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Faith Jan 2019
The cool girls curl their hair
The cool girls wear makeup
The cool girls wear tight clothes
The cool girls have boyfriends
The cool girls swear
The cool girls are thin
Why can't I be a cool girl?
Are you one of the "cool kids?"
Aa Harvey Dec 2018
In heat


It’s hotter than you right now,
And you are super-hot;
So I am praying for a rain cloud,
To wash all this sweat off.


It can stay nice and hot all day tomorrow,
But right now I need to sleep.
So let me chill to ease my sorrow,
I am boiling here like a frog in heat.
Give me the mind of a hibernating polar bear,
Instead of leaving me here burning like a solar flare.
Burning brighter than the sun.
My tan looks nice but big brothers nanny state,
Leaves me in danger and fearing the fun.


You like the way I look right now,
But please I need a single rain cloud, to follow me around.
Everything itches, like picking at stitches,
I need a way to turn my mind off,
But it is too **** hot!
Thinking of you turns me on and that sends me over the top.


Thinking of you taking off your top,
Makes me feel like a boiling ***, I really have to stop.
Bubbles a bubbling, cuddles I’m missing,
Don’t leave me hanging here high and dry.
I need some fresh air to cool me down there;
I need a missus, or I think I am going to just give up and cry.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Shofi Ahmed Nov 2018
The storm that dares
To snap up a bubble
Brews up the thundering
Only to sing out in raining!
Beyond the serene meadows
One still rests in the cool shadow
Swallows the downpouring
just like an ordinary daily dose!
A Simillacrum Nov 2018
Shower, you
touch me, still,
hotter than
clumsy fingers.
Clumsy advances.
In the water,
I see shapes
rising in steam
built by the
confidence
I can manage,
alone with you,
when I sing.

. . .

Lights out, cast a dark net.
Got the      yellow lights outside,
though,
catching my plans
on the
unbalanced heel,
but the      assisted glow
just makes my. . .
my aura cut out
a visible,
protective shape.

More than this,
in the music,
wearing my skin,
proud, yet naked,
I
      bravely emanate.

Oh ((oh)) Oh ((oh)) Oh ((oh))
I won't live forever.
Oh ((oh)) Oh ((oh)) Oh ((oh))
I just want some      infiltration.
I just ((just just)) I just ((just)) ((just))

I just --
wait. It's no meager thing.
I'm no meager thing.
Danielle Oct 2018
She supposed it was more than just rain.
It was a touch, light and rough upon the skin.
A harsh tap tap that seemed to echo through the world.
Eventually, it took over as she knew it would.
It felt cool, running down her soul
Not that she wanted the cracks cleaned out.
But the rain was insistent, formidable, and crushing.
It was, after all, more than just rain.
Isaac Oct 2018
Cool answers exist waiting for cool questions to be asked.
Written 19 October 2018
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