The Night Knows What The Heart Doesn'tThere is a subtlety in *your voice that I cannot hear. That I don't need to hear. *You tell it all with those eyes of *yours. I toss and I turn but the only thing, the *only damn thing* that will get my eyes to close is to envision *you there, *your arms wrapped around me, holding me close and keeping me safe from the demons inside my head. I feel *you there, and I sigh. *You kiss me gently and I whimper in the night, needing to be ever closer to *your body. I notice my breathing quicken just a bit. My anxiety is wanting to come because it knows. It knows *you're not here and it knows, it knows, it knows. I close my eyes tightly and I imagine *you taking my hand and squeezing and, gently moving closer to *you to feel *you upon me, *your fingers trying to trace circles on my back, I close my eyes and fall into slumber.The Night Knows What The Heart Doesn't by PossumFan
Written While Drunk 2Written While Drunk 2 by PossumFan
*You take my shirt off and *you look at me like I don't give a damn about *you. I look into green eyes like pools of liquid. I grab *your shoulders and I yank *you closer and I kiss *your lips, without breathing. I pull back and I just stare at *you like *you have just committed a heinous crime. We met into each other's arms, and I'm shaking. "Please stop." *You are whispering softly to me, "I love you. Please be okay." I am not shaking because I am with *you. I am shaking because I am finally feeling something besides fear. Finally am able to love *you like I want to so badly. *You put my face in *your hands and *you kiss me. I run my fingers through the hair that *you have left at 60 years old and I sigh "Oh my God." as *you lie me down and gently take hold of everything that is now *yours.
It's Like Poisoni never likedIt's Like Poison by AmphetamineDreams
the taste of cigarettes
until i tasted them
on your lips
Reasons Never to WriteYou’ll want someone exotic, and marry a Romanian. He’ll tell you to dye your hair and you’ll do it, then make chewing on its multicolored strands a habit. You’ll kiss him once and say he tastes like wine. Wine, no? he’ll say with a grin. Only gentlemen drink wine. You'll leave him because you won’t like cliches.Reasons Never to Write by LeftUnfinished
You’ll find a shadow behind a counter (because that’s the only way to describe him). You’ll watch him clashing silverware around in drawers like cold piles of bones, and he’ll give you a free slice of key-lime pie and say it’s the best in the state. You’ll lick up its tanginess on the prongs of your fork and decide that it’s not, but you won't pull away from his eyes that will remind you of your favorite crayon. Then he’ll look you up and down and say, another? You’ll decide to love him because anyone worth loving is worth a free slice of key-lime pie. You’ll make him kiss you even w
Remember to befriend yourself and the Holy One. I see it like this: When you are only friends with yourself, you have more of chance to become prideful, selfish, and reckless. when you think you are only friends with the God, you can't really give him what he wants, which is for you to accept his love, but sense you aren't friends with yourself you keep refusing it. When you are not friends with God and yourself, you become lost, even to the point of misery, believing that only others and other places can make you happy, that others are your world and not your own life. But the reality is, to truly have happiness, to have lasting gratitude, you must be friends with God and yourself, and trust me it will make your life feel and be adventurous more then you could ever imagine.Remember to befriend yourself and the Holy One. by CherishKay
To truly love the God above you must love yourself too.
To serve the god above
cyber noticethank god for Crescent,cyber notice by your-methamphetamine
who has made being a parrot seem
so much simpler than being
thank god for music, and thank
god for bright eyes, thank god for
and honestly? thank god for
as a person and as a force
almost as powerful as my will.
thank god for my will.
thank god for rain and though
i'll never understand why but
for the winter
thank god for family, selfishly
and i'm ashamed,
thank god for shame and
thank god for fear.
thank god for Go Ask Alice
and thank god for religion reiterating
how fucked i've
thank god for the people i've met
and thank god for those who i've
thank god for incense and
thank god for medicine,
for John Green and
books who've built another me
around all the voids i've neglected
and haven't fed for
thank god for the nameless
thank god for words between quotation marks
thank god for conversation and thank god
so very much for
House and the Greys.
thank god for th
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