The EscapistSoaring and diving, high ‘bove the world,The Escapist
The escapist looked down on us all.
Us’lly he’d sep’rate his world from the rest,
But today, he made one different call. Down on our earth (away from fant’sy),
The escapist spotted me out.
He made it his plight to bring me along
To his hideout inside of his sight.
He told me of happiness, harm’ny and heights.
His tempting grew stronger and shrill,
And I want to let go and join his parade,
But I know that Escapist’s wrong thrill.
My answer was no, so he moved right along.
Why waste thoug
TwistedAnd you stood there Watching me throw myself in the face of danger and did you care? When I stripped myself bare and revealed this side of my life these are the days and they cut like a knife to the back that twisted inside me twisted inside me how twisted...Twisted
AddictionA love gone to far An addiction Will you learn what I learn? Will you take my advice and turn? Turn away from his grasp From his burning, stinging rasp In his voice That voice he holds on to Seductively calling my name Over and over So when he says it now I shun, I shudder, I bow Away from him, hide behind a lie A lie I keep even from myself Only coming truth when on paper Let out a sigh, a single sigh In exasperation An addictionAddiction
That boyI didn’t love that boy his obsession with me showed I didn’t love his toy but together we slowly lowedThat boy
He gave me every fantasy I think I fulfilled him too all the while done in secrecy I noticed my affection grew
This secret we held tight I felt a guilty loom and in the present light I hid inside his room
I love that boy, I figured and now it seems all done and now it seems absurd that love that had short run
I wish for those tempting moments (I’ve longed for in his absents)
NO VALUE?!
drop by my pad
to see, see, oui
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its not too late to become what you were meant to be
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its not too late to become what you were meant to be
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now two old ladies sit peacefully knitting,
and their names are sometimes and always [link]
time here in dA-
I look forward to your participation in the
poetry community
this is one of mine:
one day during A+P
as I was about
to clip the tail of
an anonymous cat
I mused at the idea
of having a god to
poke and prod
and wondered nearly aloud
if one could skip
a rock in Zeus's heart.
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its not too late to become what you were meant to be
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