Shh…

Shh. Not to shut you up. Nor ignore what you say. It’s the volume that speaks of something wrong. The louder you scream. The more volume you use. It shows our hearts are so far from where they need to be. To exist simultaneously together we have been present. In the physical form just isn’t enough to gain a friend. Shh. All the noise isn’t worth what words can do. Not that what your trying to explain ha no point. There’s just another way to relate. A calmer delivery that pulls someone closer. Yeah emotions rise and fall. They even feel joy along with pain. Yet, just think instead of using passion as a weapon. Lower the sound from your released into syllables. Be mature in how you come across to a partner in the middle of life. Shh. Softer. Be you in true form. The you that doesn’t come outta character and ruins a good thing. Yes, luv fluctuates. But comforts tend to do a lil more each time. A as a balance of corresponding with another is vital to keep relations alive. Otherwise it’ll feel like you’re so far away from the one you care for the most. One day to lose one of many aspects of what helps shape your smile. Control yourself. Remain intact and in the now of what it takes to communicate. It’s the only way to become one in the same here beneath the sky. Obtain the vibrational letters rearranged with the precise tone and the tunes from within with renovate. Allowing a mate to be sure their in a good place. Self is the key. The only person to direct what will be. Shh. Talk to me.

And again it creeps…

I cannot apologize for my heart. Even though it fails to act out the unspoken arts. It’s an oopsie I can’t control. Cheesy and shallow it winds up being content to being left alone. Cry? Me? You’ll never know how feelings rise to fall in the deep. Maybe I need help. Possibly what good I need is to be shown what’s truly to be felt. Bcuz the override has been forsaken beneath the surface as there’s a burial that’s settled in even my mind. As the mental approach listens to reason that protects the contents of the chest. I’m doing my best. And what makes sense to me isn’t for just anyone that wants to rush to the gush squeezed to release what isn’t so simple to get. Why can’t we keep it as real as wanting to never see a day without a friends kiss walking across the skin from a comforting set of lips.? I just may be someone who’s never gonna be enough too fast. Or to outlast the hype of moments gathered to be forgotten somewhere in a thought of characters that make up the memories cast. Idk. But it ain’t for me to figure out so I don’t believe in hope. For I have me to make sure I’m truly in a place where time doesn’t exist. Personally I move to the motions vibing in a rhythm that explains bliss. Silently without words I live to enjoy life. But, as it seems, I’m misunderstood in a clarification of what was is still lingering somehow in my daydreams. It’s strange to know how unsatisfied relations can be. When all self wants is to get along. To grow and piece something together worth a Fuck. And eventually admit openly that like has indeed transformed into luv. Although in reality I’m to sit in the quietness of my own wondering why this is. Looking at tomorrow wondering will I again be never missed?

moving emotion back and forth...

Felt in the wee hours of night. On a roll in the mind that doesn’t put up a fight. Thoughts trigger depths wondering of scars crawling the skin as they go on and on. Confused and betrayed is the recurring feel wanting to land in a norm. And yet in the dark the heart cares to challenge the way life flows. In a moment of silence the endless roams. Remembering the sighs of passion that moved within. Lingering in the feel for a lil while until memories recall self is a has been. Tripping over midnight into the stillness before the light returns for a new test. knowing a deep sleep on a pillow soft enough to rest is best. beneath the darkness there’s a silence echoing lingering thoughts. Moving emotion back and forth as they’re rubbed raw. From the past to the present time was lost that can never be regained. This is why there’s a beauty with the sound of rain. Heard by the heart reminding what’s been hasn't forgotten to ease on up. As the eyes close one more time wondering if they’ll awaken in the early dusk. As it ain't any one person lost in the mix of life that creates the desire to wake to fuck back up soon. remembering the moments that were sacred beneath the moon. truth telling what's what will speak without riddles giving true gestures to the face. as the one within had to regain self in unbarable times that were so hard smiles kept the pain away. n at times when what could've been instead of the bs that creeps back into the stillness twitching of useless memories that stole what never was. the frustration of choices are a lesson of everything that mimcs luv...

one good fuckin twist...

held soft enough to feel sighs escape into dreams. the soothe consumes emotions laying a still as midnights ease. with arms opened to the embrace of a friend snuggled up the the presence of life. happening in the moment of taking every second as slow as if riding the hype. into a drift rolling in sync with waves reaching toes on a beaches sunset. as thoughts wrap around the truth embraced by the facts that smiles gradually rest. becoming complete with the closeness leaning into a snug ever so fit. considered and accepted as is in the way bodies cling to needs giving way to wants to finally live. breathing ever so gently as nerves sleep comfortably with content. as the crave cannot help but to stay awake to absorb as much of the use that has one good fuckin twist. as the mind's weight fades into a bow to lay perfectly imperfect to the amusement of relations on display. in the stillness there's a calm that plays with the rib without a tickle to force the act when lips whisper names. just before the night slips into the sun coming back around to give one more chance to enjoy inner makings in the process of showing up to the occasion. to see the face that gave a real direction to the heart given just the right amount of attention. it makes the space between dawn and dusk a fulfillment worth the touch. designating self to a cause so personal it naturally becomes the honesty of like evolving into luv...

Escape…

Weird dreams and harsh realities. Bad decisions equals emotional instabilities. To be a expected is as something that lacks the feel. Even mentally there’s a mentality that cannot escape what’s real. And yet deep beneath sleep where the mind lingers on. There’s another alternate dimension awaiting the norm. A place fairytales have a chance to be. As fantasies linger far away from the cruel world’s unacceptable needs. From subtle to awakening in fear the limits have no bounds. As most likely to remember the truths from under the spells relaxation there is not recollection found. Motionless comfort deep beneath the closing of the eyes helps thoughts rest. Simply taking a break from the delusion of life that claim free will trapped within defense. The ease is looser on the other side where anything is possible. Even if one doesn’t remember one awakening from the alternative as if it’s optional. The fade allows sanity to turn off for just a lil bit. Living on the other end of existence feels more like life. Far from the burdens carried as useless weight. In our own lil world we escape being tamed… 

Just breathe…

How much would it actually hurt to give in by giving up on the enclosed use? To free the inner makings corrected to dance in the middle of life before the heart refuses to move. When deep nights can live in the moments that create a sigh worth the lack there of light. As the sun coming back around brings a reason to hang out until the day takes flight. Is there a defined second of good timing that will ever be willing to release emotions waiting to feel? In the presence of keeping it real. Just breathe and look around and take in the reality that surrounds everything that’s become everyday. Is there anything else yet to be that can linger into an enjoyment finding a friend wanting to stay? Is the eventual end of luv too far to go as limits are pushed to edge to see who falls off first? One will never know hidden behind closed doors taking the curiosity that lurks. Afraid to face facial expressions that could lie or tell it like it is. The choice of a conversation only expects to be engaged in charter flowing off thy lips. So who’s the coward if self is in control of how the beauty of something new sits in the balance? To avoid the truth that matters is not so much a talent.

Dig deep…

Dig your own hole and I’ll cover you up. It’s not that I hate you but there’s no loss of luv. Lay still until you sleep and the earth will blanket you to keep you warm. I’ll do it slowly so you know you’re needed no more. I ain’t mad nor am I bitter nonetheless. I just believe your existence would be better put to rest. Grab a shovel a move some soil to the side. Crawl down and get comfy deep down inside. Into a place where we’re safe from the person you’ve become. Trusting one thing, there’s no loss of luv. In your bed I’ll lay roses for you to smell with a smile on your face. Just relax as the dirt tucks you in to the lack of pain. You’ve earned the privilege to remain motionless as you drift off alone. In depths you’ve created with every over the shoulder grunt that moaned. Put some elbow in the digging of the never more. And we’ll be forever grateful to be rid of your rotten core…

Don’t fade…

Look me in the eyes just before your head hangs. Bcuz you’ll turn bait you see me standing in the change. Lost in the moment of my friend disrupted by thoughts carrying her away. Fading from luv losing the chance to be the safest place. Let your sight remain up if your chin falls hard. I’m still me drifting in love with you here consuming my heart. So I’m there now off the makings take one last peek at what life is with me. As I stare back at you looking for the color of your retnas still alive in this dream. As the weight of differences takes the mental aspect to other levels we must make it through. Lift yourself prior to time telling of a tale too late to be put to use. Witness me if you can. As your willingness reaching for your hand. Don’t drop your sights to the floor, no not tonight. Stay up and face the loosening of us losing the fight. Find the strength to admit either way the swing sways as we haven’t crossed over yet. In the balance the rests in between you head and your chest…

Tease me…

The fantasy is so vivid, so real. Watching you come to life in my mind like a delicious meal. As you lay spread eagle in front of me rotating your fingers around your clit. As I’m sitting upward in bed with my back against the headboard biting my lip. Your thighs straddling mine as you lay on your back just outta reach of my cock. Stroking yourself with pleasure knowing you’re making me hard. Oh, the beauty I imagine of your skin naked and barred plays with my heart. I crave the thought to become a reality to be touched in ways my fingertips flow with your curves. Expressing the enjoyment caressing each and every one of your nerves. As your hips move to the thrill of my eyes gazing upon you getting off. I mentally pay the cost of what’s considered to be the loss. Knowing in the dirty thoughts in my head is where you exist putting on show I can’t help but to watch. From your eyes to your toes back up to your crotch. Know roll on over and lemme see what not just anyone gets to visually enjoy. Watch the back as your fingers slide in between the smooth wetness of hormones creating such a beautiful joy…

I hate it here…

Once again. A few drinks in and idc to be here. Knowing the game they creates life isn’t real. From the strangers that come along to find themselves unforgettable at times is overrated asf. But it’s all part of the bs that last for so long so scars left? Luvr’s that fade? A lifestyle subject to eventually change the expressions upon the face?  As it only takes a lil too much poison to think in depths. Just wanting it to be over to the mind can actually rest. To be done with the financial entrapment of societies glamour that don’t mean shots to the words repeated by the cults to entrap you thought process willing to play along to be as safe as distasteful words dripping from the bottom lip. It’s in the middle of the night when the booze transform the hidden into rare form. Reminding self of his bad the crave wants it to end to escape the endless norm. When even crossing thresholds to a better life are just imaginative things that laugh in silence. Lighting a fire within to the same ol reoccurring defiance. To be seen behind the eyes when the alcohol is too heavy to consume. Simply wanting the lunatic deep beneath the pressure to free the heart from the darkness creeping into the room. There’s a bit of hatred to be when one never wanted the opportunity to choose to exist. With truths tucked in on the opposing side of smiles that lead the way. Saying fuck it in moments where the release settles the nerves edge eating the pain. Damn the liquid potion that rekindles life as if the past can never meet the future long enough to last. 6 feet down calls the body dining slowly into the inevitable comfort of  energy here determined to give up for a different path. On the other side if there it’s one is the gamble waiting for the crossover to show the prose no one knows for sure. Liquid death digs low enough to attract the disgust in the core. But one more shot will help forget how much it sticks to be alive. Even though it’s the only thing that is as beautiful as sunsets drifting light…