Time for another poem hinting at ****** things?





Maybe not.

Without any forewarning
You are leaning over top of me
I reach my face up to kiss you
Easing my legs to either side
Push your hips into mine, so that I may see
Wrap my thighs tighter, telling you I want to
How much you want it
Baby
Gasp
I tell you
Don't hesitate
Please?
Let me on it
For now; I am craving what you seek
At last
Your hand finds its way
Down below
You breathe into my neck
Finding me saturated
You start nice and slow
Your mouth continuously inspects
Mouth on my collarbone
The urgent kisses that follow
Your hand holding my face firmly away
You kiss all the way down
I feel you swallow
You look up to me with your dampened face
Hand in your hair
I tell you "baby now."
Taking my skirt and pulling it firmly down
He strips of his own pants
And eases his hips onto mine
I feel the way he desperately wants inside
I kiss him again
As my thighs give him a squeeze
But I will continue later
What can I say?
I'm a tease

That day, I remember the sun
And dancing shadows beneath
The blue water in which we swam.
But tonight, there is none.
I do not bother with a light
As I fill the bath in darkness,
Knowing that it withholds your reflection.
I submerge,
Hoping to feel you in the ripples of the water,
Hoping to fall into your warmth,
Hoping to enter the world we constructed;
The one where a sated moon hung
Over that bridge, like an unrequited lover
from a tree.
It was there that I crammed each lung
With every passing second,
In order to prevent our last.
I am still holding my breath -
Though my chest cries out in pain
As time gnaws at each rib, starving
For ruin.

I haven't written in forever
Due to lack of motivation
I let my sickness get the best of me
And steal my inspiration


pathetic


I will tell you all something, that many do not know
For the last little while I was up and out
All over the city of T.O.

I crashed at a friends and sped right up
He gave me a shot to stay low
I don't remember what happened all week
But on Friday it was home to go

I spent today recovering
Sickness rocking me from within
My whole ******* body aches
From the core of my bones to my paper thin skin

For someone so young, merely the age of 18
It's weird to see the tracks on my arms, showing where I've been
I know my daddy must've saw
For he knows exactly what I've seen

Addiction *****
Don't ******* try to glamourize it

Pin me down
Hand on my jaw
Force me to behave

Using your skill
Strength, and passion
To tame this tiger out of her cage

No amount of alcohol
could make me numb out
the thoughts of you in my head
Desire, lust, love
I have the symptoms
of all of the above
You fit me well
like a glove
You fill me up
like alcohol fills up
an empty glass
You're the champagne
of the night
the thrill I seek
my medicine
my remedy
my one need
You're the venom
without the poison
the love, my hunger it feeds
You set my body free
Spiritually
Emotionally
*Psychically

crazy.
you're crazy
he would say
and he meant it.

crazy because
our lines didn't cross...
the intersection
that we were supposed to meet
always seemed jammed
no progress
no moving forward
the ways we were supposed to touch each other
never felt right.

two loose ends
never meeting at the same spot.
lost children
among the midst of our lives
no path to lead us back
to where we were supposed to have started.

we met eachother with anger
angry faces
misplaced traces,
lots of frusteration
and denial,
and nervousness,
instead of...
laughter.

crazy
he would say,

you believe in angels,
what's wrong with you?
you'd take the whole universe
in one breath...
you're out of touch with reality...
you believe in dreams
and seach for symbols
as if some symbol
is going to give you the answer.
life has no map,
i am your compass
and there is NO direction.
you get up
and take the world
one person at a time-
bleeding out your heart for others.
you talk to strangers
and think you've been places
you've never seen.
and yet,
you get up
and you live
and you do it again
and again-
you think this is normal?
you think you have it all figured out-
you're ******* crazy.

as the clock slows down
and i catch up to the fast pace
of my beaten heart,
as the world slows to a halt
and i catch my breath
after inhaling sparks
from fallen stars and daydreams
i've never been more certain
i am indeed...
crazy.

crazy for allowing him to capture
the best parts of myself
place them in a jar too tiny-
on a shelf that's too big,
and mislabel them
with a big *** sign that read
"DO NOT TOUCH"

i've never been more certain
that i am indeed...
crazy.

crazy for playing lifesaver
on an already sinking ship
crazy for talking to angels
in the middle of the night
crazy for grasping faith
during moments
when the whole world feels
like the collapse of
a black hole-
in the middle of spring
when everything is trying
to start over.

crazy for living
my life on the inside of his tiny jar
on a shelf that's too big
listening to him scream
getting mixed up daily,
a television broadcast
which gets inturrupted
by an emergency test

test
test

this is only a test,
and if the results show it
fine-

i'm crazy.