Her hair smelled of roses, her body curvy in places.
We've been together for months, a destination was set.
I arrived at her house, it was all quiet
Her parents had left us all by ourselves
I unbuckled my pants, she pulled down her panties.
It was standing erect, my glue stick was ready.
I grabbed hold of my stick, and she grabbed hers.
My girlfriend's a dude?
Everything is alright my friend
Now give me some love and trend
You're sweet, lovely and spellbound
I'm melting at around of you, I'm glad.
I never thought of loving someone
like you, writing love poems this way
Your feelings are helpful to myself
to write something about love anyway
I usually just write them for myself
but thanks to you my friend, I'm safe.
I became romantic to write for your love
but though I don't know what else to write
besides life and love or relationship,
beauties and fools or beasts or governments
That's not a headache if you love me, I love you.
take me back from now
if only there were a way how
i could escape this pain i call a life
a way to escape this pain and strife
where my only release is a sharped knife
take me back to when
your voice saying my name caused words to collide
your hand in mine never broke my stride
now all i'm left with is this dented pride
and my lips
don't know how to smile
and all the while
you sit by her side
drinking in my soul
as i sink deeper into this hole
our 'love' has made
i find that even when i sit down to read a book, before i begin, sometimes i’m hit with a wave of sadness, this heart-dropping feeling of loneliness, fear of the emotions i’m about to feel, the emptiness, the focus i’m putting on my own mind… allowing myself to face my own thoughts all alone as they run through my head… it’s a scary, weird feeling and i wish i didn’t feel like this... i need to stop being afraid of being left to myself, of being an individual. i need to find fulfillment in life, in things, in reading alone, in taking photos alone, in spending time alone, in going on a walk alone... in being alone. at the beginning of this year i wasn’t like this, i found happiness and made peace with myself when no one was around but it’s changed, because of /you/ it's changed, something’s shifted, and i want my old self back, i want it to shift back, can i reverse this? can i please take back my old self?...
what have you done to me???
When we dress in phantom finery,
we can only expect disillusionment.
Choke ourself with all our fantastic desires.
Complete mental malnourishment,
from our heart deep self harassment.
Let small smiles slither away.
Gut with tender savagery,
aversions to avarice.
Self-servile self-worth denial,
wash small magic away.
their bodies d r
o o p e d over so much in fact that they had begun to scrape their knuckles along the floor, which is ironic because it almost suggests that this particular stairway offers a (spectacular) view of the (what one may call) opposite of the "ascent of man"; it could even be called the "descent of man".
let that be a lesson on why posture is important, less you find the need to climb up the descent of man stairs.