Protection pledge of best friends:
-As soon as he starts looking at you like a piece of meat I start looking at him like a potential shishkebab
-When some ***** has hurt your feelings in the name of pride I know you gotta act tough, take the high road, and be mature. That's a good system, so while you do that I'll load her Into a catapult near the grand canyon... or maybe a massive pile of broken glass... or even just a huge fire. That works too.
-If you're in pain, I'll listen to you, I'll hunt down the ******* who upset you and find out just how flammable gasoline is when you drench someone else in it then I'll buy you bubble wrap, chocolate, a baseball bat and a tub of ice cream slightly greater in volume than your house.
-I'll make you feel better about yourself when you look at me and think: ****. Comparatively to her,  I'm remarkably sane! :D
-I'll always be here for you

Repost if you love your best friends like sisters and would die to protect them
Comment with your friendship code!  Or with really any thoughts you happen to have :)

Darkness, it's so mysterious
A sign of the abyss
We can't penetrate it with our eyes
We will never no what's beneath

It can be a color called black
Which people will wear
It's for grieving and for sadness
And for protection too
They won't come near, if they fear
The emotional abyss
The one that in srounded by our
Dark outfit

It can be a hiding place
For those who always fear
With no lights they can't come near.
It gives us a place of freedom
But it frees our enemies too
We can't see them coming,
The monsters under the bed.
As they hide within
Their darkened mist
In the dark abyss.

It can be the unknown,
A shade of mystery.
We are all left in the dark
When we think of this shade.
We can't see, we can't know
Whatever lies beneath,
Is unknown to us humans
As it wiggles in the deep.

It can be evil
The sign of tainted good
The color white muddied,
By the darkened sins.

It shows us when to hide
Since the monsters come at night
It is the spookist of colors
The one that shows us death.

But it can be beauty too,
A protective guard over us.
A shroud of mystery
To keep the others guessing.

It lets us be alone
When we truly wish.
It hides us from our enemies
And keeps the small ones safe

After all when its night
And we all wish to sleep
We plunge our selves into darkness
And welcome the abyss.

I spent the rest of my day
Watching documentaries on the wolf packs of Yellowstone
And it's funny the capacity the beautiful creatures love
Howling when their leader dies for hours,
Playing like your pet dog plays with you
Defending each other till the death
It opened my eyes to how similar they are to us
Labeled as savage pests, but emotions of human
Amazing how this living breathing soul
Was shot cold in the end by a hunter for *fun

I, like a matrix...
transpose myself and my ability to feel
into a sentient being (quite
immense , a task)
If you ask?

Reflect the element A to the I
as A feels:
repeat the  processes
until we return...

with the feelings of the other,
intact;  sharing the burdens
emotions, the hard facts
felt not with tactile touch
but,

through compassion. It may
take triangulating or strangulating reason, departing
from the safe sanity (in);
It may take Egotism to think that way.

Use your imagination.

I’ve been lying at the foot of the couch
Not on the cushions, just on the carpet
With my lips shut tight and my eyes wide open
Finding patterns in the ceiling
Ridges and shadows form constellations
I used to do this when I was a little girl
Finding snowflakes and moose antlers
The traced outlines of autumn leaves
And pearl necklaces
On the ceiling
Shapes made out of the ceiling’s uneven surface
Shapes made out of shadows
I haven’t had this sort of space in a while
Space inside my mind
Enough space for trivial things
Like making shapes out of shadows
My darkest black has become
The color of the ace of spades in a playing card deck
It used to be the color of ash and coal
But my darkest black
Is so much of a lighter black now
I haven’t had room for thoughts like these in a while
There wasn’t room to think about nothing
Because my mind was being taken up by thoughts of blades
And numbers and letters and measuring tapes
But not anymore
I cleared out all that
And now I have room
For thinking about nothing at all
For making shapes in the ceiling
Shapes made out of shadows

Repost if you have room in your mind for trivial things now, and you didn’t before at some point. Or if you just really like to repost stuff, then you go on and feel free to do that! I fully support that! ;P
Please comment! I love to read interpretations of my poetry or your thoughts on my work or on poetry itself as an art! 

Lust
       On
            Fingertips
                      Is Better
            Than
       Love
From
        *Lying Lips

They said
It wasn't surprising
We all
Knew
She couldn't
Hold on forever
But
We still
Kind of expected
Her to
Because after a
Year
Of rallying
Us thinking
This is it
And her surviving
Making it
To her 90th birthday
We didn't think
It would be now
We thought she had years
Maybe not
Happy
And maybe not
Easy
But years
Still
We thought she
Would be happier
Now that she was not
All alone
But
Then
She got sicker
And we found out
That night
That she was
Gone







* * *








No one cried
At first
We all just stood
Quietly
Wondering
Why
We Knew
She wasn't
Happy
She was in
Pain
She was
Sick
But now
She is gone
I hope
Her pain was
Left here with her
Body
And that she
Is happy
Now
I hope that
She is healthy
That she can walk
With ease
I miss her
But I hope
She is better
Now

They said
It wasn't surprising
We all
Knew
She couldn't
Hold on forever
But still
It was a
Surprise

I don't want you to say you love me because I only want the truth
I don't want you to say you can't live without me because that's too much to lose
I'd like you to say you want me, desire me, even after all the things I've been through
Because in reality, that's all I really need from you
I can live without the love unless it's really the truth
You can live without me, I'm not much to lose
But desire, want, need...  To touch, to feel, to taste...  That would make my day,
Not being desired, well..  It makes me wanna waste away
Although I think I love you, never knowing your touch...  
To actually never feel your skin, might just be too much
I don't need love, honestly... I'm not worth it anyways
But if I knew you desired me, intimately, it would get me through my days.
Lust on fingertips is better than love from lying lips