Be cruel,
I am not as
delicate as
I may seem,

I want you
to hate me,

my porcelain
eyes scream,
'hurt me, hurt
me, hurt me,’

beat me, break
me, bruise me,

wear me out,

teach me a
******* lesson,
because I can’t
learn a thing
otherwise.

- S.G.

I'm so scared of the day when the future that I'm so terrified of
Is no longer the future

The first person I ever saw pass on
Was my great grandmother,
The wonderful woman who had 11 kids in total,
Second in line would be my grandmother,
Another special woman in my life.
I only remember my great grandmother
In her little wheelchair I loved to push around,
Or her four-pointed walking stick which I used as
Monkey bars and swung around,
Or the times we had to carry her into the toilet because
She couldn't help herself.
A few years later,
She moved out and I cried.
The strange thing was
I never cried during her funeral,
I didn't even weep when she took her last breath
With her eyes wide open on the hospital bed.
Everyone else was crying like mad,
And honestly in that moment,
I just felt weird.
Like a heartless creature who felt nothing.
People stared at me with their hateful tear-filled eyes.
I didn't like that. Not at all.
Maybe that's why,
Up to date,
I'm still trying to fix that.
Hoping for a chance to maybe feel grief again.

And this time I'd cry like crazy.
Mostly because now I am crazy.

Here I am,
all alone again,
thinking of you,
oh yes its true,
my heart is beating,
i can hear it clear,
its melody i can hear,
Here I am,
all alone again,
walking through the fields,
where flowers grow,
all in a row,
many colors,
so gentle and frail,
it makes me realize,
im here again,
Here I am,
all alone again,
the sweet smell of your scent,
lingers again,
I know what i must do,
oh yes its true,
i must learn to love and grow,
and wait for that sweet unwanted snow.

People regard *** differently:

Some see *** as a commodity; to be exchanged for favors and things.
Some see *** as a medium for emotive and spiritual expression.
Some see *** as merely a means to a purely biological end.
Some see *** as a good time and not much else.
Some see *** as a set of diminishing returns.
Some see *** as an escape from themselves.
Some see *** with a keyboard and mouse.
Some see *** as a communion of Temples.
Some see *** as something not to discuss.
Some see *** as just another thing to do.
Some see *** as a battleground for Lust.
Some see *** as an extra long shower.
Some see *** as profane and obscene.
Some see *** an personal preference.
Some see *** as ages-old Dogma.
Some see *** as Heterosexuality.
Some see *** as all that there is.
Some see *** as uncomfortable.
Some see *** philosophically.
Some see *** as a distraction.
Some see *** as meaningless.
Some see *** as a way of life.
Some see *** as a good time.
Some see *** as metaphor.
Some see *** as necessity.
Some see *** as a luxury.
Some see *** as a game.
Some see *** as Mythic.
Some see *** as a drug.
Some see *** as Virtue.
Some see *** as Logic.
Some see *** as Good.
Some see *** as Love.
Some see *** as Lust.
Some see *** as Evil.
Some see *** as Sin.

Few see *** the same way:

How do you see ***?
The only right answers for you are yours.

How do you see ***?
From the first person, or perhaps third?
Is *** a vicarious thing, or is it personal?

How do you see ***?
Is promiscuity absurd?

How do you see ***?
Can your ****** life affect others?

How do you see ***?
Does it matter who it's with?
Does it matter with how many?
Does it matter how rapidly?
Does it matter why?
It sure does to me.

Does it matter for how long?
Does it matter how often?
Does it matter where?
Does it matter when?
Not with the right person.

*** me
My toes
Nose to nose
No clothes
Repure shows
Every breath
I moan..
Shallow groan
Mind blown
Love unknown
Unspoken adoration..
Speechless joy
Girl and boy
Human toy
Together enjoy
Raw passion.

Let go.
Let it go.
Let the pain go.
Let the pain flow.
Let the pain fade off.
Let the pain fade off of you.

Let the sun give you warmth.
Let the sun calm you down.
Let the sun rise and shine.
Let the sun be bright.
Let it be.
Let it.

She smiles at me
Sitting there everyday
If only I knew who she was

She smiles at me
Pale skin bathed in light
Her eyes ask me to stay
If only I knew who she was

Scared to shatter my delusion
Silence holds me there
She smiles at me anyway

Swallow my fear
She sits there wordlessly pleading
Take my hand and look at me
What am I to say?

Another test?
The past wasn't enough?
Dark hair flowing
Her grace undemanding
If only she would stop smiling at me

Close my eyes
Wishing she'd disappear
Close my eyes
Wishing I was nearer

Walk up to her
Her twinkling innocence imploring
Sit by her side and
Whisper

Why do you torment me?
Are you only in my head?
Is your smile the truth
Or just another radiant lie?

She smiles at me
With ruby red lips parted
An image of purity
long thought departed
If only I knew who she was

She gets up with ease
but with a strength unseen
Surely she is salvation
My perfect illusion

Please don't leave
Ive gotten used to you
Grab her hand
Cracks like glass
Grasping at the breeze
I'm sitting alone

She smiles at me
From far beyond
Safe in my minds eye
I know who she is
Finally im free

Open my eyes
And smile

...He smiles at me
Sitting there everyday
If only I knew who he was...