Love doll with the red shoes
Her weapon, her tongue
Intelligence has gotten in the way..
You can’t be intelligent and have
The ability to be intimate
He thought, as he blew a load
In her face . It would be all good
Since she was an object.
A slut when she took off her dress.
When all you thought when you first
Saw her was how beautiful she would be
With your dick inside of her mouth.
I feel the sea close, even closer. And I think.
I think of its abyss and I know that when it arrives
the hour will overcome us the long night
rocking in waves. A blanket
will fall twinkling stars from
the sky and we will dream of the moon
unable to wake us up, turning us off
Like a candle in sweet memories
Who can keep us in their memory?
Who our ductile pass in life?
Who will remember our path and our
steps and put flowers on the tombstone
and will write our firm line
long career? Say it will it be you
the one who takes those reins? Before you say it,
before the day brings darkness,
before the sea surrounds us in its cruel cellar.
Joaquin Lourido
Siento el mar cerca, más cerca aún. Y pienso.
Pienso en su abismo y sé que cuando llegue
la hora nos vencerá la larga noche
meciéndonos en ondas. Una manta
caerá titilando estrellas desde
el cielo y soñaremos con la luna
sin poder despertarnos, apagándonos
como una vela en los dulces recuerdos.
¿Quién nos podrá guardar en su memoria?
¿Quién nuestro pasar dúctil en la vida?
¿Quién recordará nuestra senda y nuestros
pasos y pondrá flores en la lápida
y escribirá con firme trazo nuestra
larga carrera? Dilo ¿Serás tú
el que tome esas riendas? Antes dilo,
antes que el día traiga las tinieblas,
antes que el mar nos cerque en su cruel cava.
Joaquín Lourido
Do you think
We’d still understand
If we stood face to face
Hand in hand?
| D.M.G.R
Running through the pages
pushed on by time, scans
of postings held dear
quickly, quickly time demands
hurry, hurry scroll through friends.
.
D W Eldred
Lincoln tunnel rush,
cars, trucks, busses, smelly smog
hapless speeding cogs.
.
D W Eldred
There’s always a risk in letting yourself feel alleviated
But if you close yourself up to the thrill
Will you ever feel alive?
.
I grace your hair with flowers or flames
Blooming red or burning tenderness
In the secret garden of my mind
I lick the memories of Spring
.
You have that taste of Spring
I don’t know why
But you’ve always tasted that way
Like thin fresh air on my rosy cheeks on a late morning
Like a calm and dizzy dream, and
.
To the night, we’ve surrendered!
Sanctified our body
Among the cushions and the hangovers
Gave into pleasure
For we are innocent in the eye of the other
.
As if we’d never loved
As if we were teenagers
So shy, so scared, so stupid, so pure
So sexy, so wild, so lonely, so wide, and
.
Yet as I’m turning my loving into words, I wonder:
Isn’t funny that a person who is so fond of the world of the wordy
Is attracted by the ones who don’t say any?
.
No te apagas al morir,
al contrario; brillas,
Brillas al salir el alba,
En el despertar de las flores,
En el gruñido del sol
En el bostezar de la luna,
Al abrir sus ojos las estrellas.
Se apaga la luz de tu cuerpo
Se riega tu voz por todo el universo,
Se vierte en el infinito
Toda la magia de tu alma.
Leslie Valle - Para (siir-poesia)
I want blood
breathe their pain
watch them fall
with a thud
Then drown them
in the mud
I see myself now
Reborn soul and snakes
as a crown
I’m life in his death bed
By: me
/ Love you, Paim…/
For months.
For years even, I tried being exactly what you needed.
The perfect girl for you and most days I even looked in the mirror without flinching, but there were always little reminders here and there constantly torturing me and telling me one thing…I wasn’t that perfect girl. I was far from it and I’ll never be good enough for you.
No matter how hard I tried.
No matter how hard I wanted to be.
I’m not good enough.
Not for you.
Not for anyone and definitely not for myself
- Beth
sitting on the cusp of 26 while im still waking from the daze of 25. it flew by in soft wisps of pine green and a girl in red. now slipping through my fingers like the remnants of a dream melting into the morning haze.
You broke my heart, but I am forever thankful. For the moments, the memories, the kisses, and the accidental falling that happens when you close your eyes, when you let it. For what I learned in losing you: what I deserve, the immensity of my strength, my capacity to love, to let go. For you. I hope you know that you are forgiven. But I still hope when you kiss her, you taste me. And maybe one day you’ll forgive yourself.
— Marisa Donnelly
You can’t force someone to love you, to treat you a certain way. To be honest, faithful, supportive, and kind. But you can love yourself enough to acknowledge when you’re being treated wrongly and when you deserve better.
— Kim Quindlen
I have a secret,
my mother a witch,
did something to this world,
she upset something,
which took the world before,
and put this world in its place,
in this,
I have another secret,
none of anyone actually exists,
take it like this,
the upsetting feeling of isolation you all feel,
which drives you to someone like me,
it exists because you are essentially misplaced
to explain it further
I love this woman,
her beauty gives the secret away,
she’s a blue jewel
masquerading as a person here,
she belongs to an energy
so foreign
but she lingers to me,
like a magnet,
because another secret is revealed
to her
about us in particular,
one in which is a dream
sometimes this dream has us in Britain
sometimes it has us at an airport or summer camp,
but its essential character is that it has us apart,
I know something
there exists a river
mythically
that is vast and grey,
im paddling along the river,
When someone doesn’t want you, one day you will be thankful for their honesty and decision because they have let you go on to find yourself and the happiness you deserve. Such happiness will not only help you realize how strong and brave you have been but it also shows you exactly why things didn’t work out with anyone before.
— Ellen Nguyen
Today was fall equinox and K came over for the festivities, we made soup and went to a park and talked about witchcraft! We wrote down things that we wanted to let go of and burned them in the dark of the park,
After we came back home, I knew she needed to get home but we talked about sex stuff we’d be interested in trying, and she started packing her stuff briefly after, when I said “I’m just gonna lay here and be horny for the next six hours” and this girl deadass goes “honestly I’d be willing to stay if you’re in the mood” and stayed twO MORE HOURS just to have sex with me because I have no libido like 90% of the time😅
Anyways my girlfriend is the best ever and you can’t change my mind
