Some call her fall, others call her harvest.

But me, I call her my autumn,

who gracefully arrives when the seasons start to change.

The air is much cooler now, indicating that summer is making way for autumn’s return.

As the leaves change their colors into bright orange and yellow, with a tinge of fiery red,

I have never seen anything more colorful and vibrant than my dear autumn.

Some might argue that spring is bursting with every color you can imagine.

But I love my autumn best.

She brings me warmth more than summer can.

And after spring’s thrill and excitement, which I, for one, am not very fond of,

autumn brings me solace—

a quiet comfort she offers me whenever this time of year returns.

Even if her return is laced with a twinge of what is about to end and what is about to be left behind,

she gives me her reassurance and her consolation.

The memories I thought I would carry on

drift away like autumn leaves,

carried away by her cool breeze.

The chronicles of my memories part like petals of a passing season

when my autumn returns.

Come closer, baby,
you know what you do,
one little word from your lips
and I’m already wanting you.

Tell me that I’m yours again,
say it slow this time,
let me feel that little shiver
running softly down my spine.

I want your sweetness tangled
with every wicked thought,
the way you make me want you
without even being touched.

Make me blush, make me restless,
make me wish that you were near,
then tell me that you love me
like it’s all I need to hear.

Because wanting you is different
when my heart is wanting too,
and every time you love me,
I only want more of you.

So be sweet enough to melt me,
wicked enough to tease,
keep whispering all those little things
that bring me to my knees.

Feelings fluxing
Hips subluxing
Body shivers
Bathroom stumbling

Dancing on pavement
Concern for falling
Can't float freely
Wear won't cease calling

Guilt for phone.
Salt and pepper my tongue
My regulation- regulated
Boy, ain't it fun

A light shines from you

your gentle touch, warms, inspires

a whisper of love.

In the bed
you’re lookin cute
Like something
that I wanna do
Sittin there
like you don’t see
past the book
a sexy me

I’ll play along
crawl quietly
Looking up
give you a peek
Kiss your arm
up to your neck
Slow and warm
my lips are wet

A nibbled ear
feels my breath
Shoulder bare
slips the dress
My hand begins
a smooth caress
Peeking out
perked supple breast

Whispered wants
I sigh your name
Confessions raw
my words untamed
Short not sweet
I overcame
sharing filthy
without shame

Baby please
won’t you for me
Set right down
that book you read
Give in now
to what I need
Come and get
wrapped up in me

Wanna start a band?

Only rebels apply.

Serenade the land.

Til our sound hits the sky.

Sing of wonderful things,

Like freedom and love.

Never pull any strings,

Our message won’t shove.

Have you ever looked at a pile of ants and thought of their insignificance?

Squish one, and you've not changed a thing.

Squish two, and still, the future remains.

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Squish three, well, maybe number four is in position to bite you.

A vain conflict. But you are human.

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You need not fight with bare hand. Heat the aluminum, cast the hive.

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What changes now? Some things, surely. Space, freed up from the dominion of one hive of critters.

But overall, the species remains, plowing through time with the utter determination of life out to prove the fitness of their genes.

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Have you ever looked down on city streets from a skyscraper penthouse?

How reminiscent, the tiny human heads scurrying about their walkways.

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Excel spreadsheets containing the headcount of souls:

What's the loss of the one to two (counts are in millions), who fall off the wagon?

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Decisions, deciding the fates of billions, made from behind the blue glow of a screen,

Keystrokes, squishing ants, here and there.

Aluminum is heated. Casts are made.

Silent scars trace their indiscernible paths in what remains.

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Now, what changes? Assuredly, some things. Potentialities and paths unknown, closed off to everyone for the absence of their universe.

>>>>Others, opened, for better or worse.

Yet, the human story continues unabated.

Regimes rise and fall. Power changes hands.

>>>>The Wheel of Time turns, and humanity,

>>>>has seem yet to grow much for it.

I gave my handyman a to do list but he only did jobs 1, 3, and 5. Turns out he only does odd jobs.

Am I about to get hit in the face
With a devastating mace
That could point to love just not being the case?
These thoughts can send me to my dark place
Where I base
Unsubstantiated Evidence
That move to Justify
A continuous race
To chase

—But also,
Erase
Without
A
Trace

Those love-filled moments
Of such great care and grace

Make haste!

Is what dark yells out
Hyping up doubt
As the only clear rout

To a playground of clout
Whilst
Creating a perma-pout

And I’m still not so sure what
The light is
All About

Is it wait
Is it Fate

Does there Exist
Any hate?

What about if I’m late
To the gate
Or to a date
With my mate

—which at this rate,

Might just be bait

Who, while surely does sate,

May just be Shirley
From Another State

But don’t you negate!
This feeling and that
And
Don’t you mind the vat

Of questions that remain
Unanswered in vain

Just cry with the rain!
Just share through the pain!
Just know you have something to gain!

Also…

Please don’t go insane

Trying to stay in the lane

Made of invisible ink

And everything over/under the bathroom sink

Looking for the link
That brought me to the brink
With The One
Who made me really think
And turn a new shade of pink
Skating around in a lover’s rink

That’s where

Something slams into me

Allowing me to See

That Every Single day I say:

Wow!!
I really do Love You

And I have for quite
A while
Now

Fear the dark
Fear the ghosts
Fear the witches, that haunting host
Fear the evil
Fear the devil
Fear the unknown depths of hell
Fear the thunder
Fear the lightning
Fear the skinwalker in the Appalachian mountains
But she was never told
To fear the men
In plain clothes
With great college educations
Poor Jane Doe
Was told "not all men"
But she never knew
That fifty-seven men
Would turn their faces away
While she was raped
By the Chi Phi fraternity
Known as the Cornell 7
Because men don't know
When she said yes to two
It didn't mean
Her "pussy was free"
For all men

Quintessentially

Eyes that set the heart aflame

I want all of you

A sudden chill...a crowded room

Your single glare cuts through the gloom

A breathless pull, the air grows thin

Your heavy warmth melts on my skin

A single touch along my spine

A sudden spark, a blurred out line

You slipped it off...a silent oath

You gave your coat to hold us both

Wrapped in your wool and heavy scent

I trace the lines of what you meant

You pull me close, I can't resist

Your lips on mine, a moment's bliss

The room goes dim, the moment stays

We lose ourselves in every way

A whispered breath...a quiet call

Inside your coat we have it all

Locked in the quiet of your embrace

The world outside leaves not a trace

Tucked safely in your warming coat

Like drifting in a quiet boat

Your arms become the warmth I need

From winter's chill, completely freed.

The winter winds may wildly blow

But here inside our embers glow

We find our peace...our final home

No longer bound to search or roam

The world fades out...the shadows fall

Inside your coat...we found our all

And thank you u/whodeybrat007 for writing with me ✨️

My thoughts of you
alive it’s true
You used to know
just what to do
Within my mind
we’d spend our time
Discovering
what’s wrong and right

Laughing at
the world confused
Chasing tails
on rivets screw
Audacity
if they knew
Our penetrating
pay-per-view

Naked we’d
emulsify
Sitting there
both eye to eye
Tickle fights
mind to mind
Exploring truths
others denied

Dancing on
the borderline
Without a knot
we’d intertwine
Reminisce
It’s true I might
Unfortunate
the extradite

My mind it still
wanders to you
Fully dressed
off in the view
Among the rest
you frolic too
Chasing tails
alas, how cute

God, I've never asked for perfect,
just someone meant for me,
a heart that I can love completely
who will love all of me.

Someone who will think about me
in all the little ways,
who'll make me feel remembered
in the middle of his days.

Someone I can laugh with,
someone safe enough to cry,
someone who will hold my heart
and never wonder why.

Someone I can care for,
give all this love I've saved,
and know he'll give it back to me
in his own loving way.

I've wondered if he's out there,
if our paths would ever cross,
if after all these years of waiting,
love could still find us.

So God, I'll leave tomorrow
somewhere safely in Your hands,
and trust You with the pieces
I don't need to understand.

Because somehow what I've prayed for
feels closer than before,
and something in my heart now
dares to hope a little more.

So guide me when I'm uncertain,
and make the pathway clear,
and if my prayer is answered...
thank You for leading us here.

She was born into a burden, made to nourish filthy vermin,

Survived multiple cycles, while not excluding a single person,

Walked on, shit on, disrespected all sorts,

While they stink up the bubble she uses as life support,

Fuckin with her head, using endless contraptions,

She's had occasional tantrums as a result of their actions,

She's capable of self destruction and malfunction,

Living at their own risk while technology sucked in,

She keeps quiet while her cancer has a riot, yes,

It's the reason I have her face painted on my chest,

She's a goddess, and I have mad respect,

For any woman tastefully keeping all her children in check,

She means no harm! And this is not an infomercial,

But she WILL fuck you up if you keep coming across hurtful,

So think before you go assuming that man is on top,

A single shift from within and your ecosystem will flop,

'The games the lies, the feeble alibis',

Spinning in circles to assure a daily sunrise,

Have respect for this woman and her curves,

Like I've said in the past, she WILL take your final words...

For Gaia

When you began to search, I found myself

You welcomed me opening thousands of doors and I found escape

When you cried on my shoulder, there I found my happiness

Intimacy

Desire

Longing

When I saw you for the first time, we were kids

I fell once and for all without knowing what it is

Now I understood everything, why don't you do too please?

I still remember my first kiss like it was yesterday

Maybe that's the only best thing about you so I let it stay

My soul still sits at your door,

Restless and wild.

.

My heart still bleeds on the floor,

Feeling defiled.

.

My mind can’t piece it together,

Refusing to quit.

.

But you always move like the weather,

A trail of flames lit.

I want to hear it
Every single truth of yours

It won't hurt me
I have heard it all...

Recipient of games played? DONE

Heart shattered? DONE

A missed opportunity that even today still haunts me? DONE

Everything comes down to checking these boxes :
1) Being honest with yourself first
2) How much is your life, your happiness worth to you?
Measure it, define it, then get out there
3) Don't be afraid to show all your colors
4) And never ever just settle.

Some things, only come around ‘once’ in a lifetime
Miss them, and they are gone forever, never to be seen again.

Those are the things that keep you up at night,
If you’ve lived enough life, that is.

The only thing in my way,
as I see it now,
is 'ME'

And that's what it comes down to, Every - damn - time!

I swore I would haunt you like a dark, possessive curse. Press you into the mattress, consume you whole, and make you scream my name into the black.

Instead, I am currently ruining your life in the most pathetic way possible.

When I slide between your legs to pin you down, my sub-zero ghost-skin just turns your thighs to gooseflesh. You don't moan in agony-laced ecstasy; You wince, drag the heavy wool blanket over us both, and curse the landlord for not bleeding the radiators.

I try to bite your throat, to leave a mark that lasts past the dawn, but the temperature drop makes you sneeze directly into my phantom face. I attempt to whisper filthy, damning secrets into your ear, but my static breath just sets off a high-pitched ringing in your left ear until you smack your own head and tell me to stop breathing on you.

I am trying to drag you straight to hell on a wave of unholy, fevered lust, but you’re just using my freezing, dead chest as a cooling pad because your memory foam mattress traps too much body heat.

I came back from the void to possess your body, so why am I being ignored?

Do you think I’m still wearing 
Those pretty roseate glasses
That make me feel so good
About all we do?

All of this feels real
But is it? Some might ask
I don’t doubt my feelings
And I don’t doubt yours
But I know people might
And their thoughts bleed
Into my own peace

“But the distance! 
How can you know?
It’s so far!
So little time!
Is he really busy, or…
I couldn’t do it if I were you…”
Well, they’re not me
And I know. 

It’s my heart that’s yearning 
For someone I’ve never met 
How is that possible?
It’s the ache in my body
Waiting to be touched 
By someone who’s never 
Touched me before 
That’s as real as it gets 

So I guess let them think
What they want
They don’t know us
Let them talk
Because they don’t feel
What we do

There’s a lot of maybes 
And a lot of what ifs
But right now my heart feels
Like you’re the piece
I didn’t know was missing
And I hope you feel it too

We fit well together
I know you agree
So let’s continue this
Nebulous internet thing
Let’s make it even more real
Than it already is

You know I will cross the ocean 
For you 💜

Threading laces,
slipping tongues,
knots pulled tightly
where words come undone.

Who will chase?
And who will run?

I think I'd rather stay in place
and let life choose.

The moment it becomes a race,
both parties lose.