"horomones" poems
what the hell is love anyway? why is there this supposed special connection to someone. And why do we fret so much when it goes away? what makes it different than a friendship? is it the extra doses of horomones you get from kissing? (wich, lets face it, is oly a trigger to the brain to think of ****** contact) why must humans search and find this ONE person the propose impossible promises to? Most animals just let their ****** need envelope them when they choose and dont think too much on the subject. But doses of religion and morals of society prohibit us from doing that. Are those morals the things telling us to seek out this unreasonable aspect of love? are those morals the secret to these pain-inflicting circumstances? becasue, all feelings are are certain levels and mixtures of horomones in the brain, so love is nothing more than a science. The thing that seperates the link between enjoing someone as a friend and as a suitor is *** and the eason people get heartbroken and cry over losers who hurt them are merely the fault of morals
Jun 6, 2010
Jun 6, 2010 at 4:50 PM UTC
Probably the most misunderstood creatures.
Ever.
Just because we experience horomones,
doesn't mean we act impulsively.
Just because we go through changes,
doesn't mean we all cut.
Just because we date more,
doesn't mean we have *** all the time.
Just because we act nosy,
doesn't mean we ALL gossip.
We're just nosy/curious.
So.
Before you think just because you're older,
that you're better than us,
you were us at one point.
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 11:27 AM UTC
Skin that is as lovely as a warm summer day.
Lips as luscious as a fresh strawberry.
A body that Athena would loathe you for.
My desire for you burns like a shot of tequila.
Hands that are made to fit right into mine.
Arms that rest on the nape of my neck as we kiss.
Pulling me closer to the place I want to be.
The scent of your hair drives me madder than mad.
The rush of horomones that course through my veins.
As my lips find their way the side of your neck.
As my hands find their way to the small of your back.
As our faces touch and we feel what we have.
Mutual feelings of intensity that we cannot describe.
Your voice says you love me.
But your eyes say so much more.
The wall has come down and our feelings are pure.
Time has stopped and I've forgetten the world.
For all that exists at this very moment is us and our love.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 8:55 PM UTC
You may be my number one but,
Coming in second place ain’t nothing but me on the run from your first love.
Sneaking into your room
Smelling nothing but her fresh sprayed perfume
Laying on her pillow on her side of the bed
Its almost too easy to just pretend
To you, there is nothing to mend
Nothing wrong with it
It’s just *** no feelings in it
You say to yourself “it isn’t really cheating”
While telling me I’m the one who really gets your heart beating
Filling me with fleeting horomones I know will go away when I go home
But
Right now you and I are all alone
If I try to leave you’ll just call my name and groan
“I can’t live without you”
So I’ll crawl into the bed that you pretend is ours
As if we’re the ones engaged in more than just an affair
I lie to you and tell you I just don’t care that i am not yours
As you hold my body and stroke my hair
I almost feel loved
But I know in reality there are no doves in our future
And No future for those imaginary symbols of love to inhabit
So, after our fun
I rise up and
Smile and
Say goodbye
Because no matter how hard I try I will
Never be your number one
And not looking back I’m
Back on the run
This time, not from your day one,
But from you, and your false illusion of love.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
Brain shut up
Horomones calm down
Tears of frusteration
Don't you dare fall
Lungs breath
Bodu cool down
This isn't even
The worse of it yet
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 2:08 PM UTC
Tear into my flesh, use me as you wish
Make my flower bloom, and my honey flow
I am little red searching for that big bad wolf
With his undeniably dangerous thrill
For lust over love because love is not my priority anymore
I lost my innocence when I wandered from the path
Grandma's house can wait, my horomones are driving me wild.
So I will wander the forest until he hunts me down
And accept my fate when I am finally found
I only wish for his teeth to sink into my flesh
And let my blood flow like a fine glass of red wine
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC