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Lazy Summer Nights The heat surrounds me, engulfs me It’s been unseasonably hot as of late I love it I couldn't wait for my shift to end I couldn't peel off my sweaty uniform fast enough I walked down the bustling streets, savouring the sweet warmth of summertime sunshine on my skin All I need are sunglasses All kinds of music fills my ears ~ I finally collapsed on the bed The fatigue of the day catches up to me A sight for sore eyes approaches Dripping wet My fatigue evaporates ~ I lay on the bed Relaxation easing into my body A spider on the ceiling plays peeping tom I need to move ~ I sip ice water The TV fills

The Lotus Flower I feel like the lotus flower An Egyptian water flower That was revered as a sun flower It comes into full bloom as the sun rises But retreats into the water as soon as the sun sets I never understood why it was holy It would bloom and shine only while the sun was bright The moment times became dark it would evelop inside itself And disappear into the inky black How could something That would flee the moment things weren’t perfect Be holy? How could something that sunk and enveloped itself into the dark despair as soon as its sunlight turned its back Be a beacon of light? What message does that send people

Writer's Block Fingertips are tingling. They're sketchy, twitching, tapping, burning. They want to write. They're downright bloody aching to write something. They want to feel the words flow, starting from the brain, flooding and rushing through every limb until they explode out of the fingertips on the keyboard. The downside of that is that the brain controlling the fingertips is a big fat blank right now. Oh writer's block, the scourge of the artist's world. Even when ideas are vast, expanding, bottled up with nowhere near enough room inside one little head, a massive wall seems to have been erected overnight. As though a giant dam were k

Beautiful It's not a word I use to describe people I use it for scenery Art Flora And fauna Not people I have plenty of other adjectives To describe aesthetic appeal for humans Pretty, cute, hot, Sexy, attractive, gorgeous But never beautiful I just don't think it's a word That works for humans But... him, on the other hand He IS beautiful In every sense of the word The flow of his hair His large, soulful eyes That smile, those lips, so inviting His hands, oh god his hands I could write a sonnet about his hands alone Long fingers, Palms open, showing himself with such a simple gesture Every movement, so graceful I cou

Never Alone How much would you change If you had the choice? If given the chance Would you raise your voice? Your uphill struggle Would you fasten ropes? Your long mountain hike Would you give some slopes? But what sacrifice Would you give in turn? What price would you pay To have what you yearn? Would it be worth it To erase your cares? Could you give them up To end the nightmares? The horrors you've seen Just too much to take The path you follow Was it a mistake? So many haunted memories Behind those sweet brown eyes Your heart keeps getting heavier Each time innocence dies Oh baby I know that you're scared Of all

Untitled (Crying) When my sight's all blurry He's there in a flurry I just can't say no When his libido's a-go He makes my facade meek He makes my knees weak Yet he looks for any excuse And takes off, my only abuse No matter how hard I'm tryin' He always leaves me cryin' No matter what it is in store We're always wanting more Even when I know I should leave I can't escape the web we weave No matter how much he's done you see He can always throw this back at me It's true this is my fault too I can't escape, no matter what I do I'm ripped, I'm shred, I'm torn apart And it's all because he owns my heart I would give him ever

Not Your Average Love Letter I wish I could say the things I want to you I wish I didn't have to worry about the consequences I mean, sure, love is about taking risks But I guess I'm selfish I don't want it to change things where we are Or for it to get horribly awkward The place we are I go to in order to escape stress If I were to open up my heart to you, and you rejected me I don't think it would be possible to go there Or look you in the eye God I'm such a coward This is the closest I can get to being honest with you I know what I am to you But I live in denial... I think You smile. You flirt. You flatter, laugh, touch, hug

Wanted We were talking. I can't remember what we were talking about. We may have been discussing the previous events of the night, but knowing us it was more likely one of three things: Life, stories from our pasts, or video games. Those tend to be the top three subjects of discussion between myself and Kamui. It was Sunday, October thirteenth (Or, it was. It became Monday the fourteenth after midnight ) , the dead of the night. Probably around one or two in the morning. We had driven up one of the local mountains in our hometown to a secluded clearing. It was literally in the middle of nowhere, but the sky was perfectly clear with a thousa