I mean if im being honest the love i deliver
is kinda creepy
but it isn't when you're on your knees asking for
the nastiest things you could think of

A taste for lust on the tip of her tonuge . All I have to do is reach it.

How wondrous,
the romantic heart
that beats
within my breast.
Often do I listen
and within
my mind caress.

The thoughts and sights
that float before
the fantasizing eye.
'Tis much more fun
to dream and
let reality go by.

i've been in a bad headspace for days so i decided to write a poem (untitled #17) but was unable to finish it yet despite feeling low i wanted to distract myself and not dwell on the bad thoughts. i thought i saved the poem as a draft but it turned out i posted it which in return received a lot of likes and a few comments.

so here is the continuation of the poem that i managed to finish during class:*

i woke up with a pain in my chest
a frantic pulse, beating and beating
i feel as though i've reached my end
my once dead now awakened cravings
are all that i have left
there is this hopelessness that refuses to subside
no matter what i offer or wish to abide
i cling to the funeral my mind
continues to fantasize
because no death is beautiful,
no cover up could disguise such hardships
and crumbling torment we hide

(n.j.)

Simple, grounded - finding nurture in small things
Soar - painted wings brought to your eyes, burning

As a kite, homely, heightened, free

Finding home
Simultaneously Guiding your eyes on the way to your truth...
Your divinity

and then, almost as suddenly as a passerby noticing sun shimmering sepia rays through tears in worn, fatigued rain clouds just following a break in storm, the thoughts which relentlessly struck me with you left my view and the feeling waves clashing in my veins eased assuredly into steady flowing currents once again; all for no apparent reason, or, for solely apparent reason