I thought I saw your face on the side of my milk carton
As the sun began to rise above the branches of the trees 
The ones that took hours of our days High above the ordinary 
Just beyond the oblong lights that chased the monsters from the streets
From our veins 
Singing and writing and melting 
melting into atmosphere
into stars circling satellites 
 
I thought I saw you on the street the other day
As feet pounded pavement 
And the clouds fought for freedom from the wind 
but magicians will play on the whims of emotions 
 
I thought
But oh, no
I forgot to think clearly
 
I thought a stranger could be a fond memory 
Of another stranger 
Stranger than our tangled anatomy’s on display
 
It was only disappointment covered in Hollywood and lace

I think I've finally met someone
I want to hug and kiss one moment
Then punch and choke the next.

I'm sure the obscurities of the lenses clouding my vision
Are nothing more than a hologram of the world I never knew
But always thought existed in the window panes of my brain

The outside world my thoughts are too afraid to venture
For the warmth in the home of my realistic perception
Is the safe haven of who I am and what I know
And going outside my homestead into the dark forest of the things
That are undiscovered to my left but known all too well by my right  
Are what excels my lenses to constantly change when the room is the same tint of light

Transitions from one thing to the next don't necessarily need to have a change one can see
I feel the forest calling me as if I'm some bewitched prophecy
But the foreboding dank blackness that thickens my view
Has always stopped me from entering into the unknown of my own self

These hazy retractions of light may cast dark shadows
However right now my mind is a whirlwind of calamities that can only be tranquilized
By venturing into the unknown darkness inside of me

This time these obscured lenses draped over my glass orbs
Create a tint similar to what is within the forest
My transitions are nonexistent but all the more in constant motion behind closed curtains

So my first steps out of my safe haven are slow
The door creaks like an old mans rusted weathered body  
And I feel the pang of hysteria hit me as the outside air tests out my foreign skin

When I enter the blackened forest I begin running into what I have never known to my left but know so well in my right
The nightmare-conjuring mysteries of this realm are ready to be battled.

I want my heart to stop beating for you
Although I told it to stop
So many months ago
It does what it wants
And it kept on thump-thump-thumping
To the rhythm of you

But this time
What my heart wants and what I want
Are the same thing
It, too, is tired of fluttering for you
So it started thump-thump-thumping
To the rhythm of something new.

I am not sure how things work here so I thought I would let my followers know that I have written a poem which I have marked 'explicit'.  I guess you will have to make sure your settings allow those poems if you want to read it.  Bearing in mind what my ones I don't mark like that are like, be warned, it's practically pornographic (and I might be writing one even more so soon, although I am not sure you could call it a poem).

There's 2 there now, and I was right the second one is more pornographic.  I am not usually quite like that, really, well, anyway...

Ok, now there's 3, I am starting to see a trend here. Hopefully I will be back to normal soon.

My darling,
I would care to be your lover
And give you every pleasure.
I would care to be your sweetheart
And sweet to you forever.

I would care to give you my body
If you are careful with me.
I would care to bring you ecstasy
Mine is in watching yours increase.

I would care to be all you desire,
And then even more.
I would care to show you the stars
From the living room floor.

I would care to surprise you,
Entice you, delight you.
I would care to run free with you and please you.
Would you care for me?

I want to learn...
Other languages.
To play the saxophone.
To be happy without the kind of love I want.
To be happy without ***, and ok with that.

I want to learn...
To dance in the rain
(**** glasses!)
How to make men desire me uncontrollably.
To stop contradicting myself.

I want to learn...
To draw and create beautiful art.
To dance - ballroom, latin, rock 'n' roll.
To feel secure in myself.
To find a way to live which satisfies
My multiple personalities with conflicting views.

I want to learn how to be happy regardless.
And I don't want to have to,
For some people it comes naturally.
I WANT THAT!

I want to learn...
How to let go of wanting
(But I think I might like it).
Or how to get what I want.
Or to want what I get?

**** it, this is too introspective.
**I just want wild ***
With a tender, passionate Lover!
NOW!