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[aftertheedge]

Speed bump

I don't mean to be whining But I'm personally finding That getting over you is hard I find pride in being A hard man with no feeling Though when you left you left quite a scar I'm no longer bleeding And my heart is still beating Only half as much as when I read your first card 'I love you' it said Placed where I laid my head We were romancing right from the start Without the luck of a clover We soon were all over It's sad that we've grown so apart.

[aftertheedge]

Colors

I miss your lavender lips And teal hair tips Your sometimes blue breasts Warming your rosy red cheeks I miss your yellow sundresses And soft pink caresses Your face lit with the orange of morning Wiping the grayness of winter from your spring-time soul We made a beautiful rainbow Now things aren't the same though Since you found when our pallets mixed We made brown.

[aftertheedge]

25 years

I have nothing. Not a single thing.

Vocationally vacant, Emotionally empty, Zero remains of a romantic relationship, My once full cornucopia is kaput.

All of who I was left the moment you picked me up in your maroon Malibu. It’s one headlight poetically informing me the path ahead is dark.

My packs are empty. My heart is hollow. My fridge a literal box of ice.

Still I travel on. Longing to hold you again and know where I belong. Rebuilding a life from pieces of who I used to be. Hoping this time my foundation won’t give out when your affection does.

[aftertheedge]

I am Jack's inflated prostate gland Excruciating excremental pleasure radiating from each bowel movement Once a walnut Now an oak Black wood in my subjects ass I am the epitome of angst

[aftertheedge]

On the Road

Crowded coffee house A bum fills his mustache mouth with a handful of pocket crumbs Bits and butts of lunch fall to the floor

Lovers laugh Students smile An academic adjusts her glasses I pack my bag Give the bum a glance as he reaches back into his pocket

Stomach full of coffee Head full of Kerouac Lungs full of smoke

I leave the starry night

[aftertheedge]

Do I still exist?

If your morning yawns Are now occupied By dog breath and status updates Do I still exist? If your evening wind-downs Consist of you sitting solo On a sofa with sitcoms Do I still exist? If your bedtime tuck-ins Are no longer a routine If you stirring me from my slumber Do I still exist? If my midnight dreams Of you and I Sharing the rest of our tomorrows ceased Do I still exist?

[pomeranian2]

[aftertheedge]

You are a 19 year old canvass Waiting for 61 years of work And I am infatuated by every stroke Each day new encounters Promote new colors Your beauty grows definite I am not the painter But an onlooker Watching every addition with wonder

[retrodrive]

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[aftertheedge]

Nod to Kill Bill?

[aftertheedge]

Protagonist

I have fallen in love Without exclamation It come softly Accepted with unknowing warmth It was not a shout Or bold type face print But as an ampersand Directing me to what’s next

[emotionalfairy-deactivated20190]

i keep taking this down because i was unsure if i wanted it up or not but who cares this picture is so perfect in every way.

[aftertheedge]

This cutie though...

[emotionalfairy-deactivated20190]

my man companion took this picture this morning at a coffee shop and i really really love it.

[aftertheedge]

A small poem

For a small girl In a short time You'll have a little death

[brutereason]

Here’s the dirty little secret about this though: there is no such thing as withholding sex because there is no situation in which you owe another human being sex. Ever. Your body is 100% your own and you get to consent or not consent to other people doing things to or with your body for whatever the hell reason you would like. This includes because you’re pissed off at the person, because they did something you didn’t like, because you just don’t fucking feel like it, because you’re tired, because you don’t feel attractive, because you’d rather read a book…any of the above. And not wanting to have sex with someone because you have negative feelings towards them at a given moment is not in fact punishment. It’s actually a very natural human feeling not to want to be physically intimate with someone when you’re annoyed/angry/hurt/sad with them. Oddly enough letting someone be close to your body when you don’t feel emotionally close to them doesn’t always feel great (if that’s your thing then go for it, but for those who don’t like it then there is no fucking reason to apologize). But the idea that you can pull some sort of power play in a relationship by not giving the other person something which you don’t owe to them in the first place makes no sense. It would be like telling your partner that you’re going to punish them by not baking them chocolate chip cookies every day: sure, maybe they would like those cookies but in no way are you obligated to bake them cookies anyway, so they should probably be just fine getting along without it. The idea that you should feel as if the only way you can express that you’re angry or upset or unhappy in your relationship is by taking ownership over your body in a way that is so basic it should never have been a question is somewhat disgusting. If your partner has you so convinced that you owe them sex, no wonder you feel a little angry or vindictive towards them.

“Withholding Sex” and Other Lies | We Got So Far To Go (via lasttraintoberlin)

[saddest-summer]

[aftertheedge]

I want to test your immortality With a thousand little deaths Accompanied by my hands Gripped tightly around your throat As out bodies sync In rhythm and pace We will reach the climax Of a love story read by perverts And bottom-feeders Our friction will create sparks Used to power our energies And keep us alive Until our solar timers can be put to use

[nevver]

It’s whats for dinner, Peter Kaaden