AntiTerroristTeddy

The world needs its storms, its lightning and thunder and in the downpour I often wonder what became of our special hours, those moments in twilight, reading and writing about our right to love the light that comes from our eyes rather than cursing the dark surrounding our lives. In the night I think about the stars and wonder where you are, if you remember what was ours, the warmth and the comfort in the quiet of the dark. Where our separation was conquered by an intelligent application of words; we stitched a new pattern in the chaos of creation with nothing but our imagination and love, I don’t miss you anymore, nor that world,

A set table for two, still waiting to be touched by candle light. A room with, a perfectly made bed and a crib. Behind a set of locked doors, whose keys left with your smile,     your eyes,     your name,     you.

There are a million things I'm insecure about. From my hairline to my smile to my chest hair to my dick size But you make me want to dance and scream and SHOUT All my secrets and fears and skeletons with haunted swords Cause I know you can slay them with your sweet and soft WORDS Words! Yes your lovely words made of trust and sunlight made of magic that makes all the world's wrongs feel alright. Like I can wake up and look in mirrors without breaking, like 20 years of bad luck can't chase me like I can truly live my life without faking anything. Darling I must confess, I am new to this happiness. My heart does not trust the uncharted da

There in the shadows far away from the safety your meadows is a hunger; A hunger for your flesh. The beating drum of your heart, taking you step-by-step closer to the dangerous dark feels like it’s about to burst. Then, from the depths of the woods Your Hunter, who sees you only as food, flashes a toothy smile. He stalks left and right while fight and flight war inside your terrified little mind. Close and closer, then his breath on your throat when finally you find your answer: Complete and total surrender to your beloved predator.

Darling, I can see the way you look at me. Do you need a storm for your harbour? A flame for your gunpowder smile, or perhaps an earthquake along your fault-lined heart? A set of lips to send tremors across your hips? Darling if you're looking for disaster, if you want to be left ravaged and breathless, spent, until the only emotion left is emptiness look elsewhere. Because I am done. I am done with beautiful agony. I'm done with wishing on dead stars and fighting revolutionary wars, all I want left is peace for my thundering heart. Darling, I'm sorry I'm not the force of nature you want me to be. I cannot sweep you off your feet like a

I cannot love the ocean,                                 I cannot hate the ocean, though I have explored her depths.               though I have drowned in her seas. I know she only does                                     I know she only does what is in her nature to do:                           what is in her nature to do:            Flow.                                                                      Ebb

if I could, I would drown you in starlight. i would lift you up from this dirty earth and set your smile in the endless eternity of the sky. but your beauty is not transcendent. it was not made to last forever, nor will it. you are beautiful in the way a child’s smile is. fleeting yet eternal.

I have spent too long waiting for the lights to come back in this creaky old house. I have spent too long waiting for someone else to pay my bills but I know, what is due to me is  not kindness. Every drop of blood is well spent on the debt of my sins written across the scars on women's hearts. Every accident and unfortunate event is nothing more than a symphony of karmic violence. (I deserve it) Justice has judged me, and I have been found wanting only you.

My mother once told me not to waste my breath chasing after birds. That I would end up crying and in the dirt, That in the end I would end up with skinned knees and a broken heart. She believed that it could only end in hurt. But still I tried. tried convinced a few that maybe I could fly. Sometimes I'd even catch one or two. And they would make a nest in my hairdo. Darling I know it is tempting to rest your heavy wings on these shoulders. To think that maybe, just maybe you could lift me into the sky. But my soul belongs to the Earth. And your name is written in the stars. You... You are more than all the birds I tried to chase, You are