Some days it just feels easier to fade away.
Others I feel pulled away.
But I just want to be pull toward,
So that I could fade into you.
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Some days it just feels easier to fade away.
Others I feel pulled away.
But I just want to be pull toward,
So that I could fade into you.
10 Facts Every Man Should Know
1. Sensitivity is a strength, not a weakness.
2. Self care is not a buzzword. It is how you heal.
3. Don’t define yourself by what you do. Know who you are.
4. You don’t need someone else to complete you.
5. Your brain is your biggest sexual organ.
6. It’s not a crime to smile in pictures.
7. Porn is not reality. Don’t let it shape yours.
8. There’s nothing wrong with a belly.
9. You are important to someone.
10. You’re beautiful just for who you are.
You may never, ever know
That I’m afraid,
Of letting go,
That I’m ashamed
Of hurts I’ve caused
And I’m wary of
Dropping walls.
You may never, ever know
That my tears are heavy,
And leave craters in the ground
When they hit
And then explode.
You may never, ever know…
Cause if you did,
I’d always be invisible.
And I can’t risk not being seen
Again.
The First Time
That I saw you,
My eyes wondered as they wandered
And asked my brain,
“Where does this beauty come from?”
The first time
That we spoke,
My tongue waggled and writhed
Trying to fit interesting
Factoids into short bursts of
Messages so you’d keep coming back.
The first time
My heart stopped beating,
I wondered what had happened to it.
Then I realized
You’d stolen it.
Call me what you must,
But never call me a poet.
I’m simply a man with deep,
Sometimes destructive feelings
Who gets easily overwhelmed by them,
Yet depends on written words
To become a healing salve,
Preventing combustion
And being conquered
By the tsunami within.
It’s haunting,
The feel of your lips and teeth.
Your tongue so skilled that just
A simple thought…a memory…
Brings goosebumps to my skin, and a whimper
To my voice and..
An mmmm and an Unf
And the unzipping of jeans quickly followed by..
Warmth. And endings. And a new beginning
From a new memory of your
Lips and teeth, and a tongue so skilled….
Well, you get the idea.
Soulful skin tone
With sultry, deep eyes that
Tear rivers in rock, and fill holes
In my heart.
Will you be my vision?
Deep, dark soul,
With scintillating, scorching words that
Destroy the offender, but welcome
The lover.
Will you be my vision? The image
That my camera has fallen in love with?
Will you be my…
Will you be mine?
Sometimes I try to take pictures...