Untitled (Little Christmas Poem) by LuvSyc, literature
Literature
Untitled (Little Christmas Poem)
The stockings were hung and we had had our fun
this Christmas was not like the rest
It's us by ourselves, we've built some new shelves
this Christmas I truly feel blessed
& I'm not talking to God,
flee the thought of that fraud,I stand infront of something that's true,
and whether it be just for now, or I linger here forever
the one I'm infront of is you.
'From a tender age, I knew I was loved. I could feel it. They would murmur it with funny or soft emotional faces every day, until I grew to obtain the knowledge of words. Then they would tell me.
'From an early age, I felt I was different. Every child experiences it, but I didn't exactly feel like it was within the ways or experiences inwhich I did.
'Steven Warner was an okay kid. We often would share juice boxes by the blue slide during recess. No big deal, but we were friends. Until one day, I felt like I saw him for who he really was, or rather, who he would turn out to be. And it was a shame, because only at the age
The truth was, I didn't want to relax, I didn't want to settle down. And I sure as hell didn't want to be sober. I wanted to feel free and with you, as I once did, seemingly not long ago. When I would catch you trying to sneak looks and possibly fantasy. I missed the rush of feeling accepted amongst so many others, I was finally this character I had always mindfully practised to be.
I wanted sex in public places because we were so high with emotion and lust. No words, just sounds, gasps and cries. Cries that let you know that I wasn't just another harlotte. That this was real, despite such a decision so quickly in meeting. And despite
We started to kiss, but it was more of an attack as I remember never having my hands clamor so fast and surely. We then were tasting, as if it was some sort of vicious, animalistic race to see who could devour who first. I finally had to pull back; I had to breath, but he wouldn't let me. So I wouldn't let him, and grew even more hungry.
"I want to…- I’m going to fucking devour you.."
He bellowed, almost roughly as he then broke out of embrace, and began to move down.
"So hungry…"
Kiss after soft, slow dragging kiss, I felt my stomach flutter uncontrollably.
"Then eat."
I bought you a beer, I got your text by LuvSyc, literature
Literature
I bought you a beer, I got your text
It couldn't be explained, the immense embarrassment he felt.
"It wasn't meant for you. I meant a different Simon."
The boy's expression long lingered, as if expecting him to know he should have left right away; annoyed.
And as the words fully registered, all he could do was muster a nod of petrified, and all together, confused acceptance. He understood perfectly, he was used to this. After all, a night out with friends definitely seemed too good to be true.
...And all I am is a girl
so I’ll keep digging deeper; hide myself from the world
Don’t like them sweets, big ice or pearls
Not one of those plastic high maintenance girls
Tug the sleeve of your sweater
I wanna feel closer
to the sound of your voice
emotional roller coaster
touch my neck and I’ll touch yours
yeah you love those little high waisted shorts oh~ . . .
He don’t know what I think about
and what I think about, he won’t know
not now, one love; two mouths
just don’t find out, all the things I doubt
everything inside that you wouldn't want to figure out, no . . .
‘Cause you’re too bold
Fix me
write me off and then to bed
my head is spent
you bewitched me
with eyes of high-up ended glaciers
When we merge
I instantly feel safe
away from all the matter
free fall back and let spines shatter
The snow will fall better with you around this year.
An old friend, like a bird flu by
and I felt my chest flutter like her wing
and she started to sing
Sing- she sang of the missed years
asked how I had been
And in that moment I wondered why
I’d been living not caring if I died
I had grown to be cold
So hostile and thin
And if I probably could I would do it again
I begged her
Come now quick, inside the house
I’ve all these problems; pour them out
into your ears, you’ll know no doubt how
sad I’ve been, I roam about
I don’t know who I’d rather be
The one who flaunts nothing or ‘Look at me!’
I take too much should throw it away
But God only knows
Traded in them tits for ribs
it don’t feel as nice though
we got the minds of savage kids
not willing to be happy with ourselves
and express what we already know
So I guess I’ll sit here n’ spit
Like I’m hot, like I’m the shit
to get away from how I really feel
gonna drown my mind in somethin’ real
fuckin’ dangerous, but not too much though
I wanna get mine
fuck that money up before I go, yo
(Go, go . . .
Go) to the highest
supplied with the finest
of greenery in the world
letchur mind unfurl
to the side thats feelin’ you the most
And coast.
Tryna live the dream. That’s alla’it.
And as the two individuals of immortality finally parted ways- perhaps even after hundreds of years of fighting for something, that neither one could really explain anymore, she stopped, taking a moment to watch his broad frame almost fade out and away into the distance. And as the last little bit of inked colour from the last little peek of his flesh existed visible, Elizabeth could proudly say, that for once, this time, this final and one last time, she would be okay. After all, a man was a man, and her husband was her husband. This meaning, one would have certainly been too lazy to pack all of his belongings himself. And she didn&rs