VALKYRIE
A book of poems
Ethral Heart
"Valkyrie"
Take me to Valhalla.
Rise up to meet the dawn.
Ladies clad in silver armor.
Hair burning as the sun.
Men and Woman taken to ride.
Upon this cloudless night.
Odin's bane.
Freyja's morn.
A chalice filled with pleasure.
Victory's scorn.
Brave hearted poor souls.
Taken to judgment.
See their last breath.
As the warriors fight.
Slaughtered cries.
Deaths black stone.
Ravens Devouring their flesh and bones
Take me to Valhalla.
Rise up to meet the dawn.
Ladies clad in silver armor.
Hair burning as the sun.
Men and Woman taken to ride.
Upon this cloudless night.
Odin's bane.
Freyja's morn.
A chalice filled with pleasure.
Victory's scorn.
Brave hearted poor souls.
Taken to judgment.
See their last breath.
As the warriors fight.
Slaughtered cries.
Deaths black stone.
Ravens Devouring their flesh and bones
"Faerie King of Dren"
When I was sixteen I was sitting by a river bed.
A faerie circle a few feet ahead.
I eyed the mushrooms curiously.
Then leapt up and crept towards it.
Entering the circle I stood in the center.
I shrugged nothing happened.
It was just a myth.
I tried to walk out but a gust of wind struck me down.
I started shrinking down.
Until I was only three inches tall.
I gasped at what was around me.
Everything had looked so small.
Now it was like hundreds of feet above my head.
I heard a rustle in the leaves.
A fox appeared and bared his teeth.
A faerie man sat on the foxes back.
He jumped off and flew towards me.
Standing in front of me he bowed his head.
"Your majesty" he said, "you are now the queen of the faerie king of Dren"
I backed away in fright, "I'm not going to be hitched off to some guy!"
The faerie warrior grabbed my arm and lifted me up.
Throwing me over his shoulder.
I dangled there as he flew high up in the air.
He landed on a tree and carried me through a door and inside a branch.
He walked down some carefully carved steps,
With strange designs.
I just dropped my head and sighed.
We arrived in the throne room and he dropped me on my ass.
I glared at him as he sped away.
I heard a cough, and the king flew my way.
"You passed through the faerie portal. you cannot go back."
My eyes went wide I hope I would not become his bride.
He had long blond hair, a wild mess, covered with leaves.
He was shirtless and I just about peed.
"By entering the portal you have passed the test, no other will be my queen, come let us Lay with one another, to make this marriage complete."
I walked with him, afraid for my life, it was either this or possibly die.
He kindly took my hand and I fallowed him down a long glowing hallway.
Fungi grew in a line, lighting the steps we walked down.
It was so beautiful and I eyed the king in shock.
He opened the door to his room and I just about gawked.
Closing the door he started to undress.
I wasn't ready for this.
I was still pretty much a kid.
I still thought I had time for relationships later in life.
But here my first love was looking me in the eye.
Apparently I would be his only one. no other bride.
I can't very well just say take a hike. but he looked super fine!
I heaved a sigh and started to undress.
Once we were unclothed.
We stood in front of each other, him and I totally nude.
He pulled me to his bed made out of a yellow rose full in bloom.
He placed me on the bed of flower petals and climbed on top of me.
I felt something enter me.
I literally screamed.
He kissed me, "shhh... your alright. I've never been with another."
He started pounding.
In and out.
In and out.
The harder he would pound.
I moaned so loud.
He went faster.
Going deeper each time.
Pounding so hard.
I though I would cry.
"You are going to be my queen always" he said, "I won't have anyone else."
"Why not..." I asked him curiously.
"Because the portal is binding your my soul mate my queen." he eyed me smiling warmly, "I've waited for you for so long."
He embraced me in his arms and held me tight.
Then he cuddled me all through the night.
The next morning I sprouted wings.
Now I was a queen and I didn't know what to think.
The Faerie Queen of Dren.
When I was sixteen I was sitting by a river bed.
A faerie circle a few feet ahead.
I eyed the mushrooms curiously.
Then leapt up and crept towards it.
Entering the circle I stood in the center.
I shrugged nothing happened.
It was just a myth.
I tried to walk out but a gust of wind struck me down.
I started shrinking down.
Until I was only three inches tall.
I gasped at what was around me.
Everything had looked so small.
Now it was like hundreds of feet above my head.
I heard a rustle in the leaves.
A fox appeared and bared his teeth.
A faerie man sat on the foxes back.
He jumped off and flew towards me.
Standing in front of me he bowed his head.
"Your majesty" he said, "you are now the queen of the faerie king of Dren"
I backed away in fright, "I'm not going to be hitched off to some guy!"
The faerie warrior grabbed my arm and lifted me up.
Throwing me over his shoulder.
I dangled there as he flew high up in the air.
He landed on a tree and carried me through a door and inside a branch.
He walked down some carefully carved steps,
With strange designs.
I just dropped my head and sighed.
We arrived in the throne room and he dropped me on my ass.
I glared at him as he sped away.
I heard a cough, and the king flew my way.
"You passed through the faerie portal. you cannot go back."
My eyes went wide I hope I would not become his bride.
He had long blond hair, a wild mess, covered with leaves.
He was shirtless and I just about peed.
"By entering the portal you have passed the test, no other will be my queen, come let us Lay with one another, to make this marriage complete."
I walked with him, afraid for my life, it was either this or possibly die.
He kindly took my hand and I fallowed him down a long glowing hallway.
Fungi grew in a line, lighting the steps we walked down.
It was so beautiful and I eyed the king in shock.
He opened the door to his room and I just about gawked.
Closing the door he started to undress.
I wasn't ready for this.
I was still pretty much a kid.
I still thought I had time for relationships later in life.
But here my first love was looking me in the eye.
Apparently I would be his only one. no other bride.
I can't very well just say take a hike. but he looked super fine!
I heaved a sigh and started to undress.
Once we were unclothed.
We stood in front of each other, him and I totally nude.
He pulled me to his bed made out of a yellow rose full in bloom.
He placed me on the bed of flower petals and climbed on top of me.
I felt something enter me.
I literally screamed.
He kissed me, "shhh... your alright. I've never been with another."
He started pounding.
In and out.
In and out.
The harder he would pound.
I moaned so loud.
He went faster.
Going deeper each time.
Pounding so hard.
I though I would cry.
"You are going to be my queen always" he said, "I won't have anyone else."
"Why not..." I asked him curiously.
"Because the portal is binding your my soul mate my queen." he eyed me smiling warmly, "I've waited for you for so long."
He embraced me in his arms and held me tight.
Then he cuddled me all through the night.
The next morning I sprouted wings.
Now I was a queen and I didn't know what to think.
The Faerie Queen of Dren.
"Two Way Mirror"
I sit in front of a mirror.
Staring at myself.
I gaze into me.
The glass fogs up behind the glass.
In a whirling cloud of blue smoke.
A man appears behind the glass.
He looks like a male me.
He sits taller than me.
Gazing at me.
His shortened hair of deep chestnut brown.
A quizzical stare.
I blink and so does he.
I press my hand on glass.
He copies me and sets his hand in front of mine.
A world apart.
A glass barrier tearing us from each other.
I smile.
He smiles back.
The fogs begins again.
The smoke clears.
And all I can see now is my womanly face.
I sit in front of a mirror.
Staring at myself.
I gaze into me.
The glass fogs up behind the glass.
In a whirling cloud of blue smoke.
A man appears behind the glass.
He looks like a male me.
He sits taller than me.
Gazing at me.
His shortened hair of deep chestnut brown.
A quizzical stare.
I blink and so does he.
I press my hand on glass.
He copies me and sets his hand in front of mine.
A world apart.
A glass barrier tearing us from each other.
I smile.
He smiles back.
The fogs begins again.
The smoke clears.
And all I can see now is my womanly face.
"Once Upon A Dream"
I stand there In my room smiling softly
Moonlight shines through the open window
White light glimmers down onto the bed.
Sparkling ray of light.
Our bodies stand naked in the room.
Our sculpted features like two shadows moving in the dark.
My eyes glisten In the warm summer night.
You step towards me and touch my face.
Leaning down you kiss my neck.
Then you kiss my lips a sweet taste like milk and honey.
My heart quickens though it makes me sigh
Thump, thump, thump,
My heart feels so alive and ready to explode out of my chest.
You make me so happy and wanted.
My love for you is so strong.
Your tall muscular arms wrap around my waist.
Your brown hair so out of place.
You start to rock me in a silent music of dance.
Our bodies move side to side.
We let go and I grasp your hand.
Pulling you to the bed.
We climb beneath the covers and my spirit soars.
Your arms wrap around my waist again.
A smile glowing on my face.
You edge closer so that our bodies press against one another.
I feel you go hard.
You lean Your head to my ear and whisper to me your seductive thoughts.
You tell me you love me.
I feel your member pressed against me.
You enter slowly and begin to thrust.
Back and forth
Back and forth
I feel breathless and moan so loud.
You pound harder in an ever beating thrum.
You begin to groan.
Ever faster you go.
We lay there for hours making love.
To me it feels like such a long time.
It feels like eternity with you.
Then we stop and you hold me again caressing my face.
You look down at me and hold my hand.
I feel you breath me in.
So glad we found one another so many years ago.
You pull me even closer and wrap your arms around me tighter.
I feel our hearts connect.
I am content.
With you I'll stay.
Forever in this sweet dream.
I stand there In my room smiling softly
Moonlight shines through the open window
White light glimmers down onto the bed.
Sparkling ray of light.
Our bodies stand naked in the room.
Our sculpted features like two shadows moving in the dark.
My eyes glisten In the warm summer night.
You step towards me and touch my face.
Leaning down you kiss my neck.
Then you kiss my lips a sweet taste like milk and honey.
My heart quickens though it makes me sigh
Thump, thump, thump,
My heart feels so alive and ready to explode out of my chest.
You make me so happy and wanted.
My love for you is so strong.
Your tall muscular arms wrap around my waist.
Your brown hair so out of place.
You start to rock me in a silent music of dance.
Our bodies move side to side.
We let go and I grasp your hand.
Pulling you to the bed.
We climb beneath the covers and my spirit soars.
Your arms wrap around my waist again.
A smile glowing on my face.
You edge closer so that our bodies press against one another.
I feel you go hard.
You lean Your head to my ear and whisper to me your seductive thoughts.
You tell me you love me.
I feel your member pressed against me.
You enter slowly and begin to thrust.
Back and forth
Back and forth
I feel breathless and moan so loud.
You pound harder in an ever beating thrum.
You begin to groan.
Ever faster you go.
We lay there for hours making love.
To me it feels like such a long time.
It feels like eternity with you.
Then we stop and you hold me again caressing my face.
You look down at me and hold my hand.
I feel you breath me in.
So glad we found one another so many years ago.
You pull me even closer and wrap your arms around me tighter.
I feel our hearts connect.
I am content.
With you I'll stay.
Forever in this sweet dream.
"Muse"
My muse sits beside me as i write.
He's tall and muscular.
So buff, chiseled, and strong.
His long black hair tied back.
In a long pony tail.
Hanging down his back.
He leans back shirtless.
And flexes his enormous pecks.
I stare at him for a moment.
Then roll my eyes.
Can't I have some other guy for a muse.
This one is a poetic tease.
He flirts with me.
I stare at him and pout.
"Stop it!" I say.
He sends me a flirtatious grin,
And then winks at me.
I keep typing on my phone.
He scoots closer to me.
His piercing grey eyes.
Giving me a stare.
He distracts me and flexes his arms.
"Look at my muscles, aren't I divine."
I stick out my tongue and turn away.
He grabs my arm.
"Keep writing." He says with care.
He'll always be there.
My muse sits beside me as i write.
He's tall and muscular.
So buff, chiseled, and strong.
His long black hair tied back.
In a long pony tail.
Hanging down his back.
He leans back shirtless.
And flexes his enormous pecks.
I stare at him for a moment.
Then roll my eyes.
Can't I have some other guy for a muse.
This one is a poetic tease.
He flirts with me.
I stare at him and pout.
"Stop it!" I say.
He sends me a flirtatious grin,
And then winks at me.
I keep typing on my phone.
He scoots closer to me.
His piercing grey eyes.
Giving me a stare.
He distracts me and flexes his arms.
"Look at my muscles, aren't I divine."
I stick out my tongue and turn away.
He grabs my arm.
"Keep writing." He says with care.
He'll always be there.
"Incubus"
As I'm sleeping in my room.
I dream of a man with horns that are curled forwards and tilted downwards.
Long brown hair and sculpted features.
He lays their behind me.
A rhythmic pounding.
Arms wrapped around me.
He holds me In a tight embrace.
I hide the color of my face.
The redness of my cheeks behind my hair.
The tainted blush and the morning air.
The rhythm increases.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Harder until a loud sigh.
I moan in pleasure
And...
I hear him groan.
The louder I cry.
The harder he tries.
He puts his face to my neck.
Biting softly.
I scream.
And I wake up to find.
That it was only a dream.
As I'm sleeping in my room.
I dream of a man with horns that are curled forwards and tilted downwards.
Long brown hair and sculpted features.
He lays their behind me.
A rhythmic pounding.
Arms wrapped around me.
He holds me In a tight embrace.
I hide the color of my face.
The redness of my cheeks behind my hair.
The tainted blush and the morning air.
The rhythm increases.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Harder until a loud sigh.
I moan in pleasure
And...
I hear him groan.
The louder I cry.
The harder he tries.
He puts his face to my neck.
Biting softly.
I scream.
And I wake up to find.
That it was only a dream.
"Brownies"
When I'm laying in bed looking at the ceiling.
Blanket covering me to my neck.
I feel a pressure on my ankles.
I peek over my warm covers and see small figures.
They are crawling, sitting, rolling.
One of them is jumping.
Up and down.
Up and down.
I can barely see them.
Their ears so long.
Oddly shaped noses.
I hear them laugh and sing.
"Bash the little footsie. Jump and sing. Who knows what night will bring..."
I can make out small hats on their heads.
They notice my stare.
They turn and glare.
Running and hopping towards me.
They grin wickedly.
One by my face he grabs hold of my nose.
"Gotcha conk!" It jeers.
The rest of them cheer.
And they all run away laughing.
When I'm laying in bed looking at the ceiling.
Blanket covering me to my neck.
I feel a pressure on my ankles.
I peek over my warm covers and see small figures.
They are crawling, sitting, rolling.
One of them is jumping.
Up and down.
Up and down.
I can barely see them.
Their ears so long.
Oddly shaped noses.
I hear them laugh and sing.
"Bash the little footsie. Jump and sing. Who knows what night will bring..."
I can make out small hats on their heads.
They notice my stare.
They turn and glare.
Running and hopping towards me.
They grin wickedly.
One by my face he grabs hold of my nose.
"Gotcha conk!" It jeers.
The rest of them cheer.
And they all run away laughing.
"Devas"
Red wood trees have followed me.
Since I was a child.
Once when I was little I visited them.
It was during my uncles wedding.
I swung on a large long swing.
The trees went way up.
The ropes reached a tall branch.
Sunlight glimmered through the needles in the trees.
A golden light shimmered.
Ferns all around.
Swinging high.
I aimed.
Then jumped.
In mid air I felt arms wrap around me.
And I hovered in the air.
The Deva king over eleven feet tall.
Made of bark and vines.
His ancient wooden hands grasped me tight.
Many feet wide.
Tall, thin, and chiseled.
An ancient beauty.
He was such a cutie.
But I was four.
So I wouldn't go there.
He set me down.
I looked up at him grinning and hugged his long leg.
He patted my head.
Racing towards my parents
I rejoined the celebration.
If I only knew the spirits of the trees would follow me too.
Red wood trees have followed me.
Since I was a child.
Once when I was little I visited them.
It was during my uncles wedding.
I swung on a large long swing.
The trees went way up.
The ropes reached a tall branch.
Sunlight glimmered through the needles in the trees.
A golden light shimmered.
Ferns all around.
Swinging high.
I aimed.
Then jumped.
In mid air I felt arms wrap around me.
And I hovered in the air.
The Deva king over eleven feet tall.
Made of bark and vines.
His ancient wooden hands grasped me tight.
Many feet wide.
Tall, thin, and chiseled.
An ancient beauty.
He was such a cutie.
But I was four.
So I wouldn't go there.
He set me down.
I looked up at him grinning and hugged his long leg.
He patted my head.
Racing towards my parents
I rejoined the celebration.
If I only knew the spirits of the trees would follow me too.
"Djinn"
A male made of fire and smoke,
Burning pale blue in the darkness of my room.
He stands by the window.
Watching me with unblinking orange eyes.
I sit in my bean bag chair.
We stare.
Me looking at him.
Him looking at me.
A starring contest.
Who will win.
He's my guardian Djinn.
He flips his long jinni pony tail.
I blink and he tilts his head.
I sigh dramatically in tiredness.
Moonlight shines through the window.
My guardian friend smirks.
Then crosses his arms.
I pout and squint.
My squint of doom
Daring him to laugh.
He breaks into a cheeky grin.
I can't let him win.
My guardian djinn.
A male made of fire and smoke,
Burning pale blue in the darkness of my room.
He stands by the window.
Watching me with unblinking orange eyes.
I sit in my bean bag chair.
We stare.
Me looking at him.
Him looking at me.
A starring contest.
Who will win.
He's my guardian Djinn.
He flips his long jinni pony tail.
I blink and he tilts his head.
I sigh dramatically in tiredness.
Moonlight shines through the window.
My guardian friend smirks.
Then crosses his arms.
I pout and squint.
My squint of doom
Daring him to laugh.
He breaks into a cheeky grin.
I can't let him win.
My guardian djinn.
"Dark Angel Watching"
I walk into a mystic bookstore,
Where pendulums move spinning
At my energy's vibrating thrum.
A beam of light shines through the window.
I walk into a mystic bookstore,
Where pendulums move spinning
At my energy's vibrating thrum.
A beam of light shines through the window.
Sunset approaches.
Tick tock... Tick tock...
The door chimes.
My friend walks into the room.
Her orange hair cascading down her back.
She turns and runs from the shop.
I realize why she left.
A stirring invisible presence.
Whom lingers beside me in anger.
Very rageful this energy is...
I begin to shake.
My breath quakes.
I tremble at the suffocating air.
A piercing glare.
I turn.
But see no one there.
My heart pounds heavily.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.
I keep walking around searching.
For a scented oil of myrrh.
My favorite scent in which I bath in and burn around the house.
I tremble.
I feel him glare.
Ever harder I sense.
I feel scared under his fiery gaze.
His anger shakes.
I suspect if he was a balloon he'd pop!
My search has ended.
I grab an oil from the shelf.
My vision partially blinds.
Darkened energy all around.
Stepping to the checkout counter.
I reach for my wallet.
Pull out five dollars in cash.
I can barely lift my hand.
As if I'm having a seizure.
It shakes like an instrument.
The woman reaches for my money.
I have now paid.
She bags thus oil in a small paper bag.
I turn and hurry from the shop.
With the fallen angel glaring as I stride.
My long legs stretching long.
I open the door.
I turn. And look back.
My long chestnut hair falls in my face.
I feel him glare as if demanding I leave.
I turn and go.
The door closes shut.
I sigh in relief.
Tick tock... Tick tock...
The door chimes.
My friend walks into the room.
Her orange hair cascading down her back.
She turns and runs from the shop.
I realize why she left.
A stirring invisible presence.
Whom lingers beside me in anger.
Very rageful this energy is...
I begin to shake.
My breath quakes.
I tremble at the suffocating air.
A piercing glare.
I turn.
But see no one there.
My heart pounds heavily.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.
I keep walking around searching.
For a scented oil of myrrh.
My favorite scent in which I bath in and burn around the house.
I tremble.
I feel him glare.
Ever harder I sense.
I feel scared under his fiery gaze.
His anger shakes.
I suspect if he was a balloon he'd pop!
My search has ended.
I grab an oil from the shelf.
My vision partially blinds.
Darkened energy all around.
Stepping to the checkout counter.
I reach for my wallet.
Pull out five dollars in cash.
I can barely lift my hand.
As if I'm having a seizure.
It shakes like an instrument.
The woman reaches for my money.
I have now paid.
She bags thus oil in a small paper bag.
I turn and hurry from the shop.
With the fallen angel glaring as I stride.
My long legs stretching long.
I open the door.
I turn. And look back.
My long chestnut hair falls in my face.
I feel him glare as if demanding I leave.
I turn and go.
The door closes shut.
I sigh in relief.
"Kissing In The Sunset"
Looking in the horizon with you
A sky of purple, orange and blue.
Looking at you I sigh.
The colors meld together.
A bright golden light.
Holding me tight.
Arms wrapped around me.
Your gaze lingers on my eyes.
My eyes they glow merrily.
Staring up at you.
You beautiful person you.
You bend down and our lips touch.
Kissing in the sunset.
I tackle you to the ground.
We roll in the grass.
The crickets chirp though I hope I didn't kill one.
The fireflies begin to fly, glowing so bright.
Making out in the grass.
You feel my ass.
I touch you abs.
Your fingers combing my hair.
We stop when the sun sets.
I gaze at the stars.
You touch my heart.
Nothing can pull us apart.
Looking in the horizon with you
A sky of purple, orange and blue.
Looking at you I sigh.
The colors meld together.
A bright golden light.
Holding me tight.
Arms wrapped around me.
Your gaze lingers on my eyes.
My eyes they glow merrily.
Staring up at you.
You beautiful person you.
You bend down and our lips touch.
Kissing in the sunset.
I tackle you to the ground.
We roll in the grass.
The crickets chirp though I hope I didn't kill one.
The fireflies begin to fly, glowing so bright.
Making out in the grass.
You feel my ass.
I touch you abs.
Your fingers combing my hair.
We stop when the sun sets.
I gaze at the stars.
You touch my heart.
Nothing can pull us apart.
"Breathe Just Breathe"
A lump in my throat and my shaking breath.
Breathe just breathe.
Take my hand.
Breathe just breathe.
Love please stay.
Breathe just breathe.
I sit here hiding beneath my hands. I swallow my tears.
Breathe just breathe
Is it hide and seek?
Breathe just breathe.
I look down at my feet.
Breathe just breathe.
Overwhelming heart beat.
Breathe just breathe.
Two seconds per heart beat.
Breathe just breathe
I faint and pass out.
Breathe please breathe!
A lump in my throat and my shaking breath.
Breathe just breathe.
Take my hand.
Breathe just breathe.
Love please stay.
Breathe just breathe.
I sit here hiding beneath my hands. I swallow my tears.
Breathe just breathe
Is it hide and seek?
Breathe just breathe.
I look down at my feet.
Breathe just breathe.
Overwhelming heart beat.
Breathe just breathe.
Two seconds per heart beat.
Breathe just breathe
I faint and pass out.
Breathe please breathe!
"Love Triangle"
Clockwork like a marionette doll.
A puppet following the hand.
Strings pulling the loppy figurine.
A sad sigh, I drop my head.
Two men fighting and yanking hard.
Trying to pull me towards them until I fall apart.
Stress like little bubbles popping in the tub.
Every explosion like a tick-tock chime.
Time passes as I begin to cry.
As they battle to take me away.
Not with both.
For me to choose who stays.
I tumble down the well of forgotten me.
I try and scream and my heart starts to bleed.
My love for them is so open and pure.
My feelings are true.
I love two men that I'm sure.
Taking me by each hand they try and pull me away.
Side to side I go, until I begin to suffocate.
My tears well up and I begin sob.
These two god! please let them knock it off.
I love them both so deeply dear.
I've come to fear that the clouds outside may darken even more.
The earth quakes and lightning strikes the floor.
Love triangles are not for the faint of heart.
Though I feel that I can take no more.
Step back men.
Step away.
Give me space, that's all I can say.
Yes I'm in love with them both.
Don't they know that I can't bear for either of them to go.
I fell in love with them both.
I'm not leading them on.
They found me and tussled around.
Wrestling each other like cave men.
Butting horns like two golden rams.
I'm overwhelmed by their mating battle.
It's saddens me that it needs to end.
I'll choose Friday with the help of a friend.
Clockwork like a marionette doll.
A puppet following the hand.
Strings pulling the loppy figurine.
A sad sigh, I drop my head.
Two men fighting and yanking hard.
Trying to pull me towards them until I fall apart.
Stress like little bubbles popping in the tub.
Every explosion like a tick-tock chime.
Time passes as I begin to cry.
As they battle to take me away.
Not with both.
For me to choose who stays.
I tumble down the well of forgotten me.
I try and scream and my heart starts to bleed.
My love for them is so open and pure.
My feelings are true.
I love two men that I'm sure.
Taking me by each hand they try and pull me away.
Side to side I go, until I begin to suffocate.
My tears well up and I begin sob.
These two god! please let them knock it off.
I love them both so deeply dear.
I've come to fear that the clouds outside may darken even more.
The earth quakes and lightning strikes the floor.
Love triangles are not for the faint of heart.
Though I feel that I can take no more.
Step back men.
Step away.
Give me space, that's all I can say.
Yes I'm in love with them both.
Don't they know that I can't bear for either of them to go.
I fell in love with them both.
I'm not leading them on.
They found me and tussled around.
Wrestling each other like cave men.
Butting horns like two golden rams.
I'm overwhelmed by their mating battle.
It's saddens me that it needs to end.
I'll choose Friday with the help of a friend.
"Sexy Mary Poppins Gnomes"
Gnomes fell from the sky.
Falling down holding umbrellas to the sky.
Millions of Mary Poppins smurfs.
I saw one twerk.
I covered my eyes.
Ah! I'm blind.
Gnomes fell from the sky.
Falling down holding umbrellas to the sky.
Millions of Mary Poppins smurfs.
I saw one twerk.
I covered my eyes.
Ah! I'm blind.
"Gnome Stole My Toast"
A Gnome stole my toast this morning.
He snatched it and ran.
He hid behind the garbage can.
And stuffed his face full of bread.
Butter oozed from his mouth.
He became fat.
Then fell over onto his back.
I kicked him lightly with my foot.
He began to roll away.
Down the hall.
Into the living room.
And slid under the couch.
I forgot where he was till the next day.
(Sighs) gnomes are so sexy!
A Gnome stole my toast this morning.
He snatched it and ran.
He hid behind the garbage can.
And stuffed his face full of bread.
Butter oozed from his mouth.
He became fat.
Then fell over onto his back.
I kicked him lightly with my foot.
He began to roll away.
Down the hall.
Into the living room.
And slid under the couch.
I forgot where he was till the next day.
(Sighs) gnomes are so sexy!
"Clap! Oh Sexy Gnome"
I danced around a bonfire
I gnome danced beside me
We put our arms above our heads
And clapped three times.
We turned, spun around
Put our hands up in the air
And clapped three times
Arms went down
We spun around
We circled each other like feral cats
Protecting our turf
He yowls at me
Hissing madly
Meow!!!! The sexy gnome cries
I trip over a twig and die
Only half alive
I awaken
My eyes open wide
I jump to my feet
He eyes me hungrily
We circle each other
Arms go up in the air
We clap three times
The gnome leaps into my arms
And happily he snuggles into my chest
Forever glued there
I try to pull him off
But he cuddles me even more
And he starts to snore
Only him I adore!
I danced around a bonfire
I gnome danced beside me
We put our arms above our heads
And clapped three times.
We turned, spun around
Put our hands up in the air
And clapped three times
Arms went down
We spun around
We circled each other like feral cats
Protecting our turf
He yowls at me
Hissing madly
Meow!!!! The sexy gnome cries
I trip over a twig and die
Only half alive
I awaken
My eyes open wide
I jump to my feet
He eyes me hungrily
We circle each other
Arms go up in the air
We clap three times
The gnome leaps into my arms
And happily he snuggles into my chest
Forever glued there
I try to pull him off
But he cuddles me even more
And he starts to snore
Only him I adore!
"Thousands Of Little Gimli's"
A sexy gnome sits on my lap.
And reads a book.
I peek over to take a look.
He's reading about middle earth.
Oh how I yearn to let him know, that I adore him even though he's so short.
I stand tall like a queen.
He barely reaches above my ankles and feet.
I gaze at him with a knowing look.
He frowns at me and returns to his book.
With each turning page I heave a sigh.
Love is blowing in my eyes.
My eyes glisten and I cry.
He is super fine.
He turns and glares at me in disgust.
I beam at him at him and i start to blush.
If I were to describe what we are.
I am like an elf and he is like a dwarf.
He is like thousands of little Gimili's and I am like his lady Galadriel.
He tosses his book away with a smirk on his face.
He proceeds to hug my leg and begins to hump away.
I pat his head affectionately.
He bites my hand.
I jump away in shock.
He proceeds to flip me off.
A sexy gnome sits on my lap.
And reads a book.
I peek over to take a look.
He's reading about middle earth.
Oh how I yearn to let him know, that I adore him even though he's so short.
I stand tall like a queen.
He barely reaches above my ankles and feet.
I gaze at him with a knowing look.
He frowns at me and returns to his book.
With each turning page I heave a sigh.
Love is blowing in my eyes.
My eyes glisten and I cry.
He is super fine.
He turns and glares at me in disgust.
I beam at him at him and i start to blush.
If I were to describe what we are.
I am like an elf and he is like a dwarf.
He is like thousands of little Gimili's and I am like his lady Galadriel.
He tosses his book away with a smirk on his face.
He proceeds to hug my leg and begins to hump away.
I pat his head affectionately.
He bites my hand.
I jump away in shock.
He proceeds to flip me off.
"Gnomes & Sexy Back Massage"
Sexy Gnome decided to give me a back massage.
He put his tiny rough hands on my back.
He started to caress me.
I moaned happily.
Rubbing my shoulders.
He started to go lower.
Lower and lower.
I felt something hard.
It poked my spine.
Little pickle aren't you divine.
His penis touched thy heart of mine.
Grinding on me.
I was in shock.
My eyes started to pop.
They deflated with air.
My eye lids started to sag.
I whimpered a bit scared.
He pulled at my underwear.
I felt him stare.
My panties were bigger than him.
I'm a thin five foot six.
But he's the size of a little action figure.
My own G.I. Joe smurf.
He struggled with my clothes.
He couldn't get them off.
"Get erf you!" He sounded mad.
I grabbed him in my hands.
And tossed him away.
He flew into the wall.
Sliding down sideways.
Sexy Gnome decided to give me a back massage.
He put his tiny rough hands on my back.
He started to caress me.
I moaned happily.
Rubbing my shoulders.
He started to go lower.
Lower and lower.
I felt something hard.
It poked my spine.
Little pickle aren't you divine.
His penis touched thy heart of mine.
Grinding on me.
I was in shock.
My eyes started to pop.
They deflated with air.
My eye lids started to sag.
I whimpered a bit scared.
He pulled at my underwear.
I felt him stare.
My panties were bigger than him.
I'm a thin five foot six.
But he's the size of a little action figure.
My own G.I. Joe smurf.
He struggled with my clothes.
He couldn't get them off.
"Get erf you!" He sounded mad.
I grabbed him in my hands.
And tossed him away.
He flew into the wall.
Sliding down sideways.
"Sexy Gnome Dancing"
In middle of the night I walk down the stairs.
To grab a midnight snack.
Tiptoeing into the kitchen, I hear music playing on top the kitchen rack.
I spotted to two figures in each others arms.
They were waltzing to music and I was quite alarmed.
I started to cry.
My sexy gnome had found a girlfriend and she was his size.
Tears flew out of my eyes and I rushed away.
I fled up the stairs and flung open my door.
I tripped over sponge-bob and tumbled onto the floor.
I passed out from exhaustion and the lover gnomes pranced into my room.
They climbed on top of me and started to dance.
They waltzed across my back.
Until I turned over and they became flat.
In middle of the night I walk down the stairs.
To grab a midnight snack.
Tiptoeing into the kitchen, I hear music playing on top the kitchen rack.
I spotted to two figures in each others arms.
They were waltzing to music and I was quite alarmed.
I started to cry.
My sexy gnome had found a girlfriend and she was his size.
Tears flew out of my eyes and I rushed away.
I fled up the stairs and flung open my door.
I tripped over sponge-bob and tumbled onto the floor.
I passed out from exhaustion and the lover gnomes pranced into my room.
They climbed on top of me and started to dance.
They waltzed across my back.
Until I turned over and they became flat.
"Sexy Gnome Chases Me"
I ran through the hallway in my nightdress.
A male Gnome chases after me.
I run down the stairs.
I scream.
The Gnome hot on my feet.
He chases me.
I run around the living room.
He bounces after me.
He's playfully grinning.
I run back up the stairs.
The sexy Gnome follows me.
I hurry to my bedroom.
And hide beneath my sheets.
I hear his laughter outside my door.
He crawls out the air vent.
Climbing down a rope.
And summersaulting onto the floor.
He climbs up my bed.
I notice I'm laying on my side.
I am in a fetal position.
Scared out of my mind.
I hear his laughter.
He crawls behind me.
Giggling with glee.
"Oh lookie" he says.
As he smacks my rear.
I scream in fear.
He pierces my ass.
Thrusting into me.
Fucking me like a butt hungry rabbit.
A very horny Gnome.
What did I smoke.
He kept pounding into me.
His tiny thing had no affect on me.
Pumping in and out.
Harder each time.
I started to cry.
I had tears in my eyes.
I jumped out of bed.
And threw open my door.
I made my way across the floor.
Running swiftly.
He wanted more.
"Come back!" He cried.
I wanted to hide.
And for him to not find me.
I scurried down the steps.
And stumbled off my feet.
I fell onto my nose.
"Owie" I moaned in pain.
I felt him sitting on my ass.
The Gnome crawled around.
Inserting himself.
He started to pound.
Until I passed out.
I was tired as hell.
Gnomes really tire me out.
Even if they are sexy as hell.
"You are mine!" He growled.
I ran through the hallway in my nightdress.
A male Gnome chases after me.
I run down the stairs.
I scream.
The Gnome hot on my feet.
He chases me.
I run around the living room.
He bounces after me.
He's playfully grinning.
I run back up the stairs.
The sexy Gnome follows me.
I hurry to my bedroom.
And hide beneath my sheets.
I hear his laughter outside my door.
He crawls out the air vent.
Climbing down a rope.
And summersaulting onto the floor.
He climbs up my bed.
I notice I'm laying on my side.
I am in a fetal position.
Scared out of my mind.
I hear his laughter.
He crawls behind me.
Giggling with glee.
"Oh lookie" he says.
As he smacks my rear.
I scream in fear.
He pierces my ass.
Thrusting into me.
Fucking me like a butt hungry rabbit.
A very horny Gnome.
What did I smoke.
He kept pounding into me.
His tiny thing had no affect on me.
Pumping in and out.
Harder each time.
I started to cry.
I had tears in my eyes.
I jumped out of bed.
And threw open my door.
I made my way across the floor.
Running swiftly.
He wanted more.
"Come back!" He cried.
I wanted to hide.
And for him to not find me.
I scurried down the steps.
And stumbled off my feet.
I fell onto my nose.
"Owie" I moaned in pain.
I felt him sitting on my ass.
The Gnome crawled around.
Inserting himself.
He started to pound.
Until I passed out.
I was tired as hell.
Gnomes really tire me out.
Even if they are sexy as hell.
"You are mine!" He growled.
"Gnomes & Fergalicious"
Throughout the night I drink.
A cappuccino through out midnight.
My sexy Gnome friends dance around.
Shaking their ass through the music.
'Fergalicious' by Fergie on loop.
My eyes fall out in shock.
They roll away.
A Gnome chases them in a toga outfit.
Then pulls out a miniature golf club.
I cry out for him to stop!
But he strikes my eyes.
And they fly.
They suck back into my sockets.
Gnomes fill my pockets.
Gnomes are sexy.
They crowd my house.
They dance and play.
Curious gnomes.
My home disarray.
Messy gnomes.
Garbage unravels.
They shake their butts to 'Fergalicious'.
I close my eyes it distaste.
Gnomes of my imagination.
They make a sexy face.
Throughout the night I drink.
A cappuccino through out midnight.
My sexy Gnome friends dance around.
Shaking their ass through the music.
'Fergalicious' by Fergie on loop.
My eyes fall out in shock.
They roll away.
A Gnome chases them in a toga outfit.
Then pulls out a miniature golf club.
I cry out for him to stop!
But he strikes my eyes.
And they fly.
They suck back into my sockets.
Gnomes fill my pockets.
Gnomes are sexy.
They crowd my house.
They dance and play.
Curious gnomes.
My home disarray.
Messy gnomes.
Garbage unravels.
They shake their butts to 'Fergalicious'.
I close my eyes it distaste.
Gnomes of my imagination.
They make a sexy face.
"Mr. Potato Head Is A Sexy Beast"
I'm in love with a spud.
No longer a gnome.
Mr. Potato head is my new obsession.
He's totally hot!
He's sits in my recliner staring at me.
Eyes unblinking.
My eyes go soft and glittery.
I start to blush.
Then this potato man winks at me.
I drop my mouth in shock.
I stand up.
And Mr. Potato head walks off.
I stand there frozen in fear.
Until I feel something or someone
Crawling up my back.
I look towards my shoulder.
This spud is headed towards my rack.
I quickly pick him up and toss him away.
He sinks into the garbage can.
And there he stays.
I go to bed and close my eyes.
I wake up to Mr. Potato head,
Fucking my eye.
I start to cry.
I swat at him in fear.
He comes near.
And I brake into tears.
God! This stud knows what I like.
He's super fine!
Gnomes can take a hike.
This spud is mine!
I'm in love with a spud.
No longer a gnome.
Mr. Potato head is my new obsession.
He's totally hot!
He's sits in my recliner staring at me.
Eyes unblinking.
My eyes go soft and glittery.
I start to blush.
Then this potato man winks at me.
I drop my mouth in shock.
I stand up.
And Mr. Potato head walks off.
I stand there frozen in fear.
Until I feel something or someone
Crawling up my back.
I look towards my shoulder.
This spud is headed towards my rack.
I quickly pick him up and toss him away.
He sinks into the garbage can.
And there he stays.
I go to bed and close my eyes.
I wake up to Mr. Potato head,
Fucking my eye.
I start to cry.
I swat at him in fear.
He comes near.
And I brake into tears.
God! This stud knows what I like.
He's super fine!
Gnomes can take a hike.
This spud is mine!
"Mr. Potato Head Bites My Nose"
Mr. Potato head sat in my grocery cart as I drove around.
He stared at me grinning wide.
Winking he spoke in fluent elvish.
I am like his Arwen.
And He is my strider.
We hold hands on the cart of love.
I pulled him from the shopping wagon.
And spun him around in my arms.
I turn spinning fast in circles and then i let go.
He soars through the store.
Flying past the vegetables.
He screams in rage.
I give him a grin and wave.
He gives the finger and I roll my eyes.
I take the cart and wheel away.
He sprints after me and jumps onto my face.
His arms latching on to the sides of my mad blushing cheeks.
He opens his mouth and bites my nose.
I yell at him in fluent American.
He proceeds to shove his little plastic hands up my nose.
Up to my brain his fingers go.
I go into shock and fall down still as a rock.
Mr. Potato head sat in my grocery cart as I drove around.
He stared at me grinning wide.
Winking he spoke in fluent elvish.
I am like his Arwen.
And He is my strider.
We hold hands on the cart of love.
I pulled him from the shopping wagon.
And spun him around in my arms.
I turn spinning fast in circles and then i let go.
He soars through the store.
Flying past the vegetables.
He screams in rage.
I give him a grin and wave.
He gives the finger and I roll my eyes.
I take the cart and wheel away.
He sprints after me and jumps onto my face.
His arms latching on to the sides of my mad blushing cheeks.
He opens his mouth and bites my nose.
I yell at him in fluent American.
He proceeds to shove his little plastic hands up my nose.
Up to my brain his fingers go.
I go into shock and fall down still as a rock.
"Bubble Bath"
I sit in the tub in the bath of bubbliness.
Pink bubbles all around.
The lights go out!
What? huh? I'm naked in the Dark!
The lights turn on and the door swings open wide.
There you stand wearing a chicken suit.
And I giggle like mad.
You leap into the air "bonsai!" you shout.
You aim for the tub and fall in.
Splash!
You reach for me and open your arms wide.
"Hug me now!" you say.
I look at him, point at him, "take off that chicken suit then."
Pop!
Whoosh!
The chicken suit flies off, landing on the floor.
He stands butt naked in the tub.
And then my lover grabs hold of me
He hugs me
Kisses me like a dork. "mwa!"
Then gives me a soapy mustache.
We wash each other in the bubbles of love.
He swims around like a goldfish.
Then turns into a fish.
I grab him with a trash bag.
Toss him into the golden throne
Then flush him down.
Bye, bye lover...
"I'm sorry I couldn't be with a fish."
He pops back up, "how bout' a goodbye kiss."
"Only if your not a fish!"
He climbs out of the dirty thing.
Spinning around he transforms.
My lover is back safe and sound.
No more clowning around.
I tackle him down.
And we make love in the bubble bath of love.
Bubbles fly all around.
Only you and I around.
"I farted." you stop and say, "can we still make love."
I hold my nose, "heck no."
he pouts.
"I'm getting out of this tub." I climb out and walk out of the bathroom.
"Ta! ta! my love." you shout happily, "now just me and the tub, let's make love."
I hear the floor start to shake.
I hear a males voice talk back. "I'm done being your tub,
"Get away from me!" the voice shrieks, "stop chasing me!"
The door opens wide and our bath tub wobbles out of the bathroom.
My boyfriend leaps after it, "come back we haven't done it yet!"
My tub turns to me in disgust, "you can keep this clown, I'm not sticking around."
And with that our bathtub walks out the sliding glass door and into the sunset.
He stands out on the street, a car hits him and he shatters into itty bitty bits and pieces.
You turn to me and say grinning, "let's make love."
I march away, "no! I need to buy another tub."
My lover wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, "anything for you my love."
I turn around smiling slyly grabbing hold of my boyfriends shirt and say, "forget the tub Lets make love, my sexy chicken suit man."
He frowns "but I'm not wearing it."
"Then go put it on." I say laughing loudly.
You wink at me, "yes mam." You say hurrying away.
I sit in the tub in the bath of bubbliness.
Pink bubbles all around.
The lights go out!
What? huh? I'm naked in the Dark!
The lights turn on and the door swings open wide.
There you stand wearing a chicken suit.
And I giggle like mad.
You leap into the air "bonsai!" you shout.
You aim for the tub and fall in.
Splash!
You reach for me and open your arms wide.
"Hug me now!" you say.
I look at him, point at him, "take off that chicken suit then."
Pop!
Whoosh!
The chicken suit flies off, landing on the floor.
He stands butt naked in the tub.
And then my lover grabs hold of me
He hugs me
Kisses me like a dork. "mwa!"
Then gives me a soapy mustache.
We wash each other in the bubbles of love.
He swims around like a goldfish.
Then turns into a fish.
I grab him with a trash bag.
Toss him into the golden throne
Then flush him down.
Bye, bye lover...
"I'm sorry I couldn't be with a fish."
He pops back up, "how bout' a goodbye kiss."
"Only if your not a fish!"
He climbs out of the dirty thing.
Spinning around he transforms.
My lover is back safe and sound.
No more clowning around.
I tackle him down.
And we make love in the bubble bath of love.
Bubbles fly all around.
Only you and I around.
"I farted." you stop and say, "can we still make love."
I hold my nose, "heck no."
he pouts.
"I'm getting out of this tub." I climb out and walk out of the bathroom.
"Ta! ta! my love." you shout happily, "now just me and the tub, let's make love."
I hear the floor start to shake.
I hear a males voice talk back. "I'm done being your tub,
"Get away from me!" the voice shrieks, "stop chasing me!"
The door opens wide and our bath tub wobbles out of the bathroom.
My boyfriend leaps after it, "come back we haven't done it yet!"
My tub turns to me in disgust, "you can keep this clown, I'm not sticking around."
And with that our bathtub walks out the sliding glass door and into the sunset.
He stands out on the street, a car hits him and he shatters into itty bitty bits and pieces.
You turn to me and say grinning, "let's make love."
I march away, "no! I need to buy another tub."
My lover wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, "anything for you my love."
I turn around smiling slyly grabbing hold of my boyfriends shirt and say, "forget the tub Lets make love, my sexy chicken suit man."
He frowns "but I'm not wearing it."
"Then go put it on." I say laughing loudly.
You wink at me, "yes mam." You say hurrying away.
"My Butt Is A Stalker"
The sun, the grass, the leaves, my ass.
I'm cheeky and my butt moons you.
I salute you with my bosom, the moon.
It's called the moon because its huge.
I squish you with my butt of doom.
It kills you. Oh god! I love the moon.
I will see you soon after it kills you.
I'll commit butticide.
Suicide for my butt.
Then it will join you in the heavens,
And follow you and squish you there too.
My butt is on the move.
It is after you.
"Unicorn"
A unicorn is not just a virgin, nor is a virgin the only one who's pure.
A unicorn is kindness to someone when you walk out your front door.
Letting someone know you care, without expecting anything in return.
A unicorn is gracious and forgiving.
They are unconditionally loving, and not just some fuck buddy.
You can have a dirty mouth and still be one.
It's about your heart and who you really are.
If you are determined to be kind no matter what that's fine.
Though for a unicorn it is just who you are, only without force.
You can be a unicorn even though you make love.
A woman or man is not a slut because they fuck.
A Unicorn loves someone for who they are.
They do not judge you or anyone else and they love you no matter what.
Let them love how they want.
It's not for you to decide they're character.
People are more than they seem.
Shaming them for being sexually unclean.
Now that's silly don't you think.
They are not unclean, so therefore religion is wrong.
Unicorns are not just virgins.
Why do you think they're are more than one.
I see paintings and art of unicorns.
They appear in all different shapes, sizes, and colors.
Let's not judge someone for the choices they make.
They are a unicorn whether or not you even admit it to their face.
To discriminate them, is to only hate.
To hate is to fear about the unknown.
Let the unknown be, you don't need to know it all.
Relax and let that unicorn be how he or she wants to be.
A unicorn is not just a virgin, nor is a virgin the only one who's pure.
A unicorn is kindness to someone when you walk out your front door.
Letting someone know you care, without expecting anything in return.
A unicorn is gracious and forgiving.
They are unconditionally loving, and not just some fuck buddy.
You can have a dirty mouth and still be one.
It's about your heart and who you really are.
If you are determined to be kind no matter what that's fine.
Though for a unicorn it is just who you are, only without force.
You can be a unicorn even though you make love.
A woman or man is not a slut because they fuck.
A Unicorn loves someone for who they are.
They do not judge you or anyone else and they love you no matter what.
Let them love how they want.
It's not for you to decide they're character.
People are more than they seem.
Shaming them for being sexually unclean.
Now that's silly don't you think.
They are not unclean, so therefore religion is wrong.
Unicorns are not just virgins.
Why do you think they're are more than one.
I see paintings and art of unicorns.
They appear in all different shapes, sizes, and colors.
Let's not judge someone for the choices they make.
They are a unicorn whether or not you even admit it to their face.
To discriminate them, is to only hate.
To hate is to fear about the unknown.
Let the unknown be, you don't need to know it all.
Relax and let that unicorn be how he or she wants to be.
"Hello! Hello?"
I walk down the street and see faces of many etched in paranoia.
Walking along the path I greet and wave, "hello good morning!" I say.
As I walk past them on my way, they stare at me in disbelief.
How dare you say hello! They're faces say.
It was only a way to greet the sun and the people this fine morning.
America has changed so much and It's more paranoid then before.
The Day's of greeting one face to face is long gone.
The way I was raised was to greet someone out of genuine kindness.
Is now considered creepy?
But I guess it's weird now to speak to someone face to face.
My country isn't warm an welcoming very often.
They glare and flee, thus they are so focused on the rabbit hole.
The internet of Wonderland and material wealth.
They hide behind social media.
While gossiping away without talking to someone face to face.
They sit and hide behind a screen.
I truly believe this is cowardice.
Most Internet Socialite's rage war on the unseen.
How do you know it's really them?
You don't not really.
Was It really so long ago people were witty.
Without real contact now, they're pick up lines are just silly.
Why are people afraid to say hello to people on the street.
It seems a kindhearted thing to me.
Hello America!
Even though you won't say hello to me back.
I miss the old U.S. because now the conversations just lack.
Written words can only go so far.
Without face to face interaction, I become very bored.
Hello? How Are you? Good Morning! Nice to meet you too!
That's not creepy. It is a way of greeting.
Is my country lacking the ability to speak.
I just wanted to get to know you, as the real me.
That's why I walked up to you to say hello.
Not to get inside your pants.
Not everyone does that.
Sometime if you think about it, people can be nice.
Walking along the path I greet and wave, "hello good morning!" I say.
As I walk past them on my way, they stare at me in disbelief.
How dare you say hello! They're faces say.
It was only a way to greet the sun and the people this fine morning.
America has changed so much and It's more paranoid then before.
The Day's of greeting one face to face is long gone.
The way I was raised was to greet someone out of genuine kindness.
Is now considered creepy?
But I guess it's weird now to speak to someone face to face.
My country isn't warm an welcoming very often.
They glare and flee, thus they are so focused on the rabbit hole.
The internet of Wonderland and material wealth.
They hide behind social media.
While gossiping away without talking to someone face to face.
They sit and hide behind a screen.
I truly believe this is cowardice.
Most Internet Socialite's rage war on the unseen.
How do you know it's really them?
You don't not really.
Was It really so long ago people were witty.
Without real contact now, they're pick up lines are just silly.
Why are people afraid to say hello to people on the street.
It seems a kindhearted thing to me.
Hello America!
Even though you won't say hello to me back.
I miss the old U.S. because now the conversations just lack.
Written words can only go so far.
Without face to face interaction, I become very bored.
Hello? How Are you? Good Morning! Nice to meet you too!
That's not creepy. It is a way of greeting.
Is my country lacking the ability to speak.
I just wanted to get to know you, as the real me.
That's why I walked up to you to say hello.
Not to get inside your pants.
Not everyone does that.
Sometime if you think about it, people can be nice.
"Twin Flame"
I left my house one day and took a forty minute drive.
To a town named after a giant rock, 'Boulder' was it's name.
When I arrived there I walked up some steps and headed inside.
I sat down on a small couch and blinked my eyes.
The Clairvoyant spoke to me and I said "hi."
I asked her a question that I been yearning to know.
I asked her if my twin flame was around me in spirit.
she responded with a glance and smiled saying yes.
She closed her eyes, then opened them.
She told me that I had been told a name already.
The name I had been told was Herman.
I had no clue who that even was.
Herman. who's Herman?
She told me he calls himself Aaradon now.
I Twitched my eye, interesting.
Left eye twitch, twitch again.
I asked her if I am clairaudient.
Frankly I thought I had lost it.
Hearing voices in ones head scared me out of my mind.
But she reassured me I was not crazy.
Telling me I have a psychic gift.
I'm in awe, I'm really not hearing made up thoughts.
That is good to know, I guess you could say.
I went home and sat on my couch, leaning against it sideways.
I positioned myself again and sat up straight.
Crossing my legs and getting online, I looked up this Herman guy.
The first one I find, is a guy who I thought was me.
I blinked and saw that it was a he and not a she.
"Herman Wildenvey?" I read asking aloud.
Was this who she meant. It certainly felt so.
I looked around my room and breathed.
"What the heck is a Wildenvey?!" I wheezed loudly.
I was in a fit of giggle's and couldn't keep a straight face.
My twin flame was a Poet? Interesting...
I know it.
And what the heck is Norway?
To a town named after a giant rock, 'Boulder' was it's name.
When I arrived there I walked up some steps and headed inside.
I sat down on a small couch and blinked my eyes.
The Clairvoyant spoke to me and I said "hi."
I asked her a question that I been yearning to know.
I asked her if my twin flame was around me in spirit.
she responded with a glance and smiled saying yes.
She closed her eyes, then opened them.
She told me that I had been told a name already.
The name I had been told was Herman.
I had no clue who that even was.
Herman. who's Herman?
She told me he calls himself Aaradon now.
I Twitched my eye, interesting.
Left eye twitch, twitch again.
I asked her if I am clairaudient.
Frankly I thought I had lost it.
Hearing voices in ones head scared me out of my mind.
But she reassured me I was not crazy.
Telling me I have a psychic gift.
I'm in awe, I'm really not hearing made up thoughts.
That is good to know, I guess you could say.
I went home and sat on my couch, leaning against it sideways.
I positioned myself again and sat up straight.
Crossing my legs and getting online, I looked up this Herman guy.
The first one I find, is a guy who I thought was me.
I blinked and saw that it was a he and not a she.
"Herman Wildenvey?" I read asking aloud.
Was this who she meant. It certainly felt so.
I looked around my room and breathed.
"What the heck is a Wildenvey?!" I wheezed loudly.
I was in a fit of giggle's and couldn't keep a straight face.
My twin flame was a Poet? Interesting...
I know it.
And what the heck is Norway?
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