a picture is a thousand words
while poetry is a million translations
of feelings said by one
to all

Hatred is what I feel
Not for you, or for him, but for me
I hate what I've done
I hate who I am. I hate who I might turn out to be.

You make me smile, and make me laugh
No matter my day, its worth the path
A chance to talk to you, every day
makes living my life, pretty okay
There's only one problem, it's pretty bad
You're not mine to love,not mine to have
I'm already taken and you're so far away
But I pray that you'll be mine. Someday.

If you spoke of me in terms of atoms,
I'd say I really didn't matter
Not a molecule of me really holds any mass,
And the weight of that thought gravitates
Until my being completely retracts.

Hey  you
Do you know what's ****?
A real conversation

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A poem of ***
But not in this text
I just used this title to see
           ~
If you would come
Looking for fun
Pull up this poem and read
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You will not find
Words of that kind
No moaning passionate steam
          ~
Two of the night
Not in this write
All of these verses are clean
          ~
Lips locking soft
Hearts now aloft
Maybe what you did expect
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Candlelight flame
Screaming a name
Glistening skin, beads of sweat
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None of that here
Let’s make it clear
Nothing of that sort reflects
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Words that you see
Written by me
*Titled, “A Poem of ***”

So sweet and so unsteady,
the aroma was so heady,
our backs sticky
and
sweaty.
It's all very stupid, shallow and trite.
I don't want to write another *** poem.
I want to start a ******* fight.

i don't really know how to say this.
but i really want to sleep with you.
sleep with you like wait until you least expect it
and kiss you like a gunshot
quick but everlasting
i want to wrap my legs around you
and learn every inch of you in that way that i've wanted to
for so log
i want to tangle my fingers in your hair
and breathe kisses down your neck
i want to watch you come undone
and feel your heart beat return to normal

and i don't really know how to say this
but i really want to sleep with you.
sleep with you like run up the stairs
and flop down on your bed
i want to lay my head on your chest
and let a wave of sleep crash over us
until i wake up with your arms around me
and your raspy voice in my ear

so i don't really know how to say this,
but i really want to sleep with you.
i don't love you or anything
but i really want to sleep with you.

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new