Say Hi To The Daisies For Me.
10.20.14 2:17pm

He fucked her like
Saturday night,
and she loved him like
Sunday morning.

The amount of salty sweat
he dripped onto her
was equal to the salty tears
she wept out for him.

They both sought after to be
affectionate and romantic,
but his needs were amative
while hers were tender.

Loving him blinded her,
maybe that’s why he
fucked her from behind
and behind her back.

His // My Goodbyes

I am as deep as the ocean.
None have fully explored me.
There are still secrets and mysteries even unknown to myself.
There is so much of me, yet most see so little of it.
Some only get to view the white waves as they crash against the sand as I barely wet their toes.
Others come to wade in me from time to time.
I greet them happily, rushing up the beach to lap their feet.
They stay and play, but never venture far from where their feet can feel the safety of the sand.
Few take the full plunge, letting my waters cradle them in my arms.
They take the time to explore, to learn the wonders I have to offer.
They find coral reefs and buried treasure, wonderful, beautiful things
For these select, I am thankful.
I will shelter them, protecting them from any harm.
But be warned.
If I am left by myself for too long, I become distraught.
Sadness turns to anger and anger turns to rage.
My furry is merciless.
I have swallowed ships.
I have gobbled up entire cities.
All this to fill the void.
All this to stop from feeling alone.
I am a force to be reckoned with.
I am vast.
I am unknown.
I am beautiful.
The Restless Sea, Lucy Doll (ibleedpurpleblood)
Intimacy is not who you let touch your genitalia. Intimacy is who you text at 3am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention, when ten other people are asking for it. Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.
(via lildeviant)
Don’t settle down and sit in one place. Move around, be nomadic, make each day a new horizon. You are still going to live a long time…and it would be a shame if you did not take the opportunity to revolutionize your life and move into an entirely new realm of experience….My point is that you do not need me or anyone else…The only person you are fighting is yourself and your stubbornness…
10.11.14 5:27pm

I’ll be the poet
and you’ll be the poetry
my hands writing the words
as my palms and my fingers
work together to grasp the thoughts
that have gathered throughout
your canvas
feeling your scarce hairs
as they arise from the chill bumps
my tongue against your neck
and my breathing against your ear
have caused
I’ll observe the way your eyes roll backward and the way your being starts to tighten as it awaits to be adored by my kisses
accompanied by my light laughter
of excitement
all your motions inspiring
my next verse that will drip onto you like the excess saliva that
was not necessary to glide
my mouth up and down your
detailed shaft
the rhythm of this poem
matches the rhythm of our hips
as I slip your experiences into
my mind so I can understand you
on a level you never even thought
was possible
different speeds
and switching positions
moans that scream our desires
to heighten each other’s senses
flipping through pages to reach
the climax
opening my heart
while opening my mouth
to swallow every drop of your soul
as for I am dependent on you
for my next piece of poetry.

You need to understand that I’ll never be the girl that begs you to stay. If you decide to walk out of my life, I might be sad for a little while but know that I’ll never chase you. I’ll just let you go.
Midnight thoughts (I may love you, but i’ll never need you)