delicate folds into endless
creases, the wrinkles
in mother's hands. asking for
& creating new faces
when you think the last of you is gone.
& though the world may
tuck away your
pleat you into
take to the earth,
uproot the trees.
stand tall as your last in-
become the called bluff
& bloom in the space
before you hit the earth,
become the bird that you
are & perch on
i feel weak
everyday another piece of me folds in
im becoming the thing you never wanted to see
im becoming to reach the point you hoped i would never
im the piece of paper in the bottom of your bag
the one you needed
you lost it and spent ages looking for it
but by the time you found it
it was torn to shreds
it was no longer useful
and you groaned and complained
but then you got another
and you were thankful that there were others
to replace the one you forgot about
until it was too late
but i couldn't forget
i laid there in pieces wondering what happened
but you realized it got bad
and then you realized it was too late
and you moved onto the next person to care about
until it was too late for them too.
What were told we are
We are not
Take time today
To write a different script
Say I love you
To your inner child
Smile at the heavens
And say Thank You
I sent off my heart today,
in folds of ink and moth's wings.
I whispered a wish and let go,
so it could flit across the waters.
When it reaches you,
will you hold it close, and set me free?
Or will you burn it,
and let my prayers rise to the heavens?
written July 2014
you are blind to my feelings for you -
have you covered your eyes or your heart?
The likes of you I can't describe,
Yet I love to eat between your thighs.
The melody you spake to me
Unfolds my greatest sovereignty.
I crave to quaff all of your spit,
And swallow every drop of it.
Don't cheat me of your tasty flesh,
Those bare and supple ****** *******,
Your eyes that follow my firm gaze,
While we kiss and lick and misbehave.
I need to feel each piece of skin,
Smashing girl and boy parts over and over again.
It's such a treat to eat you whole;
I'm obsessed with eating 19-year-olds.
— The End —