So easy just to give in and feel power unabated unchecked unfettered flowing through veins like fuel in an engine a heart on fire with no fucks doubts checks just total certainty unbound by the chains of day-to-day life a wolf in sheep’s clothing stalking grinning biting howling as the herd parts like waves before me You know I could crush you consume you conquer the very edges of your lush plains of flesh my eyes glowing like ember before my flames burn through your core my hands pulling apart the pieces of you one-by-one ...until You look back at me with absolute trust And it is I who fall shattered.
You suck. You're argumentative. Fully negative. Selfishly attentive. A short fuse chasing a spark. You drive me nuts. Like metaphorically. Probably actually. Maybe literally. Draining every sane light with your dark. You got history. Lots of neglect. Not much respect. Already wrecked. Yet you never give up the fight. Except for the social. Honesty brutal. Personality duel. Resistance futile. It's take you or leave you, alright. You love me. You don't show it. Think I know it. Afraid to blow it. Or too stubborn to give me up. You still got me. Little tired. Caffeine wired. Temper fired. My kicks to your shins ain't let up.
Those hips though really slope so smooth hugging planes outlining grooves Where lips or fingers beg to touch I won’t press hard or linger much Those hips though really hold up fine over the bed underneath mine Where bodies join align as one Much like our love - not easy, fun
It’s 2 AM And I know I should send you home ...but you live three hours away in the mountains with snow what if you crashed? and this became our first and only date I can’t risk it Nope Not now so... It’s 2 AM And I know You shouldn’t stay ...but I’ve got a spare futon in this room out here and I swear I can sleep alone for another night it’s only been too many Nope It’s okay so... It’s 2 AM And I know You’ll leave tomorrow ...but I don’t have anyplace I’d rather go or be and if you don’t get up right away at dawn or if you pull me Nope I’m weak so... It’s not 2 AM I don’t know what time it really is ...but laying here beside you with these arms around me I honestly don’t care about the time the day or the hour Nope I’m where I always wanted to be.
Dear Love, Please send me: a cat lover short is good some nice padding tanned or darker patience is a virtue as is cooking, too my mom’s kinda overbearing so hopefully they get along and ooh - curly hair is cute a reader is a must someone who likes to listen and puts up with indecision maybe someone who enjoys cardio so we could workout together and has a big family like the kind that cooks a lot (emphasis on cooking!) but doesn’t want kids necessarily but gets along with kids of course and has a gentle spirit that’s happy to laze about with me ........... Oh. ........... Well, huh. This works too.
Love is work And I’m a hard worker Always have been, baby. There are others Who’re smarter or faster Who look better than me But I pull I do the heavy lifting And I won’t buck you off You can lead With all those dreams The ones I never bothered with You can nag It’s not like I’m great At really listening anyway But just know That I won’t buck Or throw you off so easy Love is work And I’m a hard worker Always have been, baby
first was a tree just a bump nothing big second was a dumpster just a scratch not to worry third was a t-bone as that car crossed the highway into the side that I sat in as my head hit windshield just some whiplash, a bump, and nose blood fourth was a fender kiss just a dent nothing major fifth another t-bone tipping the old van over to its side as I crawled out the busted windshield just some bumps and cuts, alright sixth got rear ended spilled some coffee, nothing burned seventh burst a tire running over a concrete berm Who knows how bad the next will be or if I’ll walk away next time like I have before which is why every time I leave the house I kiss you goodbye just in case it really is goodbye
When the weight within my bones Becomes more than it should be I wrap my ears in ’phones ’Till there’s only the iron and me When the rage within my veins Wrecks my inner harmony Each bar provides the reins And we ride, the iron and me It pushes against my core Ignoring past or pedigree There are no goals to score Only us, the iron and me Each lift breaks me down Each pull tugs patiently As my spirit begins to drown In sweat, the iron, and me I pour my heart into each press My breath in each “two...three...” As I lift more I carry less All I need is the iron and me When I finish my last rep Leave the bench for reality There’s a purpose in my step For I have forged the iron in me
Stop making me write poems. I mean it Pretty please I’ve written so many already I’m down here on my knees. Stop making me write poems. I hate them I really do Yet whenever you’re around all these words spill out for you. Stop making me write poems. Act rudely Be a jerk I’m wasting all my hours trying to make this rhyme scheme work. Stop making me write poems. You won’t read Or ever see My feelings look so lame in print the only one who’ll see is me. Stop making me write poems. It’s a waste Since anyway You already know I love you and I’ve got nothing left to say.
Every wordsmith needs a forge A fire burning bright It glows within so brightly not many can hold its might The tools and words may matter but mostly it’s INTENT Otherwise you lose focus and your weapon may turn bent Which is why I feel so sadly for souls whose shards were scattered because my beautiful broken people you truly fucking mattered.