#honeypot
Shake; don't stir, run through the pattern,
I was always Jupiter but they all prefer Saturn,
it's got a ring while I'm all explosions,
that's just the thing with these silly emotions.
In outer space the stars are your only friend,
and you're feeling out of place but these days that seems like a trend.
When the moon seems too far away,
the sun will come soon but it will never stay.
Xannie's my favourite girl,
she's got me spinning in this crazy world,
so I add some blue to the swirl,
with the red it makes purple pearl.
My thoughts say "I don't want to live like this."
So I jot some shots to my list.
I can only dream of that peaceful bliss,
and the ancient years of which I miss.
Shake; don't stir, follow the lead,
you see flowers occur but I only see a ****
toxic it grows until all it consumes,
everyday she mows but I think it needs fumes.
Down in the dirt where soil holds the leaves,
I buried the hurt but a heart still grieves,
and when the moon is covered with sheets of grey,
the sun will come soon but it will never stay.
Xannie's my favourite love,
she fits my heart tight like a glove,
and when it comes to push or shove,
she's all that I've been thinking of.
My thoughts say "I don't want to live like this."
"If this can even be considering living."
I'm waking up to a dark abyss,
it's taken all and now it's giving.
The thoughts in my head,
buried under the dirt,
those words left unsaid,
the ones that cause hurt.
But tomorrow might not come,
this whole thing could be done,
and I've bit my lip since I was young,
I'd hate to also bite my tongue.
Xannie's my favourite girl,
she's got me spinning in this hazy world,
warming my body until I curl,
now all routine is a deadly burl.
My thoughts say "I don't want to live like this."
"Maybe I don't even want to live at all."
Every single second I just reminisce
of the days before I hit that wall.
Who would've ever thought
that during those teenage years,
I believed each day I fought
against loneliness and my fears.
But youth was just a brawl
adulthood is a ****** war,
back then I really had it all
but resented that I didn't have more.
This realization has caused madness,
and irony has a thick glaze,
'cause the youth that I wasted in sadness
was really the "good ol' days."
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC
I got this theory that this cycle
we are creating is one of a kind because the transfer is so sweet
sweet like the nectar from a honeycomb
Your spirit and energy talk to me as
my companion
my partner
I don’t wanna stay your girlfriend
I wanna be your wife
My mind runs a million times over
thoughts if you flooding in my frontal cortex
feelings of emotions and my heat rises for you
visions of that amazing smile will forever warm my heart
you got me all the way
I am the only beauty to his beast
my mind was always rushing
I used to tell myself that you would never unravel me
you have started to unravel
every last piece of my existence
the outcome that you will help me forge
will be the creation of us as one
This is what I see when I look at him
when he touches me
when I feel him
when he says he loves me
explosions
of
joy
love
lust
desire
faith
trust
comfort
all at the same time
oh how I love him so
my heart has never felt all this joy
for a man that has experienced life
we have unlocked something so amazing in each other souls become one it's beyond this world
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 8:12 PM UTC
Tourism can be good,to mix for the local economy like windmills generating energy,
positive energy can grow like continuous effort
that 1 day can bring results,
Couples of socks can match and others may not,Similar to diversity where different backgrounds can soak near each other so may the sinful wars come to common terms,
The pond of water can be contaminated yet there was the homes of frogs,
So the homes of the innocent may the leaders not destroy them in crossfire,
Sinful Conflict and war what little can be earned isn’t required for the possible ocean of blood lost,
The pit in the land that can be empty from bombs could witness the future planting of seeds slowly growing into towering trees,
The community servicing others may be like a pricy jewel found in times of famine,
The best of protectors is A
Octopus may have tails each having its own function some hide deeper in the marine so hidden yet an important part of the ecosystem,
Some who may not be the most open yet are essential to attaining the highest level,
Such may be the hidden drive inside the Muslim that is determined not to lose to sin and let good put out the fire of sin with water.
From green lands that can stretch far miles and miles till what is outside what the eye can see,
May Allah protect the natural beauty of the soothing acres of luscious green
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 7:36 AM UTC