Libellula

I wish I might say you read it.
I wish I might say you felt it.
I wish I might say you meant it.
But I can't.
So, instead I fake it.
And that's pretty enough.

The whole process to become a butterfly hurts.
I'm on my way...
and I'm aching.

pleeease.

"Ease your lips into a velvet kiss while I enfold you
Move your hands across this promised land
The seekers guided by the pole star
Say the words, why don’t you say the words
I have been waiting long to hear
Please fall in love with me

Drift with me upon an endless sea
We are divine in the realm of these senses
Every move has been a subterfuge
While we pretend that we really don’t care
Moved by fear we might be strangers here
But I can feel we might be one
Please fall in love with me

I hear the sound of moons falling
Surrender to this charm
I breeze across your soul, darling
Deep eternity

Lost your mind
Well don’t you think it’s time
To swim away from the safety of these beaches
Trust the tides, they know which way to flow
And don’t you long to flow so far
Moved by waves we’ve never felt before
Till we are floating way out deep
Please fall in love with me
Please fall in love with me
please. "

F_CK

see, all I need is U.

o lado negro da força.

Dark Energy. It can be found in the Observable Universe.
Found in ratios of 75% more than any other substance.
Dark Energy. It can be found in religious extremists, in cheerleaders.
To come to the conclusion that Dark signifies mean and malevolent would then define 75% of the Universe as an evil force.
Alternatively, to think that some cheerleaders don’t have razors in their snatch is to be foolishly unarmed.

expiratorial by Pip...

eu sei, tu sabes... ele não sabe.

All works of art start as potential.
Similarly, all relationships start as potential.
When I meet a person I try and see not their mask, with it’s defenses, but what’s underneath.
I get accused of refusing to acknowledge who a person is choosing to be right now. When that person is arrogant or rude or selfish then my friends say, "Clyde!!!!!! THIS is what this LOSER is about." But I say, "Hold on people, this is only what this person THINKS they are about."
So this so called Loser person is confused.
But if no one sees their potential then they may not ever see it themselves and that would be tragic.

clitorides by Clyde...

TPM

hoje eu senti falta dele.
quis ligar. e ainda quero.
por isso escrevo.
para que minhas mão não fraquejem e digitem seu número no celular.
vou mantê-las ocupadas.
e a mente também.

saí pra andar pela cidade e foi pior.
quando não pensava "ai, já estivemos juntos aqui...", era: "ele iria adorar isso...".
e assim, pensando nele, me esqueço de mim.

queria voltar no tempo.
não para fazer algo diferente, porque creio que nada mudaria o hoje.
mas para voltar a estarmos juntos.
nem que fosse por um dia.
um sábado qualquer...
com gosto de chá de hortelã.