Yellow soap for a yellow me.
I don't feel like being pure
means being happy.

- I scrub scarring
with more definition
than a dictionary.

Moldy bread kissing
gravid navel oranges,
in a cherry plastic rib cage.

- Can you find me altruism
hidden in the heart  
of ecstasy and rage?

Satellite bobbing above
the air supply,
are you out of reach or am I?

She was taking pictures
of us in the aphotic zone.
Saying, it was the only way
to capture me vulnerable.

Extirpate my species
to save my life.
I am saturnine for
the only adoration I accept  
is mine.

I hate rejecting a girl
Who is too great to fathom
But because she’s too young
And you’re at that age where it would be inapposite to date
A younger one by that margin
I have to say no
For the respect of her parents and her herself
I’m not a heartbreaker, most of the time i want to try it
But i know that’s not possible
So i must cloak your sweet temptation to form a stronger connection
By doing what’s right
Even if it means rejection
It must be done
I’m sorry, ***

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Mirror of my soul
Love, for whom the bells of my heart toll
How can I make you understand,
I'd swim the widest ocean, just to hold your hand
Though we were together for such a short while
My heart still shines remembering your smile
The sound of you saying my name so sweet
The way you touched me when we would meet
The feel of your body against mine
In great love we would intwine
But like a thief in the night you slipped away
Leaving only sweet memories to fill my days

“You’re just churning out words”
Isn’t any story you read just a bunch of words?
They just pass the comprehension test
So why do you detest
Such a fast paced style?
Is it cause you wish you could mimic?
Or is it cause you’re not really a writer?
Writers churn out words to feed their families and their spouses or even themselves
Sometimes people enjoy my “churned out words”
In the end, your churned out words will just be at the same starting level as everyone else's and your discouraging comments will flare and vaporize into nothing
As your name stays behind
And mine and the other ones rush ahead
Because their words mind their own business
And don’t seek destruction
They’re aware of the chances
They’re aware of the equality
So why aren’t you?