As children, we were fearless.
PENIS!!!!
(Source: downhillspiral)
Cold Front
Summer has ended the fall has come
eyes closed shut
My world caved in
Scarfed and double coated, no more warm embrace
This is the cold-front
Warned and told about for weeks
Never knew it was going to be this cold
Seeking warmth I find myself infront of the door,
My Home…
Silence has haunted these walls for days
Frozen whispers creek through windows
I lay on my bed covered in layers,
staring at the one window
The once refreshing dew now frozen on the window pane
leaving long lost messages reappear again
Cold sweats wake my stone slumber
Waking every hour from forgotten nightmares
My tear ducts have frozen over
Only the insanity of obsessions of summer
keep this body warm…
Damn the cold…
Damn this house…
Dam this winter breeze…
-K.A. Catipon
Im with Groucho on this one
if only this was the original red ranger
TEST #3
potluckdream3r: omg, too funny. haha
Wants to go to Japan one day
The Child of Twighlight
The animal that has become of me
Unleashed and bewildered
This long forgotten sin
Engulfed by lust and desire
Inside this entombment of my body
lies the youth of me
in search for the God within me
Lost is the child
seeking for comfort
What is left of the naked truth
Stricken by it and shackled with silence
Only humility is left
and dregs of emptiness are left visible
leaving holes at the bottom of the soul
Cold breezes and the hollow room
becomes like mother’s arms
and the body becomes lifeless
Hoping that the night will find its end
-K.A. Catipon
The Taste of Honeydew
To hold her hand
Kiss her lips
and hug her curves
I know why beauty caught her
Why innocence found her
Why I love her
As dreams seem to sweep her off her feet
Under the twitching of sheets
I find her face to caress
Dawn finds its end
and the night starts anew
I stare at her sleep before I follow
I wake with honeydew on lips
Her lips so sweet to the touch, lasting
She departs from me, half naked and true
The outline of her body still molded beside me
Still warm from her leaving, as if she never did
I lay where my eyes meet the ceiling, satisfied
-K.A. Catipon
