a little of this and that....

i like a little diversity in my surroundings....all the time...

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Midnight Find

Moon-lit winding back roads

Low on fuel

No GPS or signal

Nervous wind blown hair looking for directions

You...

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...Last Try...

I stand before you

with my withering heart

in my hands

White flag strapped to my chest

in surrender

My arms turn medieval catapult

Release...

The center of me

soars through the air

like a thousand doves

airborne and weightless

yet heavy

with

wanting

But you turn up your shield

That pretty winged thing crashes

and breaks its neck to love you

I can see the moment

you changed your mind

I watch your eyes

grow wide with an uncomfortable truth

I see the lump of things you could not say slither down your

selfish

neck

I gaze at your palms

as you throw them up

in surrender

or defeat

or indifference

after brushing blood and feathers

from your shoulder

The faint crack of tiny bones

and my muffled cries

hang in the air like brief constellations

I want to fight

or plead for mercy

But I don't

This war is over

You and I return to whatever corners best cradle our egos

or pride

or sadness

We mourn memories that had once sprung each of us to life

Stacked them high

and set fire to them all

Burn it all down

and take this little town with it

I watch the sky darken from the soot

Ash dances to the earth

like April rain all around us

And we sort through our love

like dirty laundry

lights

darks

whites

lacy delicates

All soiled tattered things

that were once new

Like we used to be

[pussipoet]

#5 Lessons I've Learned Pt.1

1.

When I was a child I wanted to be Super Girl. My grandmother knew this and bought me Super Girl pjs. One day, after watching the movie for the thousandth time, I decided I wanted to fly. I mean, I had the whole costume, cape and all so why not. I pressed the velcro tabs on the cape hard to my little shoulders. I stacked two milk crates in granny's driveway and fearlessly climbed up. I looked up and saw how high the birds were and thought here I go. I closed my eyes and jumped as high as I could. For a split second I was weightless enough to believe I had done it. My glee was magnificent before I was snatched to the earth betrayed by my cape. I hit the ground, head to pavement. I sat up dazed and bloodied. I began to wail and out rushed my alarmed grandmother cold towel in hand. She had seem my epic leap and was prepared. She scooped me up, wiped my face and kissed my tears. I just wanted to fly, I told her through my disappointment. She said, "child, we can't all fly but that doesn't mean you don't have superpowers. Never give up." This is the day I learned that no matter how fearless I am, gravity is real, but so are airplanes.

2.

I say weird shit sometimes. Because I'm happy. Because I'm nervous. Because life. Because death. Because awkward silences used to feel like death raking his nails across dusty chalkboards and I am the only one in detention. Because the quiet felt to much like a space that should be filled but I never have enough to say. Because as a child chaos was peace and silence meant the storm brewing. It took me years into my adulthood to undo this way of thinking. I've learned the value of the sound of pins dropping in the middle of chaos.

3.

I believe like the sea, love is fluid. I believe it is massive and untamed. Destructive and beautiful. I have this idea that when we fall in love we all become surfers. And although the goal is to stay on our board and ride love's waves, we often become unbalanced. So we offer our bodies to the tides willingly. Dive blindly into the abyss. It flexes and gives at its own discretion. But like any body of water it always finds its shore and even if battered and bruised, so will you.

4.

I've carried over my fear of the dark from childhood. No matter how irrational, I was convinced that there were snarling beasts under my bed or in my closet or on the other side of a slow turning doorknob. I kept a nightlight as my gun and extra bulbs as silver bullets. I was always ready to vanquish whatever menacing figure that entered my room. As I got older I found that real monsters do not fear the light or the light in me. They were hungry creatures who mistook me for a lighthouse just off shore. My innocence, a foghorn in the distance, the light in my eyes, a buffet of delicacies. So I learned early to keep my light dim. Transformed myself into fireflies against the solar system. Wished myself smaller than the insides of atoms. Maybe they would not devour what they could not see. I prayed for the sunrise. But light too can be deceiving. This was the same time I learned that villians sometimes wore the masks of familiar faces or funny how the thing that saves you can also destroy you or I'm still learning to love myself enough to let other people prpoerly love me too.

5.

I still believe in the sanctity of pinky swears. There is nothing more sacred than locking our 5th digits in solidarity. My father started this ritual in promise keeping even though he broke them the most. This is when I learned forgiveness can come as swiftly as the next pinkie lock.

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#4 QueenVenus

Funny how we never really know love. How fickle her grasp and honest her unbiased burn. She’s an ever haunting ghost for some and a sweet fairy tale for others. Her delicate fingers have clinched my throat more than once. Her claws have been mostly careful with my flesh though. She only leaves scars when I resist so I learned how to become fluid in her presence. I allow her to be the moon and I be an ocean beautifully hypnotic but dangerous to amateurs. In her unbothered state she has carressed my brow as I sqirmed beneath her weight. Bound my wrists with the palm of her hands while backing me into walls. The strength and audacity of her. She looks me straight in my eyes when we make love studies the way my body arcs upon release. Measures my loyalty in moans, my worth in wetness and my purpose in pleasure. I thought myself an unworthy spectacle, a shit show for her highness even still, I did not deny her nor did I fight. I offered her my submission in exchange for just a piece of her. I wanted to belong to her even though I knew she would never belong to me I betrayed my entire being for fractions of her. Glimpses of her entirety kept me satisfied just enough for false hope to take root only to bare rancid fruit. How clumsy she makes me. Foolish in my thinking and ignorant of all common sense. I am always aware of this but it doesnt matter; love is blind, yolo and all that shit. Cry me a river and an ocean then drown me in both. She is always there with my last breathe dangling between her teeth. And still I don’t say no.....

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#3 StarKissMemories

You kissed me the way movie stars kiss and to this day, I wonder what movie you'd stolen that moment from. I watched you fumble with your keys and do all the things boys do before they seek permission. Nervous grins danced between us in remembrance of the innocent beings we once were. And I am 5 again. Wide eyed on Christmas eve, sneaking from my bed to catch a glimpse of Santa. Not for the toys so much. Well, ok, maybe for the toys BUT I just needed proof that he was real.

We pause....we gaze into the infinity of us.

Nervous grins and laughter return like boomerangs. Each of us trying to find just one more thing to say so this moment doesnt end too quickly. I loved your smile in the streetlights. You lit up the whole block. Mouth wide like the possibilities we all carry. Your laughter bounced off of buildings and echoed into oblivion like comets; lights and gasses trailing behind. Moments quickly dragging on. Me wondering if the gum I know you hate so much was enough. You wondering if the mint you snuck into your mouth when you thought I wasn't looking was enough. It was; you sang loudly in the car and I admired both your fresh breath and your confidence in tone deafness. For a moment I lived an entire lifetime between those notes. I compared it to crossing thorns to hide from lions. Sometimes safety hurts but it's still safe here. I wondered if you'd always sing "our" song to me, no matter the key. I felt the butterflies in your belly leap to mine. I floated home with those wings. I didnt land until sometime the following spring. I hate sweaty palms. Your's were dry and warm though, like my favorite spot in front of the fireplace. You held my hand in the car like I was already home and you would always be there waiting. I watched you in all your animation and I became jealous of your warm breath against the cold. I wanted to be each breath. I wanted to be that close to your lips. I wanted to know their gentleness. Again the silence slowly seeped in and we remembered how bitter the cold was that night. I shivered, you pulled me closer. Our eyes locked and I became red like a target. THIS was the moment. You leaned in and I ignored every warning from my 2nd grade teacher and swallowed my gum. Sticky insides were a price I'd be willing to pay. I tilted my face to the star filled heavens and waited to be kissed by this angel. The moment our flesh connected; sparks, explosions...........then silence. Calm. Quiet. Our minds ceased all processes and for a second neither of us breathed. Your lips tasted of sweet recklessness and controlled abandonment. Your love was like tall towers with small ledges that I was happy to dance on everyone of them.....

[pussipoet]

......Around this time of night I always remember the taste of your last lie....

[pussipoet]

I wish for you in sunsets and grains of sand....

[noorshirazie]

“if leaving is what soothes you, then gone i shall be. to watch you shine from a distance is enough for me.”

— Noor Shirazie, Into the Wildfire: Battle Scars

[pussipoet]

I'm gonna do it right this time...

This time its alllllllll for ME!!!!

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

[pussipoet]

2. Ab Love

I'm not sure you know how much I love you

I don't think you know just how many reasons I have

It's never been about anything else

Just you

Just me

Just us and this and love and occasionally a fight because what's love without make up sex anyway?

Just a boring TV show with long commercials about gadgets to kill hair follicles and creams to fade blemishes or decrease wrinkles

And we all know that shit never works but we buy it anyway

Because we hope it's the miracle in a jar we need to fix whatever superficial shit we think the world is staring at but really nobody gives a damn anyway...

Although I do find myself quite entertained by the new craze in exercise videos...

So I've decided I want a love like Shawn T's Insanity without videos...

It's heart pounding and sweaty

It requires all of you and me

Hard work and dedication are a must for desired results

And you generally know within in a short amount of time if you have what it takes

And not to state the obvious but ABS

Have you seen his abs..???..

I want a love like his abs! I know that took work but let's face it nothing that good ever came easily

I want our love chiseled and sculpted and well maintained

I want us to sweat together and cool down together

And then humbly show it off without caution or forethought; without fear or consequence

Unless the consequence is teaching everybody what it means to truly love

All I'm trying to say is that I know life is a shitty place sometimes, I get it

Somedays I want to hide away too

But this love has taught me to dance even when the clouds are thick and rain is on its way

It has taught me to bask in the sun on the beach but also how to ride the tsunami wave when life quakes inevitably come

I cannot see the future but I know want you in whatever future is destined for me...

And I swear I know how to love you

Let me

[pussipoet]

1. Alarm clocks...

...one day you'll wake up and the pain will be a fraction of what it once was...Your heart will not long for her like your fingertips once longed for her flesh...You will deeply inhale the morning and exhale the night...The weight you carried will vanish the same way she did...

[pussipoet]

I want a love so big the universe has to step back and say, "Well Damn"!!!!!💜💜😘

[lohver]

[pussipoet]

💜✌

[pussipoet]

Two

I spent so much time writing about you that I was afraid I'd run out of words to use so I slept with my dictionary under my pillow...I'd hoped the words would find me in the middle of the night so by morning I'd have new ways to revel at your beauty...

[pussipoet]

Confession #3

I've let life pull me out of having a life....

I plan to do better and cherish it more...

💜💜🤞🏼

[pussipoet]

PaperCutLove

One:

Even though I have often been called soft,

I am still learning this word as a state of being.

I am still learning that I have sharp edges;

that I too can cut without warning......

#PaperCutLove