

These dreams keep coming back to me
and if dreams are secret wishes then
Im wishing that you'll find a back to me
About a man I think I am inlove with even if he doesn't think so...

-I havent wrote since 2013-'14. So this may not be very good, but this is my heart pouring out a little bit right now, I just thought I needed to share
  Jan 2018 Lunarian
Sasha Scarr
I've never hated one as much, as I thought I hated you.
For all that wicked **** you did, and hell you put me through.
I snuck into your room one night, and tried to take your life,
but then I lost my way and then I ******* dropped the knife.

I don't know how I'm feeling now, I don't know what I think.
I want to watch you die here, but instead I'll have a drink.
When my head is filled with fog, maybe I'll try it then?
Or will I lose my nerve, and just **** it up again?

I saw you when you woke up and you looked and smiled at me.
But I still ******* hate you and I want to watch you bleed.

But worst of all, I hate myself because I love you too.
Even after all that hell you ******* put me through.
Lunarian Feb 2017
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 -.-
Lunarian Oct 2016
He'd drag to hell
these daydreams do tell
a slow song, a love song
that i know too well.

He'd be my Romeo, and I Juliet
if I let him be the one to drive me insane and yet
My bed is his favorite
My legs is his favorite
and My lips is --- his now
as i don't dare to ever care to think about
-another man.
I'd rather have no man.
My dreams are clouded with this man
let me pretend
I dont care,
he'd grab me, pull me close, whisper in my ear
he'd dare me to say "i don't care" again
he'd press his lips to mine.
conquering his sweet valentine
nonetheless, just invading my lips and thoughts with his tongue as he intertwines
Lunarian Apr 2016
My husband when i dream. {my year crush}

I can't stop thinking about him
his arms around my shoulders
his voice in my ear
ringing over and over

I cant stop thinking about him
his silly little jokes
the way his glasses sits on his nose
the way he frowns when I decide it's him i want to poke.

I cant stop thinking about him
the way his hair feels
the way his beard feels
the way im head over the hills

I wont stop thinking about him
the way his patience overturns negation
the way he holds my attention
even when my minds' racin'

I wont stop thinking about him
he crosses my mind all the time
taking his time, precious time
to blow kisses and taunt my mind
teasing me because he know he's stuck here
to stop thinking i must do it, so i can keep track of what i need to do here
but alas,
his kisses leaves me breathless
and his embrace leaves me thoughtless
his arms leave me as jello.
A jiggling, giggling girl wanting him to -
never let go.
  Mar 2016 Lunarian
Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may **** me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Lunarian Mar 2016
I only think of you when I want something
and that something is simple, yet it haunts me sometimes
It keeps me up at night.
Barely I sleep as I ride
-it out. Flows through me like a drug
I can never get enough
Addicted to the scent that stirs from within
A special sin.
They have special place in hell for me
A special sin.
I can see my chambers calling me.

The yearning is inhuman and the lust eats me up inside
that's why I text you random things at night.
Hoping it'll subside.
never does. why do i try?
Twist and turning in the sheets trying not to remember the last time
-you put your hand on  my thigh.
Set me off , all the time.

It happens in the earliest hours of the night,
Like a vampire I seek shelter at my home, trying to hide
it's the lust demon, and she's here with her nightly visits
implanting images that drag me to the abyss with a vengeance

There's my body.
moving to it's accord, snaking in the sheets.
twisting and turning with an urgency
There's my fingers slowly co-ercing me
Coaxing me into my toxic temptation of a urgency
darkness being the audience that blankets me
in my fantasy playroom.
Slip the finger to my mouth
to taste the fantasy ***.

Half drunken off the playing of my own drums
Sounding off like a snare-drum
with the side of vocals
it's like a live concert as I hit I higher of notes

La-La- Oh- La
-and that is all that she wrote.

Turning over to my phone
how i want  you to know
I grab it staring at your pictures as I plateau.
From the head to toe-
Hope you enjoy :}
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