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im more mentally ****** up than i ever say*
guilty guilty pleasures, pleasure's all i convey
a rush outside of my comfort zone
i mostly want to be all alone
all the time, tell me lies
turn me on, hypnotized
brainwashed by your disguise
getting off and getting high
bad boys lurk among the good
bad boys are misunderstood
I want to pick your brain..
Lots would like to wander around your brain,
roam your ideas and such
But I am unlike the curious
Although I share the intensity and passion toward you as they do,
I'm finding you in a different place, a dark one none of them can identify
When it comes to you,
I fade away from the mainstream,
chisel through a rock enough to change route..
enough for a one way ticket down a one way path
My solo trip toward a never ending wrath
And since I already have the chisel
Like I said, I'd like to pick your brain
But in less of a poetic form, cut the metaphors sharply
Ironically, although you have intriguing moments,
I'd use an ice pick.
They all love you, but they don't know the 'you' that I know.
But I stick around...why? I know someone they don't. Both good and bad.
Lonely nights, she waited but made sure she looked good
In case his plans could include a quick hello, or a nice drive
She sat in her doubt, slept with her loneliness, got drunk
on the idea of his presence and just how wonderful his eyes sparkled
when he swore he would rather lay with her confusion
than step foot in that life one more time, but he has to
Just once more. Just once. He has potential for permanence which he is blind to. Everything is a drug. Or at least has the opportunity
to get you high with the thought of exclusion, you and him. Him and I.
Inspired by a toxic relationship with a drug dealer who had quite a way with words.
A kiss of pure intention
is one not frequently found
For the lips that meet yours
often bring your knees to the ground

I can't wait until the day when my doubts will float away
and I will be kissed by the most genuine of lips
Ugly, horrid souls use romantic moonlit strolls
as a gateway, leading to her willing hips

A kiss of pure intention
leaves me feeling breathless


A kiss of pure intention
has no need to mention
future possibility
for an equal probability
of walking you home in the moonlight
or staying until the covers are wrinkled just right
for you read the same book, are on the same page
Emotions run parallel, obviously engaged
We learn to read one another, to see what we'll find

*A kiss of pure intention leaves more than lust behind.
Inspired by a Freaks and Geeks romance & personal experiences.
I find myself trying to speak
The words I myself find to be meek
Your presence brings a sense of happiness
To a world full of ugliness
Your life shines with fulfillment
In a world with so little enjoyment
These words I try to find
Are formed in my mind
But are never spoken
For their formation hold naught but a token
A token of appreciation
For your reconciliation
These words I try to find
I hope to God are worthy of your time
When all my words do to accomplish
Are a sense of unworthy abolish
To a rather revealing relation
That was never a creation
 May 2014 Micay K
Suzanne Penn
When you get close to me...
I feel you
physically.
long before we touch.

There are times when...
our rhythms sync
and throb
unintentionally.

Your intense closeness...
staggers me
draws me
entrances me
"with your eyes"

We just...
fit together.
Very Nicely...
you feel like home.
 May 2014 Micay K
Suzanne Penn
I truly have
a love...hate...
relationship

between
believing...
what I know
and...
knowing
what I believe...

Symbiotic...
and toxic...
It's a detailed.
enigma...

My curse...
My passion...
an ever present pull...
with stubborn intent
often directly opposed
To the path
which I am on...

When I was much younger
I developed a systemic
and purposeful mission
to design the person
I was to become

I had carefully weighed...
tested and mapped out
my "edges"
finally setteling on
habits, personalities
and a type of lifestyle...
this allows me
a precarious balance...
between honor, appearances
and fair exchange ..
friendship, acceptance and fun...

Something rare
during my colorful  
and...
then recent
childhood...

Like I said...
young...
and well...

Once I found my path...
I stubbornly believed...
That no others...
existed...for me

Really young...
...hee hee hee

As we all know...
life happens ...

...and I rolled
and flowed...
and always seed to manage

But I didn't bloom...
I just became really good
at being me.

Just missing...
a really good second...
again
waiting...to become...
 May 2014 Micay K
Suzanne Penn
Softly...
even here
the winds of change...
breeze through.

Destiny...
and history...
are turning...
Cogs in place.

Hell...it actually feels like
... 1968!


The Hippies
have all grow old
and are now
the voting majority.
Think about it...

They're rolling a doobie...
and affecting real change...
one organic, patchouli soaked
volunteered,
re-purposing project
after another.

The "big picture"
is simply a poster...
cut into small bite sized
puzzle pieces...
we are all skirting the edge...
still unconnected.

It is the age of...
focusing, clearly...
on purpose
and integrity.

The storm is clearing...
and insight,
has an electrical charge...
zapping us all
into action
into submission
into our future...


The message
thunders clearly...
and resonates succinctly
and justly...

Calling for us all
to...Do...
"What you CAN DO...
purposefully for-going...
whatever it is,
that you CAN"T DO"

"I AM"
becomes...
We are...

Maternal society  yearns...deeply
waiting for it's turn
not asking permission...
Just doing the next right thing...
and taking the steps
necessary...

To be seen...
far past equal...
On the edges
of unnoticed

Dropping labels
and be recognized
for what I bring to
the table...
not whom.
Written on MAY 20, 2014   ----ON THE VERY SPECIAL OCCASION OF THE OREGON SUPREME COURT OVER-TURNING THE STATE CONSTITUTIONAL AMENDMENT BANNING SAME -*** MARRIAGES.

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