It was dark and I was scared
But you comforted me, so I felt prepared.
Nothing else to see, I was no longer me;
Rampant and ravenous, we got down to it.
Nervously lifting blouses whilst you undid my trousers,
Soft hands and gentle eyes, you asked me gently, to kiss your thighs.
Furtively, you blew my sails and I struggled on despite the gale
Until finally, ultimately, coming short.
Adrift at sea, poor abandoned me.
Exhausted and useless thinking that it's a shame your not toothless.
But I suppose fair's fair so I'd better lick your derriere

Because I heard gunshots in the night, I hid under my sheets;
And when that noise became fire, I went looking for my mother,
But I could not find her.

Tell me what you see when you look at me.
My eyes? My pert, soft buttocks? My beer belly?
Do you even see anything at all?
Maybe, you don't even register me. Maybe, I just walk past you and you walk past me and we both just ignore each other.
There is no special recognition, not a hint of longing or regret.
Just a casual, accidental bump because you were on the phone talking to some random ***** named Trish.
Or, maybe, just maybe, what you see, sets your libido on fire.
You can't bear to look at me because it's like looking at the sun;
You think that if you stare too long, your  eyes will burn and you'll go blind.
You're afraid that one more fevered look in my direction will be the last one it takes to make you jump on me with such lust as to make Casanova weep.  I dunno,
Maybe it's not as bad as that.
Maybe what you see makes you remember those long weekends spent by the lakeside, reading poetry and discovering what it means to love yourself again.
Maybe you just take a quick peek to get you through the day even though your heart wants to stare forever.
Hell, it might even be the genuine article:
That be all and end all,
The one true form,
That greatest thing:
Love at first sight.
Or, y'know, maybe you were just looking at that hobo behind me, vomiting into a bin.

Home.
Three.
Two.
One.
Ignition;
We ascend.
Faster now;
Ground control:
Are you there?
Systems functional.
Slip past gravity,
Escape velocity;
Break Gaea's bonds.
Fuel tanks go.
One.
Two.
Past Luna,
Towards Zeus.
Aphrodite's horizon.
Sol's pull,
Too close,
My wings burn.
Faster now;
Cronos looms;
Rings shimmering.
Faster still.
To Caelus,
Beyond the sky.
To Poseidon,
Past sea's shore.
With Hermes,
The gates of Hades.
Edge of home,
Losing touch.
No longer domestic.
Three.
Two.
One.
Gone.

I'm not complete, there's a piece missing.
I'm not sure if I lost it or if it was never there to begin with.
Most of the time, I barely even notice. It almost doesn't even exist.
But then, you turn, the light hits it, you see the gap.
And it hurts.
And it gets bigger.
And it speaks.
Volume after volume of insignificant insult, petty and childish.
Your teeth aren't white enough. You're too skinny, I can see your bones. You're not good enough. You're depressed and depressing. Pitiful. Pathetic. It's painful to even look at you. A coward, afraid of your own shadow, what good are you? You can't cook, can't write, can't draw, can't act, can't sing, can't dance, you're charmless, witless, boring, stupid, ugly, unkind, selfish. You deserve to be alone.
And then it's gone again.
And that's what hurts the most.
Because it's not constant, or predictable.
You don't know if it's lying to you or if everyone else is.
And you never find out.
And you remain incomplete, unfinished, with a piece missing.

Minutes turn to hours, turn to days, turn to weeks, to months, to years;
Time after time, I find myself in tears,
Trapped in an ordinary place, surrounded by my fears;
My hopes and dreams, maybe everything's not quite as it seems.
Is this all just some giant **** take?
The human mistake.

There was a world once and it was angry and it was violent but it was beautiful because it was ours. It was vast and open and unknown, it hated us and we loved it back.
There is a world now and it is silent and it is scared and it has no idea where it's going or where it came from. It is small, closed and transparent. It doesn't care about us because we stopped caring about it.
This world is not mine or yours, it's barely even theirs. This world is ownerless, lost and apart whilst never having been so close.
You and I, we and they, so connected by wires that stretch for miles that we can barely connect over fences that are inches thick. Or maybe I'm just getting older while it's getting younger.

I walked with God and he told me a story
Of Heaven and Hell,
Earth and the Universe;
Of divine and infernal,
Digital and mechanical;
Of angels and demons,
Men and machines;
He told me a story of all the things that have been, that will be and that could be
And when he was done, I asked him:
Why?
And he shrugged and said:
Why not?

If I could have any superpower, I'd like to be able to breath underwater, go as deep as you like, see all those beautiful things that live beneath the waves, maybe even find something nobody else ever has. No wait, scrap that, if I could have any superpower, it's definitely gotta be flight. I mean, how cool is that, right? I could totally just sneak up on my mates on the 31st floor and they'd be all like, what? And I'd be like yeah, **** it. Actually, that's just childish. And someone would probably call the government and I'd have to go into hiding so they don't do some secret testing on me or something. Wait a minute, that's it! If I could have any superpower it would be invisibility. I could get out of anything, ever. How can I be in trouble if they can't find me? I could also just like, hang about places I shouldn't. Not in a pervy way, just in a curious way, like, I've always wondered what happens in a museum after everyone's left, I bet that'd be cool. Then again, what if it's only you that goes invisible so all your clothes and stuff would still be visible. Ugh, that'd be a drag, having to get naked every time you wanted to do it. I guess then, if I could have any superpower, I probably wouldn't, it just seems like too much hassle, y'know?

How we get from A to B,
Says a lot about you and me.
You go straight there, no stops or detours,
I tend to zig zag, crawling around on all fours

I wrote a book once;
It was about a monkey that ****** ****** and snorted *******.
Oh, and he solved mysteries.
It never got published.