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 Jan 2014 Jack Piatt
jo forstrom
My Dreams.

I put all my dreams away inside the drawers of yesterday

For when I lost you I had no need to feel the loss of you being gone

And so inside of each sacred drawer I laid bits and pieces of all you had ever been to me

And then like silver lightning an idea came to me

That had I just lived inside that last sacred moment

Then death could not have taken you away

So in I climbed

Inside that drawer where they had laid your remains

And I reached up and closed the lid on what I knew was the very last breath

And the strangest thing came along
You.


jo.
Sleepless and full of wonder
I ponder impossibilities
The reality is simply wasted time and unfulfilled superiority
As I lay staring upon my ceiling
I write to give it meaning
Though I know I am lacking depth and understanding
The beginning lies within the dawn
I can only hope to spawn the other side of me
Tonight I'm far too gone dreaming of what could be
 Jan 2014 Jack Piatt
MoVitaLuna
Your aura is electric
Stimulating

Come hither
You make me feel alive

I won't ask much
Promise

Show me your world
Teach me how to soar
Share the rush
 Jan 2014 Jack Piatt
MoVitaLuna
I don't want smart.
I want spontaneous.

I don't want roses and a candle-lit dinner.
I want drunken nights by the campfire.

I don't want a boy that says 'I love you'
Because I don't believe in love
And, even if I did,
I'm not emotionally capable of feeling it.
I want a boy that's okay with that.

I don't want a boy that showers me with compliments
or a knight in shining armor.
I don't want mushy love letters or romantic get aways.
I don't want a boy who's looking for a wife
because I don't believe in marriage.
And I don't want a lover.
I want a partner in crime.

I want a boy with chaos flickering in his eyes.
I want a boy who smiles a lot.
I want contagious laughter.
I want loud.
I want steamy kisses where he presses my body into his and my skin tingles.

I don't want late night phone calls or 'Good morning' texts.
I want a boy that calls me out on my *******.
I want a boy that pushes my buttons.
I want a challenge.

I don't want a boy that makes me feel pretty.
I want a boy that makes me feel alive.

I want a boy that taps on my window in the middle of the night
And brings me on a starlit adventure.

I don't want a boy that makes love.
I want a boy that will **** me raw.
And I want a boy that will let me pass out on him afterwards.
And I want a boy that won't get offended if I move away in the middle of the night
Because cuddling hurts my neck and his heartbeat is keeping me awake.

I don't want a boy that holds hands.
I want a boy that drives too fast.
I don't want a boy that babies me.
And I don't want a shoulder to cry on
Because I'm not fragile
And I can take care of myself.
I want a boy that pushes me into oncoming sprinklers
And doesn't hold anything back.

I don't want a boy that's looking for forever
because forever seems like a really long time.
I want a boy that goes day by day.

I don't want safe.
I want to go fast.
I want to live on the edge.
I want exhilaration.

I don't want to be wanted.
I want to want.
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Comment any advice you can think of that might make it a little more worth reading. I'd really appreciate it!
If love truly conquers it all
Then I will Fall for everything
Stop playing with mysteries
Gaining faith in the unseen
If we could be saved by a feeling
Then why would I choose otherwise
In the moon light
Our faces glow and show another side
Bringing out a different kind of primal desire
For what's done in the shadows of the night
Is not always exploited when the sun shines bright
If we avoid the all seeing eyes of our street's design

I am dancing naked under the moon
Out of touch but in tune
Howling to consume
Every last shred of modesty
In all honesty
I've been yearning to unleash the beast
Death rolling inside of me

Hair raised while eyes dilate
You cant sedate this lusting
Confounded by the sight of her majesty
I melt and cave
To the awkward drum beat
Calling me
 Jan 2014 Jack Piatt
Teemers
On a paper, fully loaded
**** that bullet
Fire that pen
So many words I can’t stand still
Heart aching and mind racing
Hold me till im numb I keep pacing
Collect the pieces and let them drop
Addicted to the irony of life
Addicted to the bad habits of fun
The spurge of coldness
Creeping up my spine
My hands are shaking I cant love still
All I do is right in the wrong ways
Mind tricks that blow away
Stronger then your weakness of your throne
Nothing should make sense
Nothing ever makes sense
Already played the games
Already won the fame
Everything should fall in place
The spark between
Invites a dream
That I can't seem to hold onto past waking...

The depths of this
Holds promise and possibility beyond the wildest of imaginings
Rooted in the simplest of things

As we wade into the shallows...
Close to the shore that would save us...
Each inch a double dog dare...
We draw closer to the inevitable waves and unknowns of the deep
How far does the courage hold aim to pull...

Your feet?
My feet?
Your heart?
My heart?

Another moment...
We shall see...

Drawn by the infinite glory that may float just over the horizon...
Or find there is nothing there but more of the flotsam and jetsam we've always encountered on our journeys to the deep...

Another prize set inside the mouth of a dragon...

Shall we burn?
 Jan 2014 Jack Piatt
ellie
the cries of a broken generation
whos entire world revolves around who’s best dressed
and who can survive the war they call society
mere pixels on a screen reducing more youths than can be counted on both hands
to a rope around their neck
or a blade at their wrists
and the pressure of so called beauty ripping apart so many minds
hungry for compliments and to feel admired
though this perfection they yearn for doesnt lie in humans but in technology and the art of deceit
the craving to fit in has wiped out all hope of change
too little are brave enough to show their hand and admit that it’s all wrong
everything is wrong and they have all lost sight of what matters
we are the broken generation
and no matter what anyone says
we’re all slowly contributing to making the crack bigger
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