may include: - Dizziness - Mild to severe irritation - Occasional heart pain - Elevated blood pressure - Erections (if over 4 hours seek medical attention - if over 2 hours well done) - Sleeplessness - Rash or impulsive behavior - Increased sensitivity - Loss or increase of appetite - Emotional outbursts - Dry mouth - Inability to speak or think coherently *Prolonged exposure may result in dependency or addiction
Category: Poetry
Punch Drunk Love
Down goes the shot and one and two Down goes the floodgate and out and up Go the words I never say to you: ″$!@# THIS!” “WHY would you do that?!” “That’s stupid!” “Ugh, so ugly...why...” “You should really ___” Sip goes the bottle the first the second Sip goes the glass the red the white Flag you never hold up otherwise: ″.....mmmk.” “Whatever.” “Wha...I said that?” “I’m sorry.” “Hmm, let’s just cuddle.” Round goes the world again and again and Round goes our rounds again then again until We slide into the other side like: “You’re such a grouch.” “You’re such a...wimp?” ″!@#$ you.” “Okay.” ″...” And we meet in the middle where your tipsy self and my topsy self make the perfect mixed drink.
Coping Mechanisms
I've done all I can Meditation Breathing Exercise Nutrition I've tried, I swear Clean living Cutting back Stepping out Thinking hard I've got nothing No clue No ideas No hope No excuses Because it's still beating And It won't stop For you.
Blind Love
I love people. I hate intolerance and injustice. I love white people. I hate racism, particularly from long established standpoints of cultural privilege where it is the most harmful. I love men. I hate toxic masculinity and patriarchy norms. I love peacekeepers. I hate systemic abuses of power from positions of authority. I love civil servants. I hate political diatribe, corruption, and empty rhetoric. I love hard workers. I hate the notion that one’s work ethic or ability defines their worth as a human being. I love people of faith. I hate blind devotion to traditions that cause others harm. I love businesses. I hate unfair oligarchies and market practices which favor the few over their fellows. I love the ignorant. I hate the belligerent refusal to educate yourself. I love the educated. I hate self-righteous bullying over common sense and decency towards others. ------------------------------------------------------------ I may love blindly But I must hate with precision. ’Lest the things I hate Turn the things I love Into perpetrators Rather than vessels for change
Dominant
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.
Kick Your Shins
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.
On Your Bones
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
2 AM
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.
Oh Well
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.
Work Horse
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