I crave
Your lips on my neck,
Your taste on my tongue;
A night that has no end.

Your scent in my nose,
The perfume you chose
And our lust, staining the bed.

Your moans in my mind,
Rewind as you mend,
While my clothes carry your hair,

Your hand clasped in mine,
Builds the strongest of shrines;
For love,
Until time rewinds

It'll break cause it's just plastic.
Map out a conquest, a Great Dane on my lap,
Welcome home mat, I burned with a match,
Matt died last spring, April first wasnt a joke,
May 9 is the first time I'll drop acid,
It won't go bad, I hope.

Feet in the slippers being ready to dance
The orchestra begins for the Red Dancing Slippers to advance
As the curtain goes up, the applause from the audience being the chance
The Red dancing slippers performed a production of “Inspiration written in the sunshine”
It required dramatic moves and low slow dancing soothes
But the Little Red slippers had a surprise
The Little Red Slippers were joined by the Gold Slippers in a number together
The number was music detailing a King and Queen in powerful roles of anarchy conquest
The Red and Gold Slippers paralleled in the air and demonstrated a fall of the empire
Yet as the Red and Gold Slippers performed on
Appreciation for the arts from the audience applause for the Red and Gold Slippers on stage in where they belonged
It also created a remembered masterpiece
The audience was simply treated to a musical dancing feast
Dancing beyond anyone’s expectations
All you had to do was use your imagination
The Little Red Dancing Slippers who never loss a beat
It’s the Little Red Dancing Slippers with a stage meant for dancing feet.

There is this quiet
and persistent voice
in my head -
quiet enough not to be heard
in everyday life, but
persistent enough to be an
agonizing stitch -
that tells me that society is wrong,
that it is backwards,
that its morals are convoluted,
and only when I am surrounded
by the sounds of nature -
the rushing of water,
the chirping of birds,
the buzz of insects -
and not civilization
can I hear it
without agony.

I wish you would say what you mean
Instead you say nothing to me
All these ******* cracks are driving me insane

deficient of any real love
in image or from kiosk, lack thereof
paternal obscurity
search for quelle of security
cherished adoration from Above