feel Sitting alone.feel by ~avirtualstage
No one had ever joined me.
No one real enough
For me to feel them.
I want a man to sit. Not a boy.
Sit with me on tarps.
Under tarps.
To make believe.
To sit in silence.
I can hear your heart.
From your thumbs.
As they brush past my ear.
In trees sit with me.
Sing along,
always with the melody.
Im yearning for your nature.
Smoke will fill our hearts.
We slide through each other.
Not liking one bit more
Than one other, any other.
My eye brows are happy.
Sitting without a queue
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puff one, puff two.
Everyone loves you
Im op
Openly. There’s a plan flying over the roof.Openly. by ~avirtualstage
Fuck! It’s so close.
My ears throb.
I hear something scrape.
It’s just my eye lashes, scratching at my eyes. Making them red.
I just clouded a few buds to soft ash.
I don’t want to die right now but I stop and imagine it.
The beauty of it, the power, to die vaguely elevated.
I lay squashed on the ground.
Heart vibrating.
Fire groping through my skin.
It lingers its fingers attentively through my hair.
Everyone that was high in the day I died, moved away and above ‘heaven’ and we didn’t have that milky substance. Just each other to float on.
We rel
The sun is just yellow energy. The sun is just yellow energy.The sun is just yellow energy. by ~avirtualstage
The frogs create outside.
The bass is heavy.
They must be strong.
I buy baby food for the tiny jars.
I put coffee beans in them.
I always thought I’d hate coffee.
Now it’s anything for a buzz.
My heart is a golden cup.
Facing up.
Things race towards me.
I am magnetic.
Pulsating, pouring out.
Tidal waves of substance.
Its blue tinge reminds me of up there.
And I would live up there if I could.
The substance I’ve made within this cup struggles.
I grow.
My ankles roll around releasing a perfume.
Almost intoxicating.
Arms flail through the air.
Inside, it’s warm up
Johan. Johan.Johan. by ~avirtualstage
We lay together on this sublime coast often. Not speaking, just being. My smallest finger is wrapped by a warm blanket of skin, his hand. His body feels limp, relaxed. Silence still. I can hear the stars tremble.
The crashing waves spread salt through the air. I can taste it on his neck. We gaze deeply into each other, communicating through touch.
I can sense his mindfulness, he mistrusts intimacy, and I crave connection.
My left hand traces his face. His eyes roll back, only showing delicate whites. They flutter as his third eye begins to glow.
All three focus on me, he smiles. My toes spasm as my mind drifts into this illusion o
Sta.sh
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Tim Curry is teh sex!!
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ariadna.
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