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the trees are still green.
ive got a boy in each ear screaming in a strained falsetto, "find god, then fuck, rub war paint over your collar and choke those dreams of adolescent fancy!"
maybe not in that order.
i feel that those might be reasonable demands.
if not, ill stay a virgin forever and stop posting my barely lucid projections on cross walk buttons so the world can join me in confusion.
ive decided to marry myself to this moment, a rubber band ring on my finger and everything.
i cant tell if theyre asking for a fire or a union.
all i can hear is sex and murder, a whisper of masturbation.
the feral cry signifies a busted climax so maybe these boys are in love and the songs merely rut against each other.
its a valid enough theory.
a part of me hopes that they become beautiful monsters when the lights go out.
for them my heart goes.
today ive decided not to believe in love.
its a silly little thing, not suitable for children my age
"just jealous 'cause we're young and in love."
im jotting this down overlooking stairs to the concrete people playing evergreen games until the grass hits and feet sink against the movement.
my fear is the position to topple into bodily harm, she told me because my statements were laced, hardly contrary to the truth. and my knees are buckling, body sways forward and panic spray paints my senses 'til they're all bright yellow. i fall backwards on my ass, knees pressed tight to my chest so i can breathe normal again.
luckily no ones noticed that its happened for the third time tonight.
it might be a bit cliche to proclaim myself toeing the edges of our small existence 63 percent of the time.
eyes closed and learning how to meditate, recite the best poem ever written to the better half of my memory that sits in the dark until special moments when i wish to remember how to make decisions based on my mistakes.
this is different.
im listening to someone else's favorite song, strike to my ski
Sunglassesi look down and my hands are clasped, the light washing over them in broken stretches, intervals like broken clockwork. fingers interlocked atop the plaid fabric draped down and around my hips.
for the past hour or so ive been writing in my head.
about boys and girls.
those who i have, haven't, should've and desperately want to kiss. im 16, so honestly, theres nothing else for me to write about.
i wanted to start this with a sentence in my mental draft that would state, more or less, 'i tell him i love him but im not sure by what definition i hold it, perhaps whichever he feels it to be.'
something like that.
its about a boy who ive kissed despite knowing just how much i should not have. because my decision making skills are just about as flawed as my parents' are.
i guess i wouldve gotten all poetic about it too. about the songs hes sang to me and how hes just a stepping stone that i paused at, knowing it was merely 'til i truly get what i want (sniff, i say, 'what i had'), but no mat
Blackbirdthe sound of breathing over labored guitar chords.
he says 'rooftop', i think E minor, maybe binary code.
its just that simple.
with an arpeggio inhale and the positioning of awkward fingertips.
now hes humming something i cant discern and the song is supposed to be about lonliness, he says, a thin mouth tilted up in the corner.
'lovely melancholy' i say to myself.
but i hear moonlight and silver glinting off earlobes, hollowed in the dark.
dont believe theyre lonely, more but reaching out from the edges.
scribbles in the corner of papers with outstretched arms, to use figurative language.
a tendency to ask what i am writing, always thinking it be about himself (8th grade memories floating like notebook paper, i remember, small smile and bright eyes.)
right now the sound is repetition, shifting soft and to a feeling--green grass like comforters and arena seating.
and i can hear what this is asking for, a mirror imaged and a sideways glance through crowds.
to break his concentration, th
Counter Topi need to make that night seem more poetic when i write it down.
inject some sorry romanticism into those few moments.
felt like i had no face and even with the lilt of eyebrows, creases in the corners of my forced smile, the expression wouldnt have mattered anyway.
they dont explain it to you in those middle school classes.
the overwhelming sense of power found in sometimes hazel eyes, bright in dimly-lit rooms.
yet crippled in knowing how these things tend to mean nothing.
how my knees give out and quiver.
how in the minutes before, my lips mirrored the action, trying not to weep for the need of piteous decisions.
and voices are obsolete.
but breathing means everything.
i might actually call that my own, unless imagination runs wild and my skin goes blank for an open canvas---close your eyes and see anyone else you want to hold.
theres nothing at all beautiful to see when i let myself be picked apart for the sake of wanting someone i cant have, even when hes looping his perfect finge
Criss-Cross Designthe light has then adjusted
some twenty times since
weve been staring
with hair caught behind cold ears
and the irises expanding
for there is no way
to go blind in these rooms
with white-washed vision
blotting out dark figures
as they might rise slowly
in some distance
but you might switch these lines
to different angles
looking out windows
see the dull drone
of brown eyes
against brick walls
im writing your movement
as i stare at this pen
conjuring some demon
kill you dead
with the unrelenting desire
of this swirling madness
out the tip and over the page
so i could draw the distance
of just where you migh
be looking and write
those lines back to my eyes
and my mouth
because they are both open, staring
as you look anywhere but for me
Adenei've got a safety pin fastened through a collar and a name i dont know fit under the swollen rasp of my dry tongue.
the name like peril, little girls in sunday dresses, celestial in the songs they sing.
as if i knew that definition.
maybe stringing descriptions along branches and stuck with metal points, rusting red through the sides.
spelling out letters with stick tips in teh dirt and memorizing lines on her knees, with her hands upon the ground.
with hair threaded through like loops about her fingertips, passed through pink tinged lips and breathin in her air through filters, left there speechless.
reflecting the sun and leaving their sketches on tree trunks.
the countours gold, eyes closed and blind to the moment.
spit at her feet and found mud squished through toes, causing dissension among the ranks.
and she speaks quietly to the pins in her shoulders that whatever youre seeing, its not happening.
i say Adene, you draw a picture and the lines overlap.
running like water.
We Can See Thisive found out that these lives are like movies and the voices set are scripted pieces of beauty.
my gaze, taciturn, green grass in graveyards.
lifting his chin with the tips of my fingers.
as if holding the pose, fighting breath under water.
and walking away, found an exit through hanging branches of willows wilting in the heat of some lost summer.
the glances then fashioned are disguised 'round my fingers in trying to remember why i could not look away as he tread over flowers, skipping over their stories held in the words chipped into cold stone.
unless laying on the park bench and closing my eyes, finding letters encrypted in the stones thrown at my feet.
if set to the chorus of the soundtracks so celluloid, you could find our names up in the lights of grocery store tabloids.
because we are stars.
pretending out way through the moment of fake love, shielding faces from sunlight in late afternoons.
Hair Clip in Those Bedroomsdarling
i can hear the quirk in your voice
so i know its not okay
and im not gonna tell you i approve
but hes gone on an ego trip
and it extends beyond the hours of jet lag
that pulls you into his arms
from whence he might throw you upon the ground
to hear his drunken hero stories
the fatigue breathes alcohol into his thoughts
and theres that girl that we know
the one that i love more than the world
who whispers two names into everyones ear
and plays off the repercussions as her innocence
so lets all nod and call this okay
i remember the summer
when we smiled
as they played out the night in the comfort of bedrooms
it was okay wasnt it
the dialogue of deception
and hes lining your ears with it
its not the soar of piano concertos
and sonnets spoken with the bow of stringed instruments
if he looks you in the eyes with sunflowers in your vision
know to stare away
because is it not preconceived in the hours that he travels back in time
back to you
to whisper that hes not sure of what you ar
Nekri ThalassaΝεκρή Θάλασσα
Της πρόσφερα νερό,
μα ήταν θάλασσα
Της πρόσφερα έρωτα,
μα ήταν νεκρή
Της πρόσφερα λόγια,
και με μίσησε.
Out?Just a word and a little punctuation
A simple question except when it's a late night text
On my phone the letters looks sleazy; a last call come on
The question mark embraces the word like a lover
It spoons it like I would hold you as we fell asleep
By what you want is something more physical
Why don't you tell me what you really want?
It would take just one more letter... Fuck?
A punctuation that looks like half a heart
Both of ours broken leaving us empty
You want to be filled but it can't help
One night is a fleeting reward
It didn't work two years ago
We were five miles apart
Now you're 500 away
This won't be love
Just one night
Lust and bye
"No," I type
Stranger - part 6 Anyways before you read in this story,there can be with sexual or/and violence parts.And include Gay parts.
- Stranger -
After school, i went back home,and on my way heard weird noises.I stopped and looked around "hmm?" i took a look at little forest what was close to our school. There was standing Fabian,just as a slenderman.
"what are you doing?" i came closer.
"HSSSSssss" he snarled as a snake,hi eyes shinned,then fast turned to my way,standing on all four.
I blinked once staring down at him..."eeeeh...Fabi...?"
He realized it’s me , fast got up and mad looked at me "Kyle!! never scare me like that ,i could b-" he shaked head "never
Stranger - part 8 Anyways before you read in this story,there can be with sexual or/and violence parts.And include Gay parts.
- Stranger -
I didn’t noticed way I fell asleep,i just heard a noise what woke me up,I looked around and didn’t seen Fabi.I looked at my little balcony.He were standing there and staring down,I came closer and took a look.Oh gosh it was my parent’s car.They were back! I hoped Fabi won’t do a bad things.
For some reason he stared at my dad’s e30 for a while,till I pulled him back in room “Fabiaaaan go back to sleep!” I pointed at bed” We need to wake up early tomorrow” .First he was okay with that and came c
Stranger - part 5 Anyways before you read in this story,there can be with sexual or/and violence parts.And include Gay parts.
- Stranger -
Fabian looked at me and came closer.I looked at him and smiled “Umm hello ,I thought you won’t come” .
He leant his head to my chest and sniffed me like a dog,from all sides,his eyes got all black.I calm standed and watched him “Umm? Okay? Fabian?”
“Does someone came with you?” He unsure looked at me.
“Um No” I worried looked around? “why you sniff me?”
Fabian took a serious look at the sky and sniffed air.”All is clear,we can …emm..like you said….hang out now
Stranger - part 7 Anyways before you read in this story,there can be with sexual or/and violence parts.And include Gay parts.
- Stranger -
He licked his fangs after he was done and looked at me,then he playful licked my cheek for telling thanks.I giggled and smiled at him "not hungry anymore?" i asked him.
"heheh actually….. this what i ate now was just a snack" he smirked.
"Really?" i looked at him.
He nodded..." i need alot of food" .
I got up and looked at him "okay ,let’s get you more then” Fabian opened his mouth to say something but skip that and nodded”Alright then” .
I did crazy thing,I took Fabian to my house…parents wasn’t home th
Todo puede cambiarHistoria - Todo puede cambiar
Capitulo 2° - Conociendo poco a poco
En la mañana siguiente ... en otro lado de la ciudad de New York
- Hijaaa! despierta , tu amigo Matias ya llego - dijo mi mamá desde abajo , aveces suele ser algo tierna aun que es una mamá siempre te apoya y aveces te tiene que hacer entender lo que para ti es bueno pero en realidad es malo , ella creia que estaba dormida pero en realidad solo espero que me llame para poder ir con mi amigo Matias
- Ya voy mamá - dije bajando las escaleras
- Hola Ambar - dijo alguien castaño , con ojos verdes como la miel en resumen mi mejor amigo Matias siempre esta para apoyarme pero nosé cuando le dire el secreto que desde hace tiempo oculto
- Hola Mati..(me da una mirada
InsatiableI'm a little bit wild
I'm a little bit free
I'm a little bit crazy
but I'm mostly just me.
Filled with a sensuous curiosity
Drawn in by the articulate.
and this is me getting it off my chest.
I yearn for soft touch, and a strong hand.
A steady fire in the promised land
A place filled with technicolor imagery
Where my mind fizzles out I can truly see.
Bound in my place
on the earthly plane.
My fervent desires in need of being tamed.
Your heated stare puts me in my place.
And that is why I crave your dominant embrace.
You see I'm a little hellcat, and this is a neverending race.
Oh, how delicious is that smile on your face.
So come out my divine lover, and take what so wishes to be yours.
A beautiful submissive, here, on all fours.
I wait, I challenge, do you think you are man enough?
Come out of the night; my urges need to be slain, as the world perishes away
only you can ebb away this pain.
NaturalIntertwined vines that whisper
To each other in melodic tones
The secret tears that flows slowly
Creating an absence of friction
As fingers flutter in the wind
With the sway of the trees
That creaks and moans
The passing of the serpent
That slides through
The soft warm embrace
Of rose petals dripping
From the dew of nectar
That flows below a tainted river
Reflecting the stars
As soft tremors are followed
By the absence of noise
The night collapses into morning
This visions, are painted in my mind
Just Want To Be Seennot wanting a lover
just needing the
and recognized for being
look at them
each a week
gone for the years
mounting as theyre passing
seen a face
and there a smile
in backward places
a mothers only
a desperate one
in the back
shiny new tires
and a glistening frame
too original to be real
ending up sore
bruised about the mouth
fighting to the last breath
for no particular reason
just needing to
keep an honor
engrained to tell
he says im
still fond of you
speaking in the most
no one needs
just wanting then
and parted beauty
in a little time
relating to a notion
thats been played over and over
while theyre sleeping
wallowing in having nothing
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