I:
Innocent liar
Good will can be relative
Innocence questioned
II:
He’s so un-thank-full
This anger is not for him
She’s so un-thought-full
My good deeds - not good enough
Nice tries prove irrelevant
These tears and sobs twist
Try to blame him- can’t be you
Quivering she smokes
III:
Tail between her legs
Purposely still charging him
Then her eyes open
Please don’t cause the sabotage
Please don’t slaughter our home
Tears are quiet now
In the shadows, he holds her
They are as they were
Hands hold her wrists – he’s inside
Feeling so full, she whispers:
I only meant to love you
I never meant to hurt you
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Map of a Worshipped Man
Black boots lead to firm calves.
Firm calves lead to knees only I can weaken.
These weak knees lead to hard thighs
Hard thighs lead to my lust, my love and two soft cheeks.
Then the small waist and that great back and those beautiful broad shoulders.
Sweet hands lead to mighty arms
Mighty arms - KeepMeSoClose - KeepMeSoSafe.
In front comes that well loved chest and that bite marked neck and that tongue I'd like to swallow.
Above there's that cute crooked nose and those pool blue eyes and that brow I hate to see furrow.
Then those pretty perfect ears
(well, only one hears)
And inside is, a man far beyond his years.
This is my man, he's the only one and
I am his endlessly and forever.
Firm calves lead to knees only I can weaken.
These weak knees lead to hard thighs
Hard thighs lead to my lust, my love and two soft cheeks.
Then the small waist and that great back and those beautiful broad shoulders.
Sweet hands lead to mighty arms
Mighty arms - KeepMeSoClose - KeepMeSoSafe.
In front comes that well loved chest and that bite marked neck and that tongue I'd like to swallow.
Above there's that cute crooked nose and those pool blue eyes and that brow I hate to see furrow.
Then those pretty perfect ears
(well, only one hears)
And inside is, a man far beyond his years.
This is my man, he's the only one and
I am his endlessly and forever.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
My Retired OKC Profile:
My-Details:
Last Online: Online now!
Join Date: Dec. 24, 2009
Ethnicity: Black
Height: 5' 10" (1.77m).
Body Type: Fit
Smokes: Yes
Drinks: Often
Drugs: Sometimes
Religion: Agnosticism and somewhat serious about it
Sign: Capricorn and it’s fun to think about
Education: Working on college/university
Job: Student
Income: —
Kids: —
Pets: Likes dogs and Dislikes cats
Languages: English
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My Self-Summary
***The following profile is void as I am now in a very happy relationship.***
Hi, my name is Valli. It says I have to write more but I don't have anything to add to what's written below.
Never be afraid to ask...
I am Tula, Clementine Kruczynski, and Juliet Hulme
What I’m doing with my life
Right now I'm upstate at school studying fashion merchandising and working on a minor consumer resource management.
UPDATE: I'm currently home for the summer!
I’m really good at
Laughing. Listening. Having fun. Problem Solving. Being a shoulder to cry on. Making it all better. Kissing it all better. Keeping secrets. Crying out of anger instead of sadness. Writing Haikus about boys. Getting into harmless fun and hilarious trouble.
The first things people usually notice about me
How tall I am or maybe my smile... Oh and the faked confidence!
My favorite books, movies, music, and food
Currently Reading: Sick City
Up Next: Choke or American Psycho
The Catcher in the Rye. Of Mice and Men. The Bluest Eye. Beloved. Dangerous Liasons. Hair. Mean Girls. Interview with a Vampire. Threesome.Teen Witch. Romeo+Juliet Florence and the Machine. Bat for Lashes. The Who. Queen. Hot Chip. Sushi. Prince. Rick James. Chipotle. Chinese. Plum Wine.
The six things I could never do without
The laughter of my two best friends.
Sunday mornings spent walking through central park then Sunday afternoons spent getting lost in the Met.
Sex with amazingly beautiful or interesting or profound people.
Screaming "no" but meaning "yes" and the lovers who know the difference.
Foods I've never tried before.
Love or what might actually be mistaken lust but still feels perfect for a little while.
Some others:
Trash and Vaudville, American Apparel, H&M
My terrace
Collars
Sleepy Sundays
Cuddling
Blindfolds
Sunglasses
Diner Hot Chocolate
Bare Hands
Pretty Boys with Large Vocabularies
Pretty Girls with Tear Stained Cheeks
Post Coital Rosey Cheeks and various other double entendres
Root Beer Floats
Sushi
Descriptive Words
Tears
Sexting in full sentences*
Three Hour Phone Calls
White sheets on someone else's bed
*I don't have a cell anymore so I guess I can live without that one...
I spend a lot of time thinking about
My friends, wondering if they're doing ok.
Happiness and how to find or make it.
The things I should regret but have chosen to learn from instead.
What to add to my tattoo - it just feels unfinished...
Also, why every man I meet on this site is from Astoria or a teacher (or both...)
And if the period goes inside or outside the parentheses on that last sentence. I think the ellipsis complicates things...
On a typical Friday night I am
Drinking with my sorority at school or being tied up by my friends at home.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I kinda like it when it hurts...
I’m looking for
* Guys and girls who like bi girls
* Ages 21-30
* Near me
* Who are single
* For new friends
You should message me if
you'd like to...
you think my profile is amazing and you just have to get to know me...
something in my smile is calling to you...
you love adjectives as much as I do...
you love ellipses as much as I do...
you know what an ellipsis is...
you like it when they cry...
you think we have more in common than okcupid says we do...
you're tall enough to make me feel small...
you read this instead of skimming it...
Friday, July 23, 2010
I Miss Your Good Mornings
I miss your good mornings
I lust for good nights
That start with sweet kisses
and end with sweet bites
I love our good times
I learn from our fights
and I hate to say this -
But you're always right
So let's stay together
This rides a delight
You are my anchor
and I am your kite
I lust for good nights
That start with sweet kisses
and end with sweet bites
I love our good times
I learn from our fights
and I hate to say this -
But you're always right
So let's stay together
This rides a delight
You are my anchor
and I am your kite
Friday, June 11, 2010
Montana Man
Sweet sweet quips from left side shifted lips
Strong finger tips pressed between my hips
I dip and slip into you
You want it?
It’s yours.
One room, two floors
Your loft is our hideaway
I feel like I’m high today
You’re still inside me -
Swimming through my veins
It pains me, it’s inane - see
How I feign like I’m sane and keep the ultimate cool
But for you – I’m a fool
Please don’t be cruel
My heart’s like a precious jewel, small, powerful and priceless…
So take care of it
Be fair with it
And I swear to it, I’ll do the same for you.
Strong finger tips pressed between my hips
I dip and slip into you
You want it?
It’s yours.
One room, two floors
Your loft is our hideaway
I feel like I’m high today
You’re still inside me -
Swimming through my veins
It pains me, it’s inane - see
How I feign like I’m sane and keep the ultimate cool
But for you – I’m a fool
Please don’t be cruel
My heart’s like a precious jewel, small, powerful and priceless…
So take care of it
Be fair with it
And I swear to it, I’ll do the same for you.
Monday, May 10, 2010
little stalker girl
You walked in unsure - I knew,
right then I'd want you always
Understated and
Silently so shy - Quiet
And still all too strong
I needed you at once - I -
Selfishly craved your abuse
Months of dreaming of:
Your fingers around my throat
This girl's at your feet
No attempts not to want you
Because I love to want you
Submit? A reflex...
This is what you've made of me
Your little stalker girl
It's harmless, I swear!
right then I'd want you always
Understated and
Silently so shy - Quiet
And still all too strong
I needed you at once - I -
Selfishly craved your abuse
Months of dreaming of:
Your fingers around my throat
This girl's at your feet
No attempts not to want you
Because I love to want you
Submit? A reflex...
This is what you've made of me
Your little stalker girl
It's harmless, I swear!
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Crimson & Rouge
More intimate than sex
Love is more than one expects
It connects and directs aspects of perfect devotion
This cliché emotion usually gets lost in the commotion
Like floating in the ocean I’m moving in slow motion
I give in to the notion of loves potion and the beauty of heart shaped glasses
I bat mascaraed lashes as my mind crashes and becomes a valentine of confettied ashes for you
My heart’s in the destruction too
For you I can’t subdue the crimson and rouge
Like church ladies in their pews I feel from the outside in
Your presence overcomes me and enters through my pores
When you play I surrender to each chord
For lack of better words…
You’re adored
Love is more than one expects
It connects and directs aspects of perfect devotion
This cliché emotion usually gets lost in the commotion
Like floating in the ocean I’m moving in slow motion
I give in to the notion of loves potion and the beauty of heart shaped glasses
I bat mascaraed lashes as my mind crashes and becomes a valentine of confettied ashes for you
My heart’s in the destruction too
For you I can’t subdue the crimson and rouge
Like church ladies in their pews I feel from the outside in
Your presence overcomes me and enters through my pores
When you play I surrender to each chord
For lack of better words…
You’re adored
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