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It was the day I hugged myself
I knew it was a long time coming
My body was not all that bad
My tummy felt sort of like a baby's

Running short of cuddles
It's what you turn yourself into-
A Baby Man
You are nobody's man
You are your own man
A Baby Man
Kushal 1h
Unhappy with the choices that have been given to me,
Like I'm missing something essential to me.

Say I've got to work hard
To put in the hours,
Make money in a job that holds power.

Why is that the goal you have in mind for me?
If you could see me looking down in a class
that makes me feel trapped within a boundary,
Would you choose my future so blindly?

Understand I don't write as a hobby,
I don't create as a pastime,
I do it as a part of me.
I refuse to be robbed of that
I'm a student currently studying computer science, trying to convince my parents to allow me to change to a Digital arts course. Gaming is a huge part of my life along with writing.This course would allow me to persue both and create something I'm truly happy with.
Grab my hand and come close,
press your ear to my chest,
wrap your arm around my waist
and let your body fall into mine.

Rhythmic heart beats translate to movement in my feet,
my hips ride the tempo and my soul takes the lead.
We’re tangled in a Tango for lovers.
Your pelvis flush with mine
the heat of passion begins to rise.

You spin your body away in an effort to tease,
in that moment I see what I’ve always wanted;
your fair skin dancing in the moonlight.
Elegantly exposed under the stars.

We’re in tune with our element.
Fancy footwork brings us closer,
you’re wrapped in my arms again.

Sway with me,
let the music caress your spirit.
Exhale and be free. Explode with desire.
Touch your lips to mine
and fall in love with fire.
i want love to feel
like i am out of breath

throat burning
chest heavy
gasping for air

lungs on the verge of collapsing

-k.j.c
9.20.18
JL Smith 15h
Pieces of the heart:
Right and left atrium
A set of ventricles
Separated by a septum
The aorta and blood vessels, too
Working together
Pumping life through this body,
But every day
I give bits of it away
As appreciation,
As an "I love you."

© JL Smith
Aa Harvey 19h
Rokkstarr


There's no more love for the music,
I've sang since birth about this world.
Sang those love songs in my youth,
Now your love songs make me hurl.


Fuck Rock 'n' Roll and the bands you think are great!
Fuck the police and fuck you all!
Fuck all those people that you hate!
Fuck Radio 1 and fuck the world!


Rock 'n' Roll is dead and gone,
Once Rokkstarr meant something great.
Once we sang these songs with passion,
Once we sang these songs with hate!
Now we stand here on stage like wankers!
So let's all sell out to the man.
He gives us money for writing shit songs;
Now moneys all we understand.


Sell out tours and groupie whores.  
Life is great?  No life’s a bore.
Been here before and it was just the same.
Same old thing again and again.
Know what to expect, no more surprise’s;
No more excitement, no meaningful trophies.


It all means nothing, now we've been here so long;
The damn record label wants another song.
Which must be written, within the month;
We have a release date, so we can sell this stuff,
Before Christmas to the kids, because they’re our target audience;
The music that they want, they can get from their parents.
Because their parents know, that they just can't say "No.",
To a kid that wants something, as much as they will.


Rock 'n' Roll is dead and gone,
Once Rokkstarr meant something great.
Once we sang these songs with passion,
Once we sang these songs with hate!
Now we stand here on stage like wankers!
So let's all sell out to the man.
He gives us money for writing shit songs;
Now moneys all we understand.


To be a Rokkstarr, you'd think would be great.
But the songs you once loved, you begin to hate.
You sing them so much, it becomes a habit;
Until one day you say "That's it! I've had it!"


I'm tired of singing these songs;
The words have lost all their meaning.
I need something new, something I can believe in.
I need music to fall in love with, I need lyrics with a real meaning;
But my hope for all that's Rock, is a memory that's slowly fading.


Soon Rock will die and be gone;
Because new Rock bands come and go.
Soon there will no longer be any hype;
About a band you heard on the radio.


Rock 'n' Roll is dead and gone,
Once Rokkstarr meant something great.
Once we sang these songs with passion,
Once we sang these songs with hate!
Now we stand here on stage like wankers!
So let's all sell out to the man.
He gives us money for writing shit songs;
Now moneys all we understand.


You never know though I could be wrong.
Maybe soon I'll hear a song;
That will move me like 'Bohemian Rhapsody' did.
That will make me appreciate new music.


Here's hoping for the future,
For Rock to come back with a vengeance.
Remember your roots in a jam-packed moshpit?  
Remember the mindless violence?
Remember when you saw your girl through the crowd
And fell in love with her there and then?
That’s love for Rock music at its finest
And believe me it will come again.


Rock 'n' Roll's not dead and gone;
Now Rokkstarr means something great!
Now we sing these songs with passion;
Now sing these songs with hate!
Now we stand here on the stage;
After finding our love for Rock!
So let's all softly bang our heads and GET THE FUCK UP!


(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey 20h
In search of love


Through barren wastelands my heart does travel,
In search of my salvation.
No guiding star can this boy see, to lead me to gratification.
Only mortals can be seen, through the eyes of this human,
No angel light shall bring me warmth,
Until we shall meet in Heaven.


The self confessed, underdressed,
Peasant marching to his death.
Fate has ruled my destiny, shall be spent alone,
Until I am truly worthy, of once again being loved.
Another attempt, to not fuck things up,
Another attempt at this feeling called love.


I wish I could tell you how I feel,
But I don’t think you’d be interested.
I wish I could convince you my feelings are real,
And I’m more than infatuated.


I think you’re beautiful and out of my league,
But I think we could love each other, so what do you say?
Would you like to go out for a drink with me,
Or am I kidding myself?
If you could find me attractive;
Maybe I could leave this living Hell.


The fire rages through my soul and burns away my every dream.
My world shall always remain cold, whilst this King has no Queen.


Do you want me?  Tell me you do.
Then I can shower you with love.
Do you want me?  You know I want you.
I’ll give you my heart, but please never break my trust.


No man can stop time,
No day is picture perfect.
No love is always good for you,
No matter how much you make it.


But we could make love,
Be loved
And love.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
The trip was awesome
Learning about the camera
The first week's over
On the train home now!
Just like that, week one is done!
Ill be back later on - they set some tasks for us and I want to complete it all today so tomorrow I can relax.
Be back soon, loves!
Lyn xxx
Peace 1d
Inhale
             me
like
          I
am
               your
last
                       cigarette..

Let my
nicotine
be the
wine
you
need
to
unwind..
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