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Damocles May 1
I'll kiss under the torrent of rain
I want to sweat through the cool shower
Perspiration mixing with droplets
Bleeding off my lips
Salty sweet into your lungs.

Take my hand,
We can dance to syncopated hearts
Like blast beats as the puddles rise,
Twirl you ā€˜round as the wet explodes from the parasol of your dress.

We can stay within the confines
In this open ballroom,
Crashing upon ourselves,
Slick with angelic tears
Scented with pollen and petrichor.

I dare to dream,
Of blossoms in spring-
Sprung from the ache of a storm
Where we waltzed undeterred by the crashing clouds.
May you forever see the beauty,
Wrapped within a storm cloud
In which we kissed.
I have a fantasy of doing this in the rain. It's such a mundane fantasy, but it's one I think about often.
(H).ealing involves Loving, and encouraging one
(A).nother, having a mind that's
(P).ositive and not Negative,
(P).raying for one another,
(I).nspiring, and also Motivating each other,
(N).ourishing each other with kind words,
(E).mpowered to take control of your Life, through the Grace of God,
(S).uccess is on your side, and hopefully with hard work,
(S).atisfaction is Guaranteed


B.R.
Date: 4/30/2025
Damocles Apr 30
Swimming in the thicket
Thickness of thorns tearing the fabric
Bones ache as blood curdles
It's bad magic.

There’s a chance at this,
Hunting the wishing wells for a mad Alice
White rabbits,
Time watching like a gatekeeper
Tight rope overhead tiptoeing past all seers
Never saw me coming, no.
Not when I’m silent.

Behind the veil of a smile,
Lurks a wolf’s grin
And I’m licking greedily,
Needing to feed my violence.

You’ll never know how these gears turn,
Feel the dark tides smack along the shoreline
Tripping the trip wires —
I’m snapping and you can’t see the monster lurking.
My mind should come with a warning sign.

ā€œDanger closeā€
My mind should come with a warning sign
  Apr 30 Damocles
daisy
I was cleaning my room, just another day,
Shuffling through time in a quiet ballet.
Letters and trinkets, a gift, a note,
Echoes of voices I no longer quote.

Their words, once warm, now hollow and still,
A whisper of friendships bent to my will.
Not sadness, not longing just a distant light,
A flicker that fades, yet once burned bright.

If I were to vanish, if I were to go,
Would these echoes matter? I already know.
They are just memories, dust in the air,
Drifting away, but I leave them there.

Still, I keep the gifts, though time has flown,
Not for their meaning, just for my own.
I wrote this while cleaning my room and found a lot of small letters and gifts from my high school friends. Something happened between me and one of them that made me choose to cut ties and isolate myself, hoping to erase the memories. But even now, those things still hold meaning. They're just memories, but they’re proof that I was once loved by them, and by her. I miss those times, but it doesn't matter anymore.
Damocles Apr 30
Lilac fabric against buttermilk complexion
Coffee spotted flecks
Passion fruit pink rounded cheeks
With the most bountiful blood orange tresses.
She is art.
Stunning šŸ˜
Damocles Apr 29
Your *** is a bad drug
I’m aching for another fix
Addicted to sway -
That command of hips hypnotizing
Let me take a hit,
Need another fix.

Feed me like a hungry life
Suffocate me with your tulip kiss,
Rain nectar through my lips
I’ll die tied to this bed
I’m aching for another fix.

Ride me equestrian
Buck against me then give in,
Rake razor cat daggers down my skin
Kiss the wound, and repeat.
I need it, just another fix.

Addicted to you like it was ******--
I smoke your scent, feel you under my skin;
Aching me to itch, begging me to quit,
But I’m taken to the abyss
In every twist, contortionist.

I want to die for you
Just another fix.

Control me like a substance
Arrange me like music,
Play me wrapped along your cords
And sing a hymn to watch me wither.

Your mouth is an ****** den
My eyes roll back, lost in the ether.
Your licks languish and linger
I’m feeling weaker,
Shaking when you leave my body.

Hands clasped in praise
Pleading for release
Please, I just need another fix.
Written fiddling with my guitar, one of these days I'll post myself playing.
Damocles Apr 29
When did time become cruel
Stealing moments away
As the years clock out your youth,

Every bird flies away from the nest
Every cub becomes a bear,
When the rivers run quick
Don’t be afraid to swim the currents
And find where you fit in.

If wishing wells were real
I’d pour my wealth into the bottom.
I’d wish to go back to the time that we lost
Watching you blossom from just a wee bud
Give you all that I knew at the cost
Knowing some truths hurts more than fiction.

Remembering when you couldn’t stand tall
And the smallest little smirk when you walked vs crawl
Seeing the way you made sense of this all
Like the world was a puzzle you always knew how to solve
And now that you’re here I can’t shake this off
A fear that you’ll never need me again and I fall
Down to my knees and pray that you know.:

I love you, my little bean

And should you ever call
If ever in need —
I can be your shield and armor
Need a sword, I’ll be there and nothing can harm us
Swing for the head and we’ll **** this hydra
I’ll be there to be a prop if you need to stand taller.

Together, maybe we can slow down time,
But no matter the weather, I’ll be there rain or shine
If no one says it, then I’ll yell it louder.
I AM SO PROUD OF YOU BABY!
My beloved daughter.
Time moves so fast and stealthily...how did we already get here? I'm proud of you Bean. Wrote this a little early just because the realization hit and man does it both hurt and feel good.
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