200 Words of Opposition

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A Guy

Is it wrong for me to love his eyes

To wish I was the dust that swirls through the air at the bat of his lashes

To want to be that bead of sweat the the sun spotlights as it unsteadily crawls down the back of his neck

I don't thin that anyone but me could look at him and see the poetry the way I do

I wonder what is hiding beneath that hat that always seems to be glued to  his dark brown raven's nest of hair

I sit as far from him as possible but as close as I can and in my mind I smell his skin and can see the every willow wisp of hair that breaks his perfectly tanned skin.

Did I mention that he smells like orange blossoms but taste sweet and bitter like a honey suckle spray

I wish I was those stings of denim holding close the his old scarred knee...

I wonder, and wonder and wish as he walks, he walks away from me

Randy

I don’t know why I even bother
I know that for me 11 years of servicing him is more
I call
And I know that even if he calls me back
I’ll be some foreign after thought
Some 3am wind down after the club
Or some midnight pre club ramp up
He always smells of cheap liquor and cigarette smoke either way so I never know
I’m not an idiot
And I know that I like it
But I feel guilty when he’s gone
And the only gift he left was his semen dancing in my stomach
Or the random pubic hair that got caught in between my teeth
Or the cooler smother section of my face where his ejaculated used to be
I know it’s sad but those thing fulfill me
So I call him
Knowing that to him, I am just another hole
That I’m just another mouth feed
That I’m just another one of the ones on the list
The never ending list of the bodies left cold in the trail
I wonder if he ever gets annoyed that this zombie just won’t die

A Statement Pleading for Serenity

Pulling my hair from root

Trying to find the root

Of my behaviors

Attention grabbing in their splendor

Trying to get some recognition

Of my existence

Trying to get an explanation

As to why

Trying to get a moment

Of your time

Trying to explain to myself

Why no one cares that I exist

Birthday’s come without a call

But wait…

Wasn’t it only I who helped you from your fall

Tradition decimated

Only hope left

Hope that which each passing day

Sings “Happy trails to you, goodbye my friend”

Their optimism sickens me

My trails have never been happy

My trails never will be happy

This line of life stretches into infinity

Infinite wisdom

Infinite pain

If life’s a bitch

Infinity is the Queen Bee

Whose poison I ingest

Like a sweet nectar of life

Tearing me apart

A puzzle never to be finished

Because I’m missing a piece

Of you, which I need to succeed

Giving me the motivation

To stay on track

To straighten up and fly right

The drive to get me from point “A” to the finish line

Even though I whine

Trying to peel your eyes from the screen

There is no need to do me like a two dollar hoe

On my way out the door

I want to be recognized as

The man in your life

The love your world centers around

The part of your heart that is not jaded and cold

Love me…

Please…

I’m begging you…

Love me…

Pay attention to me…

Please…

Please love me…

A Recollection of Passion

I lay serene in the silk of rest, painting vision of perfection with my eyes closed and body still. I showed what I had created to Nocturne and dared it to find one of such a magnitude. Nocturne accepted my dare of perfection and delivered him in a brown paper parcel to my heart. Eagerly I stared at it thinking of what it would contain. Would it match of what I had described or would he like all the others fall in a burst of failed luster.

A Fly On The Wall

I feel the fire in the air

The fury and the fight

I smell the demon on his tounge

It lubricates the item, for which he’s bought and paid

I feel the caution in the company of the other; it’s obvious in his touch

In the alcoholic haze his reasoning has been withered

But even in inebriation he remembers what she did.

He remembers the hurt he felt

He remembers how after 12 years he found out; he fell in love with a whore.

He revels in the memory of the whore’s fist pounding at the door

He’s aggrieved as he bethinks the splashing of his tears on the cold cherry wood floor

In this moment the hurt he feels can only be mend by the touch of a stranger

Or so he thinks

As he begins to use what he’s bought, he feels his eyes begin to water

He knows this isn’t revenge, he knows this isn’t right

He pulls put

500 dollars walks out

And there he is on the floor, feeling discarded and used

Realizing sanity has slipped his grasp

Thinking of how the whore lay snug, and smug in bed.

The sweat from his pores pours cold

Erasing dreams of the two growing old

He listens to the lies the walls speak

The passion the sheets sing

The promises his heart wrote with his lips in front of 97 witnesses

It seems irrelevant as he watches the fire rise up the walls

The smoke fills his lungs and the fire loosed his soul

The whore watches as her last chance goes up in smoke

Knowing redemption has slipped from her grasp

A4A

It occurs to me as I cruise this website and raise this tumbler to my lips that this just isn’t right. Not “right” in the since that I should have gone left, not that this answer is incorrect but rather that this just isn’t right.

55 pt5

On love, in sadness, in love… a brittle madness

Dusk.

I squeeze my last taste of life from his lips and pour it into a glass. I sipped it slow to make it last. Away the winds carried him in a silk thunder alone. I sat alone cradling the glass careful not to let a single drop drip. I had already shared too much of the man that I love with the grounds that are completely in different about his existence.

5

A full orbital revolution around the light I set eyes upon my bull, again. There he lay on the sand and it cuddled him. The water and sky put on a show meant only for his eyes. My eyes followed the sharp lines of my sand covered god. The air was light and had a familiar taste. With an upward tilt of his head he sent lightning through my soul. His smile reverberated through the very bones of humanity and for a moment… what I was feeling was shared by every human on earth. His eyes smiled as they noticed me.

We lay on the beach with the golden sun playing the soundtrack to our passions. We stayed that way from the dawn of night and the dusk of day. The waves became my alarm clock; I sprung to life and was greeted by his eyes staring into mine… his hands playing a symphony on my skin. I whispered in his ear and told him the circumstances under which this second meeting was arranged. I told him of the chains that kept us apart for so long and he smiled wider. His smile calmed my fear and strengthened me. I love him and he loves me. He bounces to his feet and begins to jump and dance fancy free. How it was that I went my whole life without noticing this man I cannot possibly understand. He is everything I want. I jump up and join with him to bask in the essence of life. Free. Running and playing and jumping and rolling like children, but better.

55 pt4

3

“I am not afraid”

On the beach we exist. In nirvana is where we live.

Starring into the sky in silence.

His heart beat like a loud alarm piercing through the sanctuary of dream.

I dream of him. I breathe of him. I exist only of him.

I am not afraid. Exorbitant strength he epitomizes. How could fear dare find me? I kill any fear that comes looking for me. How dare they!

I'm not afraid to be your lady
I'm not afraid to be your whore
I'm not afraid to be your future
I'm not afraid to be your soil
In which you plant your seed
Flowers, they sprout for me
My fragrance in the breeze
You must nurture me please
I'm not afraid to be your baby
I'm not afraid to be your strength
I'm not afraid to be open wide
I'm not afraid to be glutinous
The essence of glue
I will stick to you
Through earthquakes and moods
If ever one thing was true
I'm not afraid to wind it, wind it
I'm not afraid to keep your pace
I'm not afraid to create my queendom
I'm not afraid to take my place
I'm not afraid

jill scott

4

"We have to escape."

Appiration. Steam sliding down throat. Ice slipping down my spine. Girating, vibrating stimulation. Instant bliss.

Ribbons of fire red, royal lavender, overly ecstatic yellow and heavenly white played on our hearts a mellow melody of a blue day filled with the reddest of red… molten crimson hot lust.

The clock upon the tower cried for us as it burned away our last hours. Into space we went to escape the consequences of the changing date.

We have to escape. Get away from this. Find some place new. Too much.

I’ll go anywhere. Just lead the way. Just go. Damn you fear. Damn you circumstance. Damn you life.

This just isn’t right. This isn’t the way it’s supposed to be.

We ran. We ran away. God speed beneath us.

We could be living how we wanted to
Instead of doing things we're forced to do
With no one to tell us that we should be going through What they went through
There has to be some place that nobody knows, Somewhere we can only go
There has to be some place that we can be all alone....”

- Hoobastank

“Escape” (2003)

55 pt3

2

I fell in love with a boy.

I fell in love with a boy. His name is Perfection.

I was walking around the coast on holiday on the golden isle. He was there and I was… infatuated. Completely entranced in his every being. His skin was sun kissed and I kissed his lips. His eyes glistened in the shadows of his stone features. A coffee colored lake of life made boundless by youth.

He is beauty.

His voice was strong and comforting as he whispered to my soul the words that allowed my inhibitions to let go. I was free just by him wishing it so. Love I never felt I now felt for him.

His touch was silk. Warm and smooth like caramel left in the summer sun. I knew that I didn’t know him but I wanted him so bad.

Who are you to be this perfect for me? I feel like… I dunno. But it’s unfathomably fantastic.

It’s not like I have been waiting around for someone to come and save me from my evil step mother but it happened and I’m not going to try and change it. The kaleidoscope of emotions that I am experiencing from this chain of events is amazing.

What day is this? I have lost track. I haven’t seen a clock or calendar in days. It somehow seems much less dire to keep track of those things when I can look to my left and the plan for the rest of my life lies in the eyes this man. This man perfection.

55 pt2

My heartbeat is racing, at the sense of you

How lucky I am to have you

Holding my hand

Just lucky because you’re my man

Your smile has got me all weak in the knees

From whatever it is you do

But I don’t want you to stop

You’re making me feel like I should

Giving me the best of your soul

Every time you walkout that door

I’m impatiently awaiting return

I will always want more

Your love inspires me

To be the grandest I can be

Don’t you see?

You are all I’ll ever need

That first night when we talked

I was floating on your every word

Bending over every “B”

Leaning on every “L”

Grasping to every “G”

Hoping you’d hurry and grasp on to me

You don’t know I’m under your spell

From what you can tell

My interest is elsewhere

But I’m telling you

I’m focused only on you

You had me at hello

You’re my angel

I love you

How do you do this to me?

What do you do to me?

How do you keep me on cloud nine all the time?

Baby whatever you need, I got you

Just keep on doing those things you do

And I promise you

You don’t even have to work

Just keep making me jerk

Just keep making me yearn for more minutes in a day

Let us stay this way

… Look at me, All lusty in love

Thanking anyone who sits above

I’m almost delirious

Just think about you

What would I ever do without you?

You are what matters in my life

To not have just wouldn’t be right

I would not loose you without a fight

I’m blushing aren’t I?

What can you expect?

You’ve got me lifted

You’ve got me twisted

Why are you so good to me?

What did I do?

What good deed let karma choose me?

Caring for me

Holding me

Reviving me

Intensively

Satisfying me

You got me.

55 pt1

This post is a looooong one. It is a epic poem that is grouped together through poems of my own and song lyrics. This one is really important to me, its based in truth and there is a actual story behind it. I am going to post each piece separately because it is so long.

Running, running

As fast as we can

Do you think we’ll make it?

Unsure, unsure

Of where we are running to

Do you think we’ll make it?

Running, running

As fast as we can

Do you think we’ll make it?

Scared, scared

Of what is to come

Do you think we’ll make it?

Destination, destination

Coming up real soon

Do you think we’ll make it?

I’m so glad we made it

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Iwasinlovewithhimhewasinlovewithmeweloveeachother.

Day Break.

Movement without purpose. Sight without meaning. Alone. Sun sings. Grass dances. Air exists. The heat on the horizon obscures my view, as I sang my way ever closer to my unintended destination. I feel like I am in the eyes of Ivan. So much going on around me. Too fast. If I showed you a rose and a red and green blur which would you identify as a rose. Poor fools scurrying to their unwanted destinations. Pity… sadness. The feeling of cold creaminess sop up those inadequate emotions.

Immediate bliss. Life pauses. Life pauses for no one!? Life pauses for him. Nature took notice to a sight meant for me. The skies where alive with passion and they screamed his name. The winds gave me a bottle of his sent. So masculine. I was in love. The sun let me borrow his silhouette, so that I may set my affections in their proper place. So strong. Adonis... Maybe? His body besieged my eyes as he walked near. I smiled to implore for a moment of his time. He smiled just to smile. Perfection… Maybe.

Flirtation, meaningful conversation. In his words I could have found the meaning of life if I had given it old college try… but my… desires where a bit less. Soon words could not express the passion in our hearts and pushed aside for a time of ardor. Perfection… Maybe?

It was dinner he was my bull I his lamb. It was a race I Ernhardt he Andretti. Perfection… Maybe?

It was love. I was in love. He was in love. I was in love with him. He was in love with me. We love each other. I was in love with him, he was in love with me, we love each other. Iwasinlovewithhimhewasinlovewithmeweloveeachother.

He was my muse. Songs about him. I know I don’t know you, but I want you so bad.

Yes… He is Perfection

XOXO

One of these days my wicked ways will no longer pay.

But I will

Let's not pussy foot around this.. I'm a fucking bitch.

You love me.

You think I love you, because I want you to

But I don't and I never will

But no matter what I tell you you'll hear what you want

"I love you. Your the only one"

If you want to keep pulling strings, continue to love me

And I'll continue leaving this kiss of death on your door

I'll continue leaving your lips yearning for more

But one day you'll realize these are the lips of a whore

Puma Party

Strutting into the room my pussy cums, with lust in her eye.

The ambient light allows my eyes and hands to surf her curves.

Coming to rest on the supple throbbing lily she hid beneath her lace.

At the moment of impact her eyes. Roll. Back. Arched. Brow. Shudder.

I taste honey...

With no more than my essence I control her and make her mind submit a request a remedy of release... no.

Her bloom begins to close around my fingers and she begs... hesitation, hesitation, hesitation.

Approved... she shudders with a violent wail crushing my digits.

She pauses and pulls away slowing regaining her balance.

Strutting out of the room my pussy goes with lust streaming down her thighs

Thanks Trick

Knock kneed, cross eyes and unconscious i crawl like play dough tossed around the room by a child in a tantrum.

The bell of the belt buckle bounces around my skull as that child walks steady out the room.

Bated breath and heroic heart my skin pulses at the spot of his touch.

My legs move on their own rubbing against one another hoping to feel the hair on your thigh scratch the supple skin on mine.

Your foot steps perform a dance of seduction as if they made move to return

But you do not.

The door slams.