ynnydiary

  i feel a soft snowing in wanting heart with a wind drifts in      a promise of your return walks in too      towards my existence in an entranced dance a performance pricks this air      steps on the tiles of the gusts dancing diagonally and dipping deeper down cutting through cool molecules and pushing promise along the ground      a commitment was committed in the air i can tell from the dancing swells and stirring as well

your want to pin my pressure is a will to waltz on walls with me will i let you i don't know pressure me a response has how many meanings pressured me contains so much does that sound right an unstable makeup of matters is always charging at me rather in me what type of charge are you or will be definition one or two take one take me in a limiting way you'd pay to charge me i cannot be definite i am pretty sure positivity cannot plead me to be pleased transmute two repelling forces pull us together creating tension and force enforcing forcing me to face you and make me want the worst is a will to place pressure on walls with me

i am only mad with abuse labor is sweet honey i pour over my fruits intending to be intensive reflective pensive ripping at roots guesses are guests pinned to the pressure of my existence i am a constant churning turning and wording tuning and turning toning my longing turning all my actions into tangible things which longing is not or it is just the want isn’t there yet wanting to know where things are before fruition and before i forget

if my face hangs hateful to you, the hue of my heart shines through skin to radiate thin lines of life pulled around by pressure within is privilege found in experience to love is my god granted right that i cannot means meant to fight off all pricking and sucking on siphoning within to physically be, in this night an alarming dark is to know love grew before bones did and ribs rotting teaches a set lesson predestined down back up in darkness of time if my face feels hateful to you truth will touch my throat thanking all the homes i reside in giving me strength empowering through glowering glances and trances trust put people in cryptic when your heads my hearth and i lay my births before the warmth the heat lined through   passes on me might try to cast me and mine out your mind but a doubt can invite me or you can if you’d like to call your voice to me that think me on through then often as you impose what you may on me to invade your security through indirection to do this...

falling asleep his breath comforts finds home in me after years of feeling disgusting his touch means much to me his warmth holds me gently the love is laid i reach for him as he leaves from the bed for the bath room and i hope this is the farthest he ever leaves there is a further type of leaving that is not physical distance if we ever reach that dissonance i mourn that kiss