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Pull me close,
Your grip on my hips,
A hand holding my face,
Slip your tongue into my mouth,
Pull me closer,
Run your hand back thru my hair,
Squeeze me,
Until your tongue makes me moist,
And I have no choice but to take you home,
I am ridden with lust,
I want to feel you,
The need swelling between your thighs,
I want to be exposed,
Penetrate me however you desire,
As long as you please me.
I am indebted to your stroke*.
Satellites, perfumes, smartphones and other gizmos
Then they forget the giant stench among them
Dwelling with them and moving with them
A monster with an insatiable appetite
A work of art some would say
It overflows from households and factories
Into works of Philosophy and literature
The sages that attained Nirvana in the midst
Of adulterated syringes and gross excrement
The New Buddha under the Garbage mountain
The Prince among the generations to come
Abounding in dialectical wisdom from distant worlds
Embodied in an era of savage monstrosities
Where heads are pounded with information
And hearts won over by shallow myths
Take me away from the world into excesses
Ungroudning my wretched appetites into sheer freedom
Garbage freedom, serfdom unleashed
A new religion emerges suffocating Ecological gods
Radically excessive backdrops for new sciences
We sing new songs as we ascend into thrash
We thrash and we rejoice for our destiny
The destiny of life over nature’s laws
 Oct 2015 Daisy May
Stxlle
One sided
 Oct 2015 Daisy May
Stxlle
Its not you
Its me
That was cliche
Don't you agree?

It hurts me more
that I caused you pain
by rejecting everything you do
You've got nothing to gain

I don't like you
Not the way you do
So walk away
What I say is true

I don't want to upset you
You have to understand
This is better than false hope
I know this isn't what you have planned

I am not the one for you
We are not meant to be
Don't make this difficult
Just stop fighting for me

Stop trying to convince me
I don't feel the same way
Just let me go
We aren't close friends anyway

Please stop
You're hurting yourself more
Its all wishful thinking
I'm not the person you should adore

I'm sorry
That's all I can say
I'm sorry
That it has to end this way
I wrote this poem for a guy who likes me but ,obviously from the poem, I don't like him back. I have trouble figuring out how to tell him so I just wrote a poem... I needed this out of my system since it was eating me from the inside out
 Oct 2015 Daisy May
Maxwell
Today I will write a poem
not about your face
and how beautiful
and sublime it is

Today I will write a poem
not about my love
and how it is about you
and only you

Today I will write a poem
not about your love
and how it is not about me
and how it deeply hurts me

Instead, I will write a poem
about us, only us
except that
there is no us
how can you expect me to be okay? I cant smile I cant laugh it seems impossible to be happy or to smile I feel like my heart is breaking on the inside. I seen you around in the hallways all the time, but I would've never imagined you were hurting. know Ive heard you killed yourself tied a rope around your neck. Ive known you for so many years who would've known your funeral is today but I don't want to go but I know I should. youve taught me so much Ive thought about suicide a lot and I cant help but to think that could be me. Its hard to sleep because before I go to sleep  I imagine you hanging from that rope. I want to take something to help the pain. a million people are there for me but i feel alone I have numerous answers I know that i was never there for you kassidy but know i want to be there cause you were facing things I couldnt probably imagine. R.I.P Kassidy Michele King fly high baby girl you will always and forever be in my heart
 Oct 2015 Daisy May
Amber Bent
Is it possible
Soul mates without romance
Made from the same thread of a different silk
So alike in every way but not made for true love
Made for true life
A life with a friendship so real
Stronger than any bond of a chemical romance
Crafted from shared experiences
Similar emotions and dreams
Lives braided together
Made for eternity
but a love stayed chaste
Felt my heart tonight...
Been trying to tuck it away.
Not the part that loves others,
but the part that desires be loved.

Heard my heart tonight...
It called out for your tenderness.
Not the part that hurts and aches,
but the part that wants to
feel your embrace.

Held my heart tonight...
Held it firm within my
expanding and contracting chest.
Till there was calm and I felt safe
in my own loving arms


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