The Opposite of Me

The opposite of me is Times Square on New Year’s Eve.

Flashing lights, extravagant fireworks, a sleepless night and lurking thieves.

The opposite of me is an Olympic medalist, a skier, flying fast down the slope
Adrenaline pumping, going for the gold.
The agile gymnast with total control.

The opposite of me is coffee in the morning; Sports; a romance film; cleats

Experimenting; a perfect body and glamour magazines.

The opposite of me is the popular prom queen, fighting pointless battles,
I’m the opposite of normality.

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An Unmistakable Desire

There’s a vast selection of choices, yet I’m magnetized to one.

Lying in a mound of confusion, enveloped by the melodic notes of 88 keys, I begin to lose myself in thoughts.

The craving is taking over, filling my body with its fire.

How can one not be drawn to such an exceptional, profound living soul?

The barricade is high but I can see the sun beaming through the cracks. I long to cross to the other side.

My heart is entrapped by an unmistakable desire.

I will not feel appeased until my role is fulfilled.

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Masterpiece

Love is a picture, a work of art, the world’s masterpiece.

It changes, as does an artist’s creation.

New things are added and those things which do not work for us are erased away.

We are drawn to certain colors, certain techniques,

as we are drawn to certain people with certain traits.

We create new masterpieces, give some away, or keep them to the side for some time

but when we create the perfect one, we “frame” it and keep it forever!

(Art and writing by me)

Thoughts

There is an agitative tension building up inside of me. My nerves unhinged, my heartbeat rapid. I can’t seem to pull my mind away from thoughts of him. His voice lingers in my ears long after he’s gone. Whispering desires that flow like blood through my veins. The cravings grow strong, like a wild animal that has gone days without prey. Every time he is near my body reaches out for him,begging for his touch, longing for his hands to wander like they do. I can’t help the overwhelming urge I have to please him and fulfill his every need, to be under his control, his possession. My body is a temple, i entrust it to you. My soul, your prisoner. Ask of me and I shall do.

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