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CandleCuriousity lights the way
As we journey through this
New life, it is a blessing.
Don't hold back, don't
Let others tell you no
Exemplify the best of us.
LoveLets throw away all the labels and
Open our hearts to see the beauty
Veiled eyes now shining so bright
Everyone sees the beauty inside
DanceDalliances found on your feet
And the rhythym moves you
Now the feeling takes hold
Come into the erotic fold
Exquisite pleasure divine
New YearNearly drawing to a close
Each week has been disposed
Where is the time that you chose?
You open eyes and see for which
Every minute and every hour is not a glitch
And now you are no longer blind, you notice your niche
Race not through the day and notice e'ry moment enriched
ReleaseRealms of conciousness
Exalted bliss to be found within
Lamentations of pain, let it all go
Eagles sight set on the future, sailing
All on the winds of change I see the truth
Sadness is the mask worn until the souls' beauty
Escapes from the past, a beatiful dream is realized
The Fire WithinI have a passion burning inside
It's been 36 years and still yet no bride
My soul atremble with shyness and delight
I feel like a foal being guided out of the light
The passion, it waxes and it wanes
Of hatred, true love is its bane
My heart it eternally glows
With the possibility that you'll show
I need to have faith that you'll appear
And our love will shatter mutual fear
ReturnRazed is my past, a hollow mockery of a life.
Eased into a shell, a fight at the grasp of a knife.
Though now turned that the tables have, an old soul adieu.
Under the pressure of a thousand minds, a new life found true.
Reams of blood and bones and a soul reforged from the weight of love.
Now I am born again, a perception turned outside in, a mind I am deserving of.
HeavenHere our eyes meet and the glorious
Estate of heaven is revealed to me
A shaft of light, a beam of warmth
Verily my body tingles with delight
Easy now I see that we are meant to be
Ne'er before did my heart dance meritorious
womenI love them.
I love their sweet perfumes and the curves on their bodies. I love the way they smile. I love how warm they feel when they brush up against me. I love the way they laugh, that gentle, bubbling echo filling the air. I love their skin, each complex of it, each and every cell.
I love the way they dance in the rain. I love the way they take your hand and tells you to escape with them. I love the secrets they shed. I love the sweet lies. I love the innocent truths and the way they blush. I love the way they smirk and say they don't care.
I love their hands on me. I love their red fingernails, forming scars on my back. I love their hands entwined with mine. I love the way they arch their bodies when they reach the passion high. I love the way they moan my name, it's like a spell cast on me.
I love the way they speak. I love the way their tongue moves. I love the way their lips touches mine. I love the way they taste. I love the way they lead you to the unknown by being ju
Society Has No Say On GayYoung and in love
Over and over
We fall for those we shouldn't
Society thinks they have a say
But our hearts have other plans
Those who don't understand
Try to change us
They think that queer is wrong
That queer is curable
I speak for myself when I say,
I've loved many
But only felt right with a few
And one of them is a woman
And so am I
At least genetically
They're like water
You knock a glass over
The water is displaced
But it is not gone
You can knock us over
We will not disappear
Wrong isn't the word for us
Nor is unnatural
Try something like human
Some cells, tissue
A brain that contains emotion
Love, something that is involuntary
It is never too late to discover
To find out who you really are
something others should not control
Society is nothing without numbers
Let those numbers favor our side
And if not, we shall never back down
The Intelligent Are So SadA cascade of words parade around,
with thoughts of atoms and connotation.
She is brilliant, they say,
but she knows she is lost.
Numbers are her companion,
she understands their mean, average.
Words can twist her brain,
she loves the wonder they bring.
She is intelligent, they say,
she doesn't feel clever enough.
Sometimes she feels clever too much.
Excusez-moi, in perfect French,
but nothing is gained by perfect word tense.
She is clever, they say.
But she is not clever the way they know.
She sees things as they are,
and she prefers her thoughts to the world.
She knows she loves them more than they in return,
and her friends will be there until they wont.
Friends reassure her, you'll be okay,
she puts a smile on her face.
She loves them as much as any,
even though there aren't many.
They bring out the best in her,
the happy girl,
not swamped by words.
The one who isn't drowning in formula.
Test scores and numbers don't mark you smart,
she knows this now,
engraved in her
What is Perfect Love?No more.
I just can't take it any more of having to walk around and trying to pretend Im someone Im not.
For years, I'd hid my true self.
Ever since I found out who I was, I had locked myself in the closet.
I can still recall the smells of fabric and the feel of wool on my face. Yes, I was a bit too big to fit inside comfortably, but my own fear of what they would do if they ever found out had made me regardless.
It isn't shame that kept me in the closet. Its the fear of prejudice.
I am the trapped bird that has finally been let out.
The time to spread my wings and show the world my pride of who I really am has finally arrived and I welcomed it's embrace.
Hanging my school jacket, I tell myself, Don't be afraid, Luce.
After all, Its not like I did anything wrong, right?
So why am I trembling?
Why do I hear those 'thud. thud's from my beating heart?
Climbing down the staircase, the sweet fragrance of chicken and potatoes greeted me.
For the first time in my life, I sat o
Love IsLove is feeling.
Shared between anyone.
Love is pride.
Stand up for your orrientation.
Love is shared.
Everyone deserves to feel love.
Love is given.
Something taken with flushing cheeks.
Love is taken.
Accepted and sometimes stolen.
Love is lust.
A type of love used souly to gain pleasure.
Love is forgiveness.
Another chance to prove.
Love is acceptance.
Taken and respected for who you are.
Love is pure.
Pure and clean to be taken as such.
Love is unclean.
Confusion and uncertainty.
Love is unexplained.
Simply something we feel in our hearts.
Love is love.
In any way or any form.
Nothing more, nothing less.
So stop labeling it differently.
things have changed,
it's sad, but it's true,
and as hard as I try,
I can do.
Where once long ago,
I was considered,
now it seems,
for common mediocrity.
I left the challenge behind,
"It's too hard,"
I'd rather be dead.
Can I recover,
Or have I
the ultimate cost.
any hope for this
poor, boring world?
Or can I,
with a pretty girl.
in love's hold.
into it's mold
you need me to be.
You are my
what I do
is for you
and you alone.
I can't even remember
before your name.
I don't even
feel the same.
I don't feel
or anything real,
and your all
captivated by you.
Caught under your spell.
I want to
from the confines
of my mind.
But I die
as each day passes
and I'm not by your side.
that by the time
we finally meet,
I'll be nothing
with your kiss,
Think again.If you think death can't be beaten, you're not trying hard enough,
If you think nothing is eternal, then you've never felt true love.
If you want me to help you, and I tell you to help yourself,
You would think me rude, but some things I just can't tell you myself.
You live and you learn, and you have to live these things,
Empiricism is the only way to know how a nightingale sings.
You must know it for yourself, some things cannot be taught,
When you learn, you must adapt and change what you once thought.
My friend, it is not that I want to keep the knowledge to myself,
It is that I cannot tell you, for some things you must learn yourself.
I cannot tell you what beauty is, for it is everchanging for all of us,
I cannot tell you what is bad or good, for the knowledge is within us.
If I could tell you, I gladly would, if I could put these concepts into words,
But I cannot, so you must live and learn, no matter how much it hurts.
So now it is time,
Little GirlYou saw me,
Broken under the tree.
I sat alone,
Trying to be my own person.
Trying to live without a crutch.
But I guess you looked through me,
And saw the broken little girl I am.
I wish you hadn't scooped me up.
I wish you hadn't started caring for me.
I wish I hadn't cared for you.
You saw me cry.
You didn't know how much baggage I carried.
What I had,
You could never deal with.
The baggage I carry,
Needs someone to be around all the time.
I've been neglected.
Ive been lied to.
Ive been left out on the street to fend for myself.
Ive been left to fight other peoples battles.
I just want to be my own person.
I want to not hurt anymore.
If you see me sitting under that tree,
Don't come up,
And try to save me.
You would be trying to win a losing battle.
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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