Blinded by what's thought to be love

Anon

When there's one thing you want
And you want it so madly
You're eyes will never see
Though they try oh so badly

You're vision is blurry
You're eyes may well rot
You think that you're seeing
Everything that you're not
And you'll never remember
Just how you forgot

You can't hear the disdain
You don't notice pretense
You barely feel discomfort
Though it's extremely immense
Wrong past and wrong future
Good luck present tense

You're living a lie
Though not you're intent
But for now you're escaping
Outrageous lament
But growing so abruptly
Into a outrageous torment

The lie is your own
It hurts only you
Though helped by another
It never took two
To create such a world
Where nothing is true

lovin kind

i think the most important thing in my life besides my responsibility is breaking down the walls with my teacher of youth but i am a little nervous because of the rejection complex

"were probably like almost jamming"

Ali

Someday I'll meet my love
And I'll cut of his head
Right after
We fuck in bed.

Thats my comment for the press.They already dont review me with a sense of humor anyway.

Dreams of Red

Ali wrote:

Someday I'll meet my love
And I'll cut of his head
Right after
We fuck in bed.

Thats my comment for the press.They already dont review me with a sense of humor anyway.

is that like some kind of preying mantis thing? i've been a bit worried about that lately, makes things very slow to progress i suppose, but then, who i am to control this life?--ya know? soon though i think we've got that covered. it's been a long time coming, and final approach has been anything but smooth, or maybe it has? what am i even talking about, anymore?

but yeah, i really enjoyed this poem, and your remarks are still interesting to me ten minutes later.. do you have anymore?

snoogins

I've experienced this before and hope that this is not the case presently.