inches to heaven
skin swollen to bursting point
your pelvic thrust against mine-
pink and aching and relieving with touch.
the fires burn between us as we brush
skin against skin,
sin lost in the beauty of lovers
taking one another in.
we are just a little bit closer to heaven.
#geekslutnerdgirl
#poetry
#sensual
Whiteout stress
Stress
Stress
Stress
When can this cruel stop?
When can this huge part of my brain stop thinking about the future, future, future?
It's making me go crazy all over.
Why do I have to go through this?
It really has no point.
Every year, many people die because of it.
Every year, many people cry because of it.
Every year, many people lose love because of it.
When can it ever stop?
Never.
It doesn't get erased.
It really doesn't!
It doesn't dissappear from your life!
It's not what you can erase.
Totally not.
You can't just have the stress be erased from your brain and have a happy life.
No one can!
Even a superhero or a person with magical powers.
No one really can.
Unless...
You whiteout stress.
Unplugged
Why am I born? For what reason was I born into?
All of my life, I wondered.
Why is everything leaving me?
All of my delights have left me.
All of my friends have left me.
All of my family have left me.
But, but why?
Am I that weird? Different?
I feel like all doors and window covers are closing and leaving me in darkness.
I feel like all of my properties are flushing down the toilet.
I feel like all of my blood are turning into black ashes.
I feel like my mind is shutting down, unplugged.
Wait... do I need someone?
Someone to unplug my loneliness?
But my real question is why am I unplugging?
I miss us
Is it tears or rain that wet the page
My sentences go on and on
A lot of words for something so simple
Sitting out here all my memories come back
Laughing until I cried, crying until I laughed
I can’t process how it all happened so fast
One day I was here
Then somehow days and years passed
The trees grew up and I did too
It doesn’t seem like long but I guess it has been
Running around this yard playing pretend
Swinging the day away talking about the future
Too innocent to doubt, only focused on hope
I thought it’d last forever
Every day seemed the same, change was slow
Then fast, very fast
And I can’t figure out how to grasp this
Sitting out here in the yard while it rains
This used to be our fortress but now I’m alone
I can’t change what’s not in my control
If I could, it would have been me instead
But here I am, writing to a ghost
Thinking about the ghost of our past
And the ghost of our future we will never have
I can’t tell if my tears have stained the page
Or if it’s just the rain
It might be both
If you were here you’d tell me to go inside
But the rain feels good
Feeling something against my skin again
Besides you
the daydreamer.
Tomorrow is just a daydream away
My body may be present but my mind wanders
Live in the moment. This moment is real.
They keep talking
My mind keeps building worlds upon worlds
Losing touch with reality to keep the dreams
I created the dreams as an escape
But now I cannot escape the dreams
Daydreaming my life away
Scared to quit
I’m dreaming to live not living to dream
They exist because reality seems hopeless
But reality can never get better if I don’t try
I have no energy left to try
My energy was left in my fantasies
Real life shrinks as the fantasy’s grow
Tomorrow may just be a daydream away
But my entire life I have never woken up
Love Cage
Obsessed
By love.
I wonder why
People are
Obsessed
By love.
Are we not whole?
Are we not strong?
I know love.
But when I share
You want it all.
The love in my heart
Would burst your heart
If I gave my whole
To you.
If I gave my heart full of love
To you
It would overwhelm you.
Yet others yearn for love
And you yearn for them
To find love.
But not my love.
My love
You want to keep
Like an animal in a cage,
Wild
Yet tamed,
Prowling
Unfree
And waiting to explode
When the cage is opened.
And then
It will go
Far from you
And you will write poems
About wishing you could find love.
But when you do
You will put it in a cage.
The Eddy
Time will tell
We move through life:
experiences- growth- knowledge
We stand strong
conquering fears.
We become a community
functioning as individuals.
Time will tell
our future.
We have choices
and embark on a path.
Just like the water
life moves slowly with
FORCE
We can get stuck in an eddy
sometimes swirling forever
we slip out
and continue to move
with the water
in the river.
Stuck?
Dear limb in the water,
You appear to be stuck.
I have felt stuck
in the mud
for some time.
Unable to move
in the ways I wish to move, I allow self doubt to arise.
And here you are- a limb in the water stuck in the mud.
I notice you. I see you.
Dear Human,
Yes, I appear to be stuck.
Did you also notice
the growth that is occurring?
The sun is shining on me.
I feel the slight movement of the water.
Turtles climb. Fish nibble.
I rest in this place.
Then I bow
and offer gratitude
to my teacher-
the limb
in the water.