We’re frantically typing to finish our assignments
and end our Friday night homework confinement.
Chella wants to go to a frat-house soirée
I went to a few of those, back in the day.

No more frat parties, I once emphatically said.
I make rules for myself, usually based on emotion
but once I calm down, rules are made to be broken,
and, it’s good, I suppose, to stay in touch with the kids

Chella does this a lot, finds a hot trendy spot,
and drags me along, enthusiastically or not.
She’ll attempt, and fail, to do a Keg stand.
That’s ok, we’re not athletes, I understand.

We’re just having fun with it, hitting a beat good,
fugitives from the rough passage to adulthood
We feel like old ladies now - it's hilarious.
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Mini playlist for this:
Pon de Replay by Rihanna
Little Things x Gypsy Woman (L BEATS MASHUP) by Jorja Smith
Can't Feel My Face by The Weeknd
Summertime by DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince
More Than A Woman (SG's Paradise Edit) by Bee Gees & SG Lewis

Summer used to be torture
hours of hiding behind my beach towel
days of starving myself to look good in a bikini

During the hot season I'd make myself small
hiding away in corners
in dark shadows out of sight

But now my voice does not shrink
I stand tall with pride
in my swimming costume
Now my biggest concern
is the sun burns I may get

The ***** met the egg in a cosmic boom
the Bang that created Life
the abandonment of boundaries
the collision of our bodies

We are born of this earth
We have come from the stars
We will bring who we are wherever we go
We bring the beginning
and We go
to the end

-The Meeting Place

I miss you so!
Your heart pulse fails to beat
on my spirit’s lonesome drum
Your breath no longer brushes my soul
with happy peaceful hues
Where did you go? & why?
My longing is lonely for your aura,
lonely for your loving care & desire.
Would you not hold me
in your heart and mind tonight?
I miss you
as always!

si alguna vez, te pierdo,
o si te me pierdes,
espero acordarme
de tus cuerdas hipnotizantes.

de tus notas hipnóticas,
tus resonancias disonantes,
y tus harmonías etéreas
que calman mi miseria
al igual también, mi amor.

espero acordarme de
absolutamente todo.
el momento malo
al igual que el bueno.

esperando nuestro amor humano
que esté, a través de su divinidad,
lleno y repleto del río rojo
que sale de este lugar mágico,
como el jardín de Adan y Eva.

aquí contigo en este río.

me encontrarás entre sus piedras,
dónde te esperare con mis pies en el agua
y entre tus tiernas piernas sembrare
mi orgullo final.

un final grande y grave,
como tu nota musical
en su fin orquestal.

el estar contigo,
es un bienestar al olvido
de sufrimientos vividos,
tu voz, al estar en mi oído,
lava el odio del niño
tenido del nido,
y en sus alas hay hilos
reviviendo los dones dormidos.

reviviendo mis sentimientos
hacia una vida buena,
y el poder de volar.

el poder de vivir,
y el privilegio de poder
compartirme contigo
sin tener que fingir.

- melancholicreator

I watched him, now
The pin prickly drops of a garish red
Seeps
From the uncareful lines he’d drawn on himself.
Slowly, that you’d have to watch
To notice it was even gathering on his skin.
He looks at me
For some sort of a reaction,
Though all I can think about is
The mess that should follow.
I tell him to stop, and
That is the end of it.

My heart pumps, desperately, frantically
In the palm of her hand.
She has pulled it from my ribcage
Without so much as a gasp
Or some utterance of disgust
Even as crimson stains her skin;
Rather, she gazes at it with adoration.
I cannot speak anymore
and I cannot express the same.

“I guess I fumbled this didn’t I”

and thank god I knew enough to pause
and take eighty four steps back
because what would’ve had me leaping into a pit
of guilt tipped spears

had me giggling
miles away
because darling you already know the answer

and are hoping
I’ll bite

when I was losing
my mind

and the walls
crashed into the sky

no one noticed

it was painted
in my eyes

just a whisper

until the storms
came knocking

a quiet, steady
decline

while I was losing
my mind

and no one
noticed

I built a castle
from empty bottles

they said
I was too much

said I was pretending
to be blind

not focused enough
to meet the deadline

to gather clothes
and new obsessions

you’re only as good
as your possessions

bury your truth,
your soft confessions

there’s no such thing
as depression

pay attention
to all the lessons

you’re just prose
with no direction

try harder
to make connections

six months
of a better you

will fix the last
twenty

pick better hobbies
and a real profession

maybe they’ll invite you
to be part of the collection

God knows you need
better company, some
standard corrections

with all the mayhem
and recession

it's so hard to
be special

don’t you watch
the news?

you’re only as good
as the things you buy

buy that red dress
you always wanted

and maybe
just maybe

you’ll be enough

for someone
to notice