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I'm online, baby
I've sig(h)ned in
I've waited, honey
Where you been?

I've a LED-screen body
Icon lips
Silicon *******
Computer (c)hips

I'm your WiFi girl
I'm here to play
I'm your WiFi girl
I'll make your day
I'm your WiFi girl
You'd better pray
I'm your WiFi girl
Lead you astray


Watch me, baby
I'm just your type
I am lush and
I am ripe
Forget all the media hype

I can really turn you on
I was assembled
In Hong Kong
I will play you
Like a gong
Just click on me!
Just play along...

[chorus]

I will love you
Make you groan
I will iradiate your bones
I'm not YOURS
I'm just on loan
I'm not THERE.

You're all alone...

[chorus]


SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/4/2017
 Jul 2017 Vale Luna
Ryan Holden
She is the music
And all of the joy,
I see her blossom
And unfold into the
Beautiful flower she is,
Yet her petals are clipped
With few wounds,
Where wounds in
the wild become
One rhythmic motion,
One perfect combination,
Her joy is a manifold nature
Making more
Than one
Happy.
 Jul 2017 Vale Luna
nina
happy place
 Jul 2017 Vale Luna
nina
i used to swim a lot.
  i swam so much,
    my mum used to call me a mermaid.
      i'd take three deep breaths,
        then dive into the pool head first.
          & even though i was told not to,
            i'd keep my eyes open.
             as i swam,
            merely inches from the bottom,
          i kept my eyes wide open.
        i'd see the rays of light,
      breaking through the surface.
    as i swam,
  wiggling like a mermaid,
deep beneath the water,
  i kept my eyes wide open.
    i'd happily watch,
      as the lines of light,
        danced across the floor.
          to me, those reflections
            at the bottom of the pool,
            looked like marble tiles,
             lines of blue smoke,
            or lights from shiny shells.
          it was always peaceful.
        graceful,
      magical,
    beautiful,
  it was always my happy place.
& your eyes...
  they're pale blue,
    with little hints of green.
      & i stare at the lines of blue,
        dancing in your irises.
          it's as if the goddesses
            of the water
              have blessed you,
            with shards of water.
          shards of where my heart is home.
        & when i miss my happy place,
      all i need to do,
    is dive myself into your eyes.
  because your eyes
are my happy place.
»a.b.
 Jul 2017 Vale Luna
Jamison Bell
The loneliest whale.
No one can understand you.
You've got to calm the **** down.
 Jul 2017 Vale Luna
nina
8w
 Jul 2017 Vale Luna
nina
8w
i wish i understood
why my heart aches
 Jul 2017 Vale Luna
Mary-Rose H
My life is beginning
to feel like
a patchwork quilt
of deadlines
and tasks.
Even doing nothing
has started to seem
like something to do,
just another thing
to check off my
list,
with a certain amount
of time allotted for it,
and a clear time
to move on to
the next thing,
lest I fall behind.
Weeks,
days,
sometimes even
hours
are divided
and categorized
by what I should be
doing
in them.
I don't allow
any passion projects
too engrossing
or time-consuming
for fear of
losing
              myself
                              in
 ­                                     it
and forgetting my responsibilities.
All I can think
when my heart
nudges me to
read a book
or
write a story
is that I have
no time,
no time,
no time
for such things,
and that I must be
conscientious before, and over, content.
Busyness is beginning to take over.
 Jul 2017 Vale Luna
Zero Nine
No,
my soul,
cannot be
taken.
No,
it's gone,
been stolen
before
you.
When you
reach for
wick warmth,
you find
disfigured
wax.
When you
bare teeth
to bite,
I'll hide,
too truly
bitten.
Can't you tell the time
for pleasure's passed?
Two tired eyes and
mirthless smile,
don't care to stop it.
Reposted for a friend.

My Prayer

Oh, dear Lord,
Please give to me
The graciousness
Of an apple tree.
It shares its fruit
With all in need,
Regardless of their
Race or creed,
And spreads a
Dappled shade of gray
For weary travelers
On their way.

The courage of a badger,
O doughy soul!
You'd see a *BEAR

Running from his hole!
He has a faith
I do not know...
Without a Bible
To tell him so.


The conscience of
A growing pearl,
The greatest gift
In all the world.
It gets yet larger
With each day...
Although it has
No mouth to pray
.

The gentle acceptance
Of deep grass,
Which bends to allow
Your winds to pass,
Then stands again
With stately grace
To look once more
In Your sun's face.

The freedom of
A flock of birds,
For they have surely
Heard Your words.

The cheerfulness
Of a laughing brook,
Which will pass a
Boulder without a look!

The industry of
A little bee...
The good of his fellows
Is all he sees.

The patience of
Eroding wind,
It'll carve out beauty
In the end.

The humility of
A daisy flower,
It knows it's beauty
Will last but hours.

The love within
A mother bear.
To the end
She'll always care.

The resounding strength
Of a mountain range.
To these the centuries
Are not strange.

The wisdom of
An ocean deep,
Which will, forever,
Its secrets keep.

All these things,
I do believe,
My spirit will,
In time, receive.

It is Your will
I must accept,
As I do the kingdom

*YOU HAVE KEPT.
I haven't put my name to this because I don't know how much of this I actually wrote. I penned it in a treatment center in Willcox Arizona. I don't remember the exact date. It just flowed out of me. Nonstop.

I believe this little prayer changed my life. Because God is certainly trying to work all those things into my life. I have been through extreme hardships. Addicted to drugs and alcohol for many years. And targeted by the Church of Scientology for over 20 years. I am nowhere near where I would like to be spiritually. But I'm certainly light-years from where I was.

I reposted this for a friend. I hope it is an inspiration to her, and you, reader.

Please forgive me for not being on site as much as I'd like. My father is ill, so I won't be on site much in the next few days. Thanks for understanding!

♡ Catherine
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