Tough, tough boy Reaching for the sun Never smiled once Learning to forget that
Tough tough boy Take your shot stranger You'll only get one Shoot me in the forehead
Tough, tough boy Nails are made of iron Soul is a volcano so you wear yourself down
Tough, tough boy Aren't your knuckles worn out Come to me to rest up Don't you forget
My lover is Marine I have explored your body Marine Biology Your tide to me is filling
Your head to me is spinning but anything is winning Im dead and i am grinning but this is how you met me
Feathers on the inside to keep you warm Wings let you gently fly above the storm Little ones wait for you in the nest
River water up to stocky knees Spanish moss hangs low from the trees But you think A fish in your beak would be nice
You and I are about the same Look each other in the eye, I say your name Do you seem to understand me?
Crows listen when I speak little trinkets, little treats Maybe that's how were different.
Pretty tweets and pretty chirps pretty evils, pretty hurts vultures roam everywhere, waiting.
TW: cannibalism????? this is something i wrote a few weeks ago and i saw this prompt and i LOVED IT so yeah. enjoy :D
I want to kiss you like i’m eating To devour and savor you Taste the insides of your cheeks as if they were lined with jam or honey Pull away at you forcefully lift you up on the counter and have your hands rip at my ribs Have nails digging into each other the parts that we love most More than just nibbles on the ear i’d let you bite it off make a vow to me only to be gentle with my heart once you rip it out bites line my shoulders and arms trying to reach sweet nectary water red rivers spout like oil in canine shaped holes please darling monster won’t you do more rattle around the soul between my bones i don’t mind how much you dig into my hips do not be kind consume me whole until there is nothing left
Malachite, the cursed stone shines an eye on me and you opens up a wing or two leaves a space, a little room
when we pass the halls alone eyes at war, your skin is green rising like an endless scene god, i wish you weren't so mean
I'm alive, yet I am pinned dying now like I have sinned i have learned now to forgive you can't even seem to grin
staring in an endless pool butterflies may have a sip look into your eyes you fool free the little girl within
malachite, the butterfly greener than an open field gently, I will play with him
(Authors note: HI I HAVEN'T WRITTEN IN A LONG TIME! I'm so happy I finally got out of my writers block so I might actually be writing more consistently!! It's not much but I hope you enjoy! :] )
I am made entirely of flaws and stitched together with good intentions because my mother begged at the altar of my father’s rejections bearing her claws and fighting tooth and nail to find cure to our infections without fighting for her own she stuffed me and my sister with her imperfections forcing us to be better and stirring us up in the biased direction so we wouldn’t have to fear or maybe die when the world makes their selection my deadbeat tried to ruin her and stain her all while hiding his erection because he was deprived too causing him to turn a cheek to constructive correction little did he know he was stacking oil barrels of hatred ton by ton and giving me my content so a starving artist has something she can live from sadly she is the only one to stand when all she was taught to do was run and as she slowly sinks into the ground she will still refuse to blame anyone for even a moment like chocolate kept in a car or the hot sun she would never tell a soul about her dreams and what she wants to become the life that she wishes to have will paralyze her past if they want it begun but she would rather die then put in the painful sharp indelicate disgusting brutal indecent work in order to get things DONE
My arms lifted through the phone Sweet scented things you’ll never send Oh Is it that obvious to you Is it not that easy to pretend My mattress has a memory foam topper Leaving me in sea foam Like Aphrodite birthed from the sea When she is surrounded by the gentle, does she feel home? Voices sing me straight to sleep My soul has always been a task to keep Keep me warm and soft and I might pretend to let you borrow My gentle, beautiful, burning soul until tomorrow.
Ask and you shall receive The door will be open to you But the screws in my throat leave lines and spirals And the thread on my lips leaves me wishing instead of whistling Arms are more constricted by vines so much so i cannot sign How the bedlam holds me tightly No requests for help are fine Sewn shut so that I may be an embarrassment to myself The door slams The hand takes And closed mouths don’t get fed.
Staring down I want to touch you Little tickles Larger burns Round and round but I'm not spinning Drag you round to me you turn sorry you must see my flare ups sorry that I make you melt Do you think the sun gets lonely Don't you think its common sense Once A day I get to face you Luna's too far to be friends orange and bitter too up close rays of sun you handle most i don't feel you reaching up I don't feel you looking up
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