I hate working outside, take me back to my dungeon,
People happy, people looking pretty,
Will you not,read over my shoulder, stop,
I need water, i need shade, out in nature, my health decayes,
I dont care if you are pretty, i dont know what id say,
Give me the sun for my skin, vitamin D for my thyroids,
Anything else, just a hazard of being outside.
Many a time I have forgotten where I am,
How long have I been in this place, an hour? A year?
The length of time dawns on me, and I can feel it sinking into my heart,
What have I done in that time, how have I shown my love for the place I stay?
Exists as I choose, they say,
But what if I am not right to choose?
I am chilled, relaxed, floating in the stream of life,
though today I feel like I am stuck in the reeds, not a bad place to be
help me, guide me
Title: time on your hands
Uplifting, but I want to be down,
Do you have time to stick around,
I want to be alone with my thoughts,
But want you ready when I am
Title: light switch
Turn down the light,
I find it awfully bright,
my eyes are tired my mind to.
Let them both be, and I’ll smile onto you.
Title: Drowning without water
I hurt out here in space,
A space without you, head ringing, closing my eyes
Its like everything we have ever done, I have ever done screaming in my head,
I am alone, physically, but surrounded by 25 years of memories,
Running deep in every direction, Like a sea, fighting hard to stay afloat,
Eyes open, Its gone, and I am alone.
Title: washing powder
What a mess, I want to scream, get out, get lost,
I feel dirty, shower myself, hose this place,
Spit out the sickness that is building up sitting here.
Title: Sleep in
Leave me in the middle of a dreeaam,
It-does- not-mean, I don’t love yooou,
Leave me in the middle of a dreeaam,
Better things come gradually, I’ll see you soon,
let our paths cross naaaturally,
Leave me in the middle of a dreeaam,
Hearts onto, I feel it too, Another sleepy feeling,
a branch down low, let me leeean, let it go,
oh no
Leave me in the middle of a dreeaam,
A want to be, but all clouds I see,
Hope this is not all, my heart will fall.
Leave me in the middle of a dreeaam,
It-does- not-mean, I don’t love yooou,
Title: Genius
Resourcefulness, unintended uses, working with nature,
These are things that amaze me; you cannot by my wonder in products,
My heart and mind, ponder yonder,
Uninspired by rich decisions, so I’ll make my own,
Look within myself, contemplate, look around the world, and further contemplate
Title: Community loan
What if like investing in a company you can invest in the community
How will it work? What would be the drawbacks? Will this turn evil? Will you make your money back?
Say you invest in a community garden, going by a percentage, you are given a percentage of fruit that you can either eat or reinvest by letting people sell, gift to others.
These have names, like membership or subscription. But I feel if we judge it like we would the stock market; there is a chance that we will be more understanding of a bad harvest or a good one.
Waking up Sunday, not relaxed but stressed,
Things I have not done, not spread out over the weekend, has all become paramount,
Food shopping, assignments, hygiene, cleaning,
It can be done, I just need to relax, can I feel calm?
So today, I may not get to sit in the park, breath in the air with friends,
Though why look at the bad?
Delve into the mundane, and what fun can be had.
On your knees, hands tied.
Deep in your mouth, innocent eyes looking up.
Pulling out only to let you breath,
drool and whisper your lust for me..
Another casual day, a bit of rest, a bit of play, sexpo, friends, costumes, shows, consent, leather, pain, good and bad, smiles and giggles to be had, What am I into? what does sex and love mean to me? Ponder … Continue reading
I care about you, you tell me how your friends catch you smiling at work when your thinking about me,
coming from you, that means a lot to me,
we have been seeing each other for months,
But plans are in motion for me to leave,
I stay the night and kiss you good bye, not forever just a holiday with my friends,
when I get home you are not interested in meeting up, I visit you, spend time, but you are not really there,
You talk sometimes about an old friend who lived with you, Him hiking through Canadian wilderness,
How he might be coming home,
I smile, but know something is not right between him, you and I,
You take weeks to call back, make plans and never show,
It is all happening so fast, and ever so slow,
It’s heartbreak for me, don’t tell me, I already know.
One thousand views, but none of them from you,
I laugh, ponder, worry, give, and cry,
but our feelings never meet eye to eye,
give me a sign or let me go,
this emptiness, I want you, do you feel the same?
I’ll never know. Continue reading
There are some of us who are broken, forever trying to appear whole,
there are some of us who are whole, forever trying to appear broken.
BENT ON LOVE 