I Can Only Ever Be MeI had, and have, no intentions
Oh, Honey, Please...If you think I give a shit
The Life and Death of a Cosmic BloomI offer this feeble human gratitude:
Inner-Child: Protection at All CostsHer tiny hand held in mine, the plump baby flesh barely fitting into my own. Her palm was sweaty and warm, her fingers cold by contrast. We stood together as one, staring at the crowd of people before us. With an urgent tug from her, I tore my eyes from the group, my attentions turned solely on to her.
Don't Fall In Love With A Writer Just because they will bruise your neck with pearls of metaphors; and splash palettes of colours onto your chest with reckless waves and boundless twilight. They will smear ink onto your lips as you kiss them because that is how they leave hickeys. They are wildest in their 2 a.m. diary, and liveliest in book racks of novels; they have butterflies in every heartbeat and they breathe living poems. They leave trails in libraries and coffee shops like Hansel leaves crumbs in forest and they have undying lovers because every love story is ever living in their abyssal oceans of analogies and similes. They know every cliché like the sunset knows the moon rise, and every wound in their heart like blood in their veins. They are terrifying because they weave you in splinters of fires rolling down their cheeks. They are weird because they don't smile much but sometimes you could catch their smiles in poems or tales. They are psychotic b
God Told me a Secret (Gay Rights Poem)God told me a secret last night before bed,
Hexakosioi Deka HexHexakosioi Deka Hex
Entrance To The Dark Forest
Fate and circumstanceWe can never fully know can we?
ObsessionIt takes 14 minutes and twelve seconds to walk to your home from mine every day. Your mother never fails to smile at me when she opens the door. I never fail to notice that it doesn't reach her eyes anymore.
ApparitionsI was nervous when I arrived. Had my information been right? Was she used to trans patients? Would she be supportive and helpful or weirded out? Would this be a waste of time or the freeing experience I hoped it would be?
breaking a writer's heart.never break a writer’s heart
Oaki knew a girl once,
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
WARNING!!!!! I am very eclectic in my music preferences.
-she knew he was a grave, but she buried herself in him anyway.
a goddess slept on my bedroom floormy blankets still smell
like you, and they stretch
to hold me -
me, who curls into the mattress like a child,
me, medicated and so unsure.
you left two weeks ago,
and i lay tucked against
the window where you
once were, but now thinking
ridiculous thoughts riding
on an unstoppable current:
i would take your last name,
even if it weren't mine to have.
there are certain things
only my memory can touch now;
the way you slept in my bed
like you belonged there,
breathing as if you weren't
counting what you had left.
and if i could have it my way,
i would spend every night i'll ever
have with you, throat burning
and a mouth full of smoke,
but only love dashing from my
lips and floating endlessly into
the star patterned sky.
starry-eyedand I heard that she's immortal,
because he set her in the stars
and painted out the sadness of her eyes,
colored them with the red and purple
of the nebulae, and shaded in her skirt
in the curves of a million galaxies.
and I heard that her mortal heart stopped beating
while he sat beside her in space, in the air that
always tells him that he is not as big
as the solar system, as the galaxy, as the supercluster.
but he could have been the only person in the universe
when she smiled,
and so he colored in the blackness up above
and gave away the sky to her blue eyes.
Move only when you see an advantage and there is something to gain. Only fight if a position is critical. - Sun Tzu -</b>
Dare to Be!!!
"... no one ever got into trouble for not talking too much." - Perry Mason, "The Case of the Howling Dog"
Wink Wink Nudge Nudge
On the inside, I'm quite old.
My passion is getting the most out of every minute.
Favourite genre of music: Rock n Roll
Favourite style of art: Whatever moves me
MP3 player of choice: My PC
Skin of choice: My Own
Favourite cartoon character: Bugs Bunny
Personal Quote: Make no judgment where you have no compassion. - Anne MacCaffery