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 May 2018 J P
Olga Valerevna
set fire* to the thoughts my head has had me walking through
I don’t want to do anything if I am without You
I’d rather let my body go in flames right here and now
Than walk about a slave unto the ashes burning out
The world has neither reason nor a name to give itself
Some version of a truth that only dare resemble
Hell
Laid back in disposition, waking up in half a sleep
Without a way to walk into a promise made to keep
If anything that matters is worth anything at all
I want to die to see it and be risen when it’s gone
 Oct 2017 J P
Brenna Martin
lust
 Oct 2017 J P
Brenna Martin
by definition,
lust is
extreme ****** desire for someone

by nature,
lust is
uncontrollable...
I'm attracted to my thirty-seven year old male teacher
and my eighteen year old male coworker
and the quirky girl who sits behind me in history,
what?

by religion,
lust is
a sin, punishable by Hell,
whatever that is.

lust is unavoidable,
but socially unacceptable to act upon.
I know this ***** I'm really tired
 Aug 2016 J P
Olga Valerevna
you don't need to be drinking to reveal a sober thought
the words are there inside you if you're not afraid to talk
We have too little time to be offended by ourselves
so throw away the bottle and forget there was a shelf
Let time be your instructor, it will whittle down with you
and show you something greater in a way you cannot do
I've read the twelve believers and considered all their words
they're either all too certain or completely all absurd
so let us make decisions with a judgement of our own
give wholly unto others we may never even know
The point is we've been fighting for a point we've tried to make
but loaded every message with a fountain of mistakes
Truth.
 Aug 2016 J P
JM
All for you
 Aug 2016 J P
JM
Dark hair, milky thighs

We are all such broken things

Deep in the Nothing.
Palest skin, sick blood
Dead echoes steal sleep, precious
**** the pain away
 Jun 2015 J P
Olga Valerevna
And suddenly I do not feel the need to speak again
To take you to my room tonight and try to play pretend
The only conversation that remains is silence now
So let it be in stillness that our bodies take a bow
I've wandered through this skin so long and finally returned
To some place I'd forgotten but completely reaffirmed
I'd like to settle in and watch the windows open wide
To listen to the wind as it renters my whole mind
It's something like a song a weathered spirit taught me young
I'll sing it with my spirit and the notes will carry on
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