our collective voices become poetry
i need and use obsession and desire to distract me from the chaos of daily life.
i obsess about everything.
i want to be so comfortable with myself that i dont have to obsess anymore.
anything i cannot or should not have
becomes my obsession.
i smoke cigarettes to keep my lips entertained between kisses.
i am obsessed with self-expression
through words no one will ever read...
passion.
i want to know every part of myself, even the bad parts, and be comfortable with all of it.
i need to always speak the truth.
i want daily inspiration
my desire is to be desired.
my desire for knowledge consumes me always
i desire experiences that are
ten thousand miles wide
i was 11 years old
when i prayed
to be kissed.
the prayer was answered when i was 17.
with another girl.
we all need to embrace sexuality.
quit being scared,
quit being silent and stop boxing ourselves in,
start knowing what we want
and running with it
i love breasts.
i love breasts.
i love breasts.
i love breasts.
i fucking love breasts.
fuck me
im a boy
im a girl
i am beautiful
and you love me.
to not wonder "what happened?"
i want to believe that there are
no answers
because maybe then i could stop looking for them.
i am obsessed with ecstasy.
the feeling, the idea, the possibility.
sexuality is fluid is beautiful is kissing the lips you want to kiss instead of the ones that are closest to what others say they should be
is growth is experimenting is crazy is love.
my mother thinks ive lost my faith.
i know ive found it -
hidden between the thighs of my lover.
open me up
until my honesty makes me fear
the trust
was all a dream
i long for something
far more that just
a fleeting moment of desire.
i obsess about everything.
i want to be so comfortable with myself that i dont have to obsess anymore.
anything i cannot or should not have
becomes my obsession.
i smoke cigarettes to keep my lips entertained between kisses.
i am obsessed with self-expression
through words no one will ever read...
passion.
i want to know every part of myself, even the bad parts, and be comfortable with all of it.
i need to always speak the truth.
i want daily inspiration
my desire is to be desired.
my desire for knowledge consumes me always
i desire experiences that are
ten thousand miles wide
i was 11 years old
when i prayed
to be kissed.
the prayer was answered when i was 17.
with another girl.
we all need to embrace sexuality.
quit being scared,
quit being silent and stop boxing ourselves in,
start knowing what we want
and running with it
i love breasts.
i love breasts.
i love breasts.
i love breasts.
i fucking love breasts.
fuck me
im a boy
im a girl
i am beautiful
and you love me.
to not wonder "what happened?"
i want to believe that there are
no answers
because maybe then i could stop looking for them.
i am obsessed with ecstasy.
the feeling, the idea, the possibility.
sexuality is fluid is beautiful is kissing the lips you want to kiss instead of the ones that are closest to what others say they should be
is growth is experimenting is crazy is love.
my mother thinks ive lost my faith.
i know ive found it -
hidden between the thighs of my lover.
open me up
until my honesty makes me fear
the trust
was all a dream
i long for something
far more that just
a fleeting moment of desire.