September 2011
61 posts
Heaven on my Lips
My time is ticking faster than your watch can clock the amount of time that’s even passed. Technically, I’m on something completely different.. Stretched beyond plains that can’t even be described—- therefore you can rarely find me.. and if you do it’ll be accidentally. Pure sweet treat. Never found by those that take it upon themselves to go searching.. God can only...
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August 2011
34 posts
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“You can’t get to Forever by short cuts and temporary routes.”
– Natalie Guyton. Inergetik.
Waking the Wolf
Animal.. primal tingle.. Never sure how to break down this awakening into descriptive words.. Part wolf without the glowing eyes.. without the change and fur. Though if you listen closely, you may catch a hint of the growl of distaste. It is now that I realize the 2 halves continuing to grow together.. The humane and civil piece stands to greet the animalistic grit resonating deep. And both pieces...
Energy float through.. Float on.. Up on smoke. Inhaled. Exhaled. Can’t move another without it… Catch the scent—- and I go crazy. Wanna follow you where ever. Whenever. Intoxicated NY the way you move… busy street. Quiet walk. Same gait. Smooth as the softest thing I’ve ever felt. My face remains cool…. my insides heat, melt, pool. Puddles I can’t seem to...
Shout-Out
intentionallyexquisite:
to people who lie & cheat on their mate & then simultaneously act like their “saving the day” by scolding other people for their mistakes or consoling scorned women, while scorning other(s).
Hypocrisy at it’s best… smh.
“Never let your ‘one leg to stand on’ be wooden when there’s termites around.”
– M. (via intentionallyexquisite)
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Down Here in Hell with You.
Mental trips frequently taken to where ever you are… I would do the most.. to you.. Night or day… Bright stars, flashing lights, thunder storms… Rain drops, wet lips… hunger. Lips biting, nails scratching, resolve slipping. Who’s going to lose it first? I’m starving. You’re thirsty. Satisfaction guaranteed. Recipe for adventure started in the...
Last Train to Everywhere.
Train’s moving… Out of the station.. Steady, but it’s on a schedule. No time for conversation. People will want to turn this sentiment into words of adoration.. Loving locomotive, choo-chooing passionately with or without scratching me.. —But this is not that. This is pounds and pounds of metal like resolve chugging down a track. It’s the heave and pull of change....
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You Could Stay Here.
Just wanna love freely… Anybody I deem sweetly deserving of my sometimes spicy yet pleasurable demeanor.. I lean in with a smile to get a whiff of your aura. Trying to decipher the origin tasted on my tongue… Mother raised you right? Father unsullied self-respect? I get notes of that.. Hinting that maybe we could fit within principles alone. But its what’s unspoken.. It’s...
Icy Hot Morning Thoughts.
The air creates a chill on my skin somehow… As sun light simultaneously warms it. A breath-taking sensation to say the least. Even threatens to awaken a peacefully slumbering beast of sexually energy… attracted to the subtle makings of nature. Night or day.
I see you.. An assortment of moods. All exclamation marks, dot dot dots, and blank spaces… Questioning glances of...
The Art of Conversation
Converse with me… Do as they do in watching the aimless or purposeful steps of passersby.. watch the movement of my lips and even the look of mental digestion. You can look into these eyes and see your words sink in deeply. I can appreciate that you picked up on more of my internal workings than what was laid out on the table, inhabiting spacial frames of time just between us....
Tony does my nails. There’s no one like him. Truth or not, he presents himself like he enjoys the act of doing my nails as much as I enjoy him doing them. If he’s not in the shop, I’m sad. Sometimes I even leave. Tony…. and his heart shaped lips.. hair dyed sandy blonde to cover up the gray— to match his youthful face. Dimples. Always friendly. Tanned skin like...
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genderqueer: Attraction, penises, transmisogyny,... →
pianycist:
I very often hear people say that the reason they wouldn’t want to date or have sex with a trans woman because they’re ~not attracted to penis~. Apparently in the minds of people who say that, penis owners wear huge signs on their heads with detailed drawings of their penises on…
I had to reblog this because… quite frankly, more people need to read this.
The Lava Runs Through It
Long since the days with your face in them were clumped together.. Smoothing out my mornings like clock work.. You still exist. Maybe pieces of my temple lie in distance fields like rubble— beautiful debris awaiting reassembly. No glue just strong hands.. Passion and profound meaning. The definition written within your heart, most would never come close to guessing— but I did. Layers...
Remains of the Days..
It pains me to express the extent of growth visually felt… internally seen.. X-ray vision intuition graces my every movement.. I wanna wipe off what I know to be truths within clear, evident lies.. Urged to face the value of words with the strength of ten men.. Even understanding when some weighted words flutter to the ground—- meaning nothing at all. Stretch the freedom of...
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The Formula.
Affected by the way your tongue deadbolts your heart… The equal mastery in the art of seduction and sarcasm cause me to go into spasms inspired by some other world.. some parallel universe where nice guys finish first.. A place where if I say the sky is falling, we all run outside to rejoice— Hysteria found in the possibility of being closer to God. We are abstract and cut up into...
A Day in the Light of Growth..
It’s not over, but the day has been long already. Turned my head over on the pillow and pressed “dial” because I knew the tears were coming. The last few days, there’s been a lot of that. Tearful learning. Even now, I feel the pressure behind my eyes… My lids blinking for me— just to make sure nothing spills forth.. The usual migraine has a brand new feeling.....
Disappointed. On several levels. Drained. Feeling disconnected. Oddly enough, feeling disconnected like this just makes me wanna retreat even more. In my mind…. someone’s already given up on me. Naturally, I go into “why even try” mode. I’m so tired. Of everything.
He… Reminds me of a puppy..
Can’t stop looking out of the window, forehead sometimes pressed against glass. Any movement in front or behind, catches his attention.. And he glances.. But nothing is as interesting as the scenery passing by these train windows.
Clearly an adult by face… Though his eyes seem stuck within a much younger age bracket. I wonder what the world outside...
