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You’re My Campfire Today (Poetry)

Maybe I'll make you a mix-tape
And title it: You're My Campfire Today
I'm never alone long, I don't want to be.
I have good friends here...
I see things differently.
Its not a competition, but its a game.
And I'm cool, but very human.
A woman in need of healing.
I'm strong, but a little helpless right now.
I'm getting better.
I'm never hopeless, I try to think less.

One kiss is not enough for too long.
You tease me like I am twelve.
It's fun like this.
I couldn't do anything more,
but take it easy anyway.
You go away to drink your beer.
And I'm stuck right here.
But feeling better,
Its not just the pills.
Thanks!

You put your hands on me.
You felt my pain and pushed some out.
Don't seem the type to be so smooth,
But you got such good moves.
I didn't expect your gifts.
I wish I could remember the feeling,
Try to recreate your touch.
Until the next time...

wicked gay

Smiles and Rainbows...

Naughty pretty ones
Effortless and homogeneous
Some more natural than others
The fan boys will be boys
They lust for Sassy ladies
Who want to have some babies
But not with little boys.
I'll keep this thought
For the next time
I may need it
I'll pass it right along
When you're away
I'm gone.
Enough of that
Stink face
Which has no place here
In the world of
Smiles and rainbows...

This ho is batshit crazy

Almost Happy (better read aloud)

He enters my mind this time.

It makes no difference except inside.

A little torture even when I'm far from weak,

I close my eyes and hear him speak.

Dreams of his touch plague me...

Defying chronology and logically,

I am almost happy.

But some things are missing...

Promises have not completely broken me.

As long as I have putty

To fill the crack of the buddy

That I lack.

He's still joking of course,

My invisible discourse,

Distracting from the present tense.

His pop song reminds me of a bad friend

I wonder what would have happened...

In this nonexistent place

Where I get to kiss his face.

I've occupied myself in space,

My memories take the place

In my heart,

I want to feel this way for someone new

But I'm just to scared to.

WORDS FROM A LEGEND M I RITE

From umbilical to spiritual, I'm an enigma
Chopping the weeds that compose your stigma
I'm just like my predecessor, G.A.M.E. inherited
G's Always Make Enemies - I cherish it
I don't gamble with Time, Life I understand
That's why my watch never shows a hand

From the cradle to grave, Fuck these cowards
She ain't pregnant but I gave her a baby shower
I'm just like my father, same mask same saber
Been showin' my dark side since the incubator
Never say never, cuz' for real you never know
Seeds without Son hate God and never grow

Where I'm from even butterflies make you bleed
Wings hidden under steel - stay close to me
I'm just like my environment, another worker bee
I fucked the Queen and now my honey is free
Been to Heaven and back, couldn't stand the decor
Kept seeing my reflection on God's green floor

they do?

Nazis love jazz
And have noses you wanna bite
And have necks so slick you
Wanna play them like the sax

You wanna teach them to play the flute
And hear your heartbeat at the same time
Cuz youre real and they should know that
Now

Nazis are sharp
Ly dressed and witted
This one has a soft tongue
Not forked
But round like “amor”

She curves like a face
That smiles to the sun
Her eyes glimmer and glow
When the rest says no

seriously?

floating in the air
watching the trees go by
lay down, once again, in thin air
i try, but never tend to succeed
a lover in this life is all i need

i feel lonesome, oh so lonesome
without you, i could be nothing
but i definitely feel something

a heartache in disguise
a foolish kiss to make me mezmorized

tramatized, begotten of love
wishing from me to you, to the stars above

this world is full of such chaotic mess
it makes me delightfully cherry the stars to success

in ending, am i loved or rotten
my love for you has wanted to be begotten

spotted, i lay down a last time
watching love make this hate crime rhyme with a valentine

will i be in a utopia, or is this me dreaming?
this love is a mess, and i guess this is me reading it
it is valued, like such a treasure
watch me and my love measure up to a full cup of love

tits or gtfo

When in doubt, revert.
Forward motion is an illusion;
a vector carved into the dream of a curve.
The curve forms a half moon;
the half moon forms a circle.
The end is the beginning,
but you knew that; it is obvious.
You must have figured that out by now.
So, when in doubt, revert.
It doesn't change a thing,
it doesn't change a thing,
it doesn't change a thing.

13 year old with a broken heart/spell check

Take me and hold me
and watch me fade away
Cry myself to sleep
I cry my life away

Break me and burn me
Kill me if you please
Stab me and beat me
Bleeding... on my hands and knees

Do you see me?
I am dieing
But in my heart
I will forever be crying.

what the hell is this crap

Dont say a thing, dont say a word
Hush for me now, dont be absurd
Dont make a sound, let all noises leave
Hush for a second and try not to breathe
Just sit here with me, just for a sec
Hush for me, babe, for now I am swept
Just come in closer, turn your head like this
Hush for a second and give me that kiss

Now pull me closer, now make it last
Hush for a second, stop me in my tracks
Just let me feel you right here, up against me
Hush for a second, plainly and simply
Make my eyes close, make my day stand still
Hush for a second and give me a thrill
And then our moment has come to an end
Hush for a sec til we do it again

SONNET TO A FRIEND

If I become, in any sense, divine
Or more than human to your
questing eyes;

If, seeing me, you see not
what I am, but what you
wish to see, see me instead!

If I pretend to soul-perfectedness,
know that within me lies
the crying child who, seeking
comfort, lies within us all.

If ever you should think I
have no need of words or
touches, or of thoughts or
deeds. Think once more:
For the well of needfulness
in me is deeper than the
sounding sea.

Yet what I take is but
what I return.
No pedestal for me:
My feet are clay
As every other's who has
passed this way.

The Ontology of Pharmacology Biotechnology

These words of ontology create my heightened epistemology,
leading to the ideology of living my life without all apology.
I know that I should probably care more about my psychology
than I do about pharmacology creating the newest technology
to make my physical neurology a living lab of anesthesiology;
but this aforementioned possabology, excuse my terminology,
just sounds too good to me to be a personal philosophy.