Some have very high Sexual needs Others cery few needs And still find a way Lovely offers to reject As presented on a platter. Masochists? I say, to a degree But also many stupid reasons And a bad link in the brain That tells, nay, commands To refrain.
I fight to survive certain people in my family because they cause my anger to explode and sometimes you want to kill them but consequences are to high for me so you write poetry to get rid of this anger inside your soul which is causing you pain and yes I know they are family but sometimes family get on your nerves So live life to the fullest and the Hell with the rest
mercy's echo moves too quick gone too soon how to reconcile at such a vel o ci ty blindly all knowing as to know no thing in truth's true thing an ill'usion a folk'lore of all the foot'falling it took (takes taken ) to get our hell ...
I can't touch it. It burns too hot. Hot as the morning sun. Sun steam boils the insides. Insides melting. Melting cartilage, veins, skin. Skin waxy, holds a flame. Flame flickers in the night. Night sky full of sparkling light. Light as a feather, your feet float. Float your heart over here. Here is where I will keep it safe. Safe from hands that roam. Roam around my tiny room. Room with a view. View of the rotating Pulsar.