Poetry
Untitled
I seem to always speak to deaf ears.
Your eyes stare back into mine, and I wonder what you're thinking.
You couldn't possibly be reflecting on all that I've just told you.
I dream.
It seems like you're always there.
And though you're still here, stuck in reality next to me...
I never want you to be.
The world is spinning, but you're oblivious.
Blood, War, Death, and Life.
But you...you're worried about the most insanely, trivial things it's morbidly tragic.
DON'T READ this next one unless Lesbianism doesn't bother you.
*Cock Teasers and Pussy Pleasers*
Is that my idea of the difference between a lesbian and a straight female?
Funny how, only with a pen and paper can I truly say and further more, display what I am feeling. Truth.
Straight women will not shut up about the penis. Yet, when I try to relate in my different, and "homosexual" way it doesn't quite work. I receive a blank stare, and the "hetero" that I am talking to, proceeds to go on about the penis.
Can I interject with my "vagitarian" desires?
Hell no, I'd be making them uncomfortable. Accept me? They'd rather die. Expand their minds? No time to think that maybe this little something...this "phase" is actually something important to me. So yet again, I swallow my pride. Pleased?
I seem to always speak to deaf ears.
Your eyes stare back into mine, and I wonder what you're thinking.
You couldn't possibly be reflecting on all that I've just told you.
I dream.
It seems like you're always there.
And though you're still here, stuck in reality next to me...
I never want you to be.
The world is spinning, but you're oblivious.
Blood, War, Death, and Life.
But you...you're worried about the most insanely, trivial things it's morbidly tragic.
DON'T READ this next one unless Lesbianism doesn't bother you.
*Cock Teasers and Pussy Pleasers*
Is that my idea of the difference between a lesbian and a straight female?
Funny how, only with a pen and paper can I truly say and further more, display what I am feeling. Truth.
Straight women will not shut up about the penis. Yet, when I try to relate in my different, and "homosexual" way it doesn't quite work. I receive a blank stare, and the "hetero" that I am talking to, proceeds to go on about the penis.
Can I interject with my "vagitarian" desires?
Hell no, I'd be making them uncomfortable. Accept me? They'd rather die. Expand their minds? No time to think that maybe this little something...this "phase" is actually something important to me. So yet again, I swallow my pride. Pleased?