I wake in the morning
Lashes fluttering
Soft
Like the feathers in his
Comforter.
I wake in the morning
And turn.
Tugging at blankets,
Fluffing pillows,
Moving to warmth.
I wake in the morning
And he, eyes closed,
Envelops me in his arms.
He is awake before he's
Awake.
I smile, and laugh.
I wake in the morning
In his bed.
Comfortable,
Smiling,
Natural.
Logic says not to deny
What comes naturally.
So I stay at night,
And wake in the morning.
How do you get used to
a new face in your bed?
Calmly breathing,
Lightly sleeping.
How do you get used to
a new soul?
How do you get used to
a new face in your bed?
A new voice in your head?
A different touch and feel.
Different words being whispered.
A different hand
You
Dress me
up.
Dress me
down.
You dress me.
You
Tell me what to eat
Show me where to walk.
Show me how to speak.
Tell me what to talk.
You
Say believe this,
Laugh at that.
Smile here,
nod there.
Relax your fists
Shoulders back.
And, oh...
Don't love
That.
But I.
I will not be told how to
feel.
I lie.
I lay.
And you pull,
and unbutton,
and I...
I am undone.
I am not me.
I am unraveled,
desperate to be put together
again.
And...
I put on the mask.
I put on a show.
I play along,
And...
Man,
I'm good.
I wake in the morning
Lashes fluttering
Soft
Like the feathers in his
Comforter.
I wake in the morning
And turn.
Tugging at blankets,
Fluffing pillows,
Moving to warmth.
I wake in the morning
And he, eyes closed,
Envelops me in his arms.
He is awake before he's
Awake.
I smile, and laugh.
I wake in the morning
In his bed.
Comfortable,
Smiling,
Natural.
Logic says not to deny
What comes naturally.
So I stay at night,
And wake in the morning.
How do you get used to
a new face in your bed?
Calmly breathing,
Lightly sleeping.
How do you get used to
a new soul?
How do you get used to
a new face in your bed?
A new voice in your head?
A different touch and feel.
Different words being whispered.
A different hand
You
Dress me
up.
Dress me
down.
You dress me.
You
Tell me what to eat
Show me where to walk.
Show me how to speak.
Tell me what to talk.
You
Say believe this,
Laugh at that.
Smile here,
nod there.
Relax your fists
Shoulders back.
And, oh...
Don't love
That.
But I.
I will not be told how to
feel.
I lie.
I lay.
And you pull,
and unbutton,
and I...
I am undone.
I am not me.
I am unraveled,
desperate to be put together
again.
And...
I put on the mask.
I put on a show.
I play along,
And...
Man,
I'm good.
I hate you.
Until
you surrender to sleep.
Then, I hate you even more.
I always miss you when
I can't have you,
Think fondly,
Then harden my shell when you return.
You speak truth in your jumbled words.
I am uncertain.
But you would be too,
In my shoes.
You're tired you say.
Then leave.
But I believe
The greatest of the greatest
Are the hardest to pin down
And catch.
Ending of a First Love by super-tampon, literature
Literature
Ending of a First Love
I am so different now. We are so different now.
And it just feels so weird to look back. Like I'm leaving a part of me behind.
Like I'm leaving a past life. So, my, we have changed. I wish he could tell me
how I have through his eyes, but I am too afraid his eyes may have grown
bitter and cold. I am not sure if I can handle his version of the truth. I wish I
knew what happened to the kid I met when I was 14. I suppose he grew up,
is all. But I want to know what happened to the kid at heart. I want to know
what happened to the kindness. I want to know what happened to the jokes
and laughter, the support, the ambition. The light in his
As the lit end of the cigarette butt came into contact with the dry surface of my skin I could hear the pours begging for mercy as their eyes were melted into future scar tissue. The past present and future all came together in one glorious orgasm of pain, and in that instant I knew what it was to burst forth from a cocoon of innocence. Suddenly the air was rank with greed, guilt, lust, hate, and anguish; and all I could ask myself was, "Is this what I've longed for so many years?" Like the newborn that wishes only for the lost warmth of its mother amnion I wanted back that which a single lit cigarette butt had taken from me, I wanted back th
How to mend a broken heart by Rhoehypnol, literature
Literature
How to mend a broken heart
How to mend a broken heart- for my littlest gothling
First of all, get up off the floor, like a big girl.
Little one, they are just not worth crying over.
You drunken mess! Breathe deeply, and centre yourself.
What did you expect with those lofty aspirations?
Assumptions make an ass of you and me its true.
Fetch tissues to mop your puddle of painful tears.
Ill hold you as you do it, I will even help.
I wish I could help more, but you have to do that.
Not entirely alone, although it may feel like that.
Your shrine for him, perched too precariously high,
Plummeted down in the strong winds of last nights storm.
No support
i want you naked.
i want you filthy and crying,
i want your thoughts, raw and ragged
dripping down your chin --
i want your bloodstained face
buried in my lap,
fingers tearing at my skin --
gasping for anything,
oh god anything,
but the truth.
i want your eyes gouged
your throat purged --
i want to tear through your system.
i want you naked,
i want you ashamed,
i want your sadness, your regret.
i want your hopes to spill
from your lips, salty as tears,
thick as blood --
in puddles all around me.
i want to tear your secrets
from your tongue --
decode them, rip through them.
i want you, real,
i want you naked.
My name is Mo (On the right up there!). I hail from Hawaii, and am going to college in Arizona. I am an aspiring journalist, who also enjoys creating videos during my spare time.
Current Residence: Tucson, AZ Operating System: Windows Vista MP3 player of choice: iPhone/iPod Shell of choice: Koopa Favourite cartoon character: Perry the Platypus
i haven't any inspiration. this sucks.
i have nothing i want to write about.
when i want to paint, i can't think of anything.
i haven't done any pencil drawings in quite a while.
how sad.
something is either wrong, or missing.
or i just suck.
i can't be all artsy and crap no mo'.
damnit.
i started a painting last night. it's in progress. i have to think of some other things to fill on negative space though. I'll post it up once i'm done.