our faces painted white, by midnight

It is under your hand, I feel home.

I am intertwined between your fingers, we are intertwined between your sheets.

The wine is catching up.

The moments are stringing together.

We're making a purple pastel pretty necklace.

Its along my throat.

We are lovely.

The day was lovely, the night was lovely.

We are still lovely.

To tightly grasp my jawline and violently kiss the left corner of my lips

(you've always been so passionate)

How could I have left you when your arms were too strong to push away?

***this ones old but has always been a favorite of mine.***

  HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

                                                                    ♥ tookie.

why I ♥ jack kerouac

The trouble with fashions is you want to fuck the women in their fashions.

But when the time comes they always take them off so they wont get wrinkled.

Face it, the really good fucks in a young man's life was when there was no time to take your clothes off

you were too hot and she was too hot.

None of your Bohemian leisure, this was middle class explosions against snowbanks, against walls of shit houses in attics, on sudden couches in the lobby.

Talk about your hot peace.

♥ tookie.

living blind..

come find me

arms opened wide

and your mouth is empty with words

im waiting in the filth left behind

i can see clearly

your face is distinctly drawn

the negative spaces

they are all i notice

but i refuse to crawl into your bed

fuck you good

and leave you with words in your mouth

i never could give like that

♥ tookie

TOO MUCH OF SOMETHING.

I know Im not the most intriguing but there isnt anything Ive done wrong.

I like challenges and being tested against my faults.

And this silly dance we've done is long gone.

Ive lost my words to say to you...

♥ tookie.

A love without her lover...

....what a heartbreaking thing

so fragile is her heart, so deserving of all it gives.

she cant have what she wants-theres not much more thats this dispiriting.

hold her broken wings in your hands.

in those gentle fingertips of yours.

ill see her flying someday.

ill see the sun above her-the clouds beneath.

her eyes squinted by the rush of wind thats kissed her face.

a kiss so sweet that only the sweetest of souls could bear to receive it.

she'll be overwhelmed. she'll be safe in the deluge.

there'll be nothing left.

it'll all wash away, save only her closest desires remain.

and here we'll stand gazing upon her newfound glory.

here we'll watch as our hearts break in the sight of a beauty we've always wanted.

there youll be - your wings have been mended.

♥ tookie

And in the midst of it all.

                  I am reborn

         I finally understand this body and this mind.

how it works...people will never really know or comprehend.

                                                       which is better.

because I dont want them to know this girl.

      the one who wants to be a woman and feel passion.

(the dirty slash romantic kind)

                     the type that would make a nun blush.

  ...i havent had that...

that intense heat that builds before the climax.

                                       the ending to that perfect chapter.

  where the man tells & shows exactly how he feels about her.

                          its a wondrous thing

the words a guy can express when hes just with her.

         & those tiny moments strung together like pearls.

they drape around her neck.    & across her collarbone.

                                           [what a lovely site to see]

                                                                              

♥ tookie.

a self portrait through other people.

She peers through me.

I only see her blue confused/infused green colored eye.

Her self manicured finger tip lightly pushes my release.

Focused.

Its beautiful.

A self-proclaimed artist.

Inked up and fucked up.

Anarchist at heart.

Blinded by words and phrases.

Trapped within these towers of books.

Lost in my land of orgasmic surrealism.

Story time reader.

Feelings unclear.

Her heart is in a box no one knows.

Physically giving, emotionally drained.

Wants her adventures.

Doesn't want to be tamed.

The lover.

She spends her life in tragic sentimentality 

Inspired to write out of bitterness and neglect.

Motivated by self-loathing and an unforgiving ego.

The evil grandmother.

An inspired creation.

daughter.

[[***old***]]

♥ tOOkie.

Sucker Love.

"Sucker love is heaven sent.

You pucker up.

Our passions spent.

My hearts a tart, your bodys rent.

My bodys broken, your is bent.

Carve your name into my arm.

Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.

Cause theres nothing else to do.

Every me and every you.

Sucker love, a box I choose.

No other box I choose to use.

Another love I would abuse.

No circumstances could excuse.

In the shape of things to come.

Too much poison came undone. 

Cause theres nothing else to do.

Every me and every you.

Every me and every you.

Every me...

Sucker love is know to swing.

Prone to cling and waste these things.

Pucker up for heavens sake.

Theres never been so much at stake.

I serve my head up on a plate.

Its only comfort, calling late.

Cause theres nothing else to do.

Every me and every you...

Like the naked leads the blind.

I know Im selfish, Im unkind.

Sucker love I always find.

Someone to bruise and leave behind.

All alone in space and time.

Theres nothing here but what heres mine.

Something borrowed, something blue.

Every me and every you..."

I know I shouldn't like that poem so much, but I do. 

Thats how it is when youre with me. 

I keep you at odd angles and never mind when you leave.

Its never worth it to keep you around.

love is unsatisfying.

till next time...

♥ Tookie.

rib caging.

In the center of her chest, around the rib caging lies her heart.

It beats a rhythm only she will ever know.

Steady, slow, steady.

Pumping the cascading blood through her body.

Dancing around in her thin arms, small breasts, slender legs.

It drains back into her lonesome trinket locked underneath her skin.

It pulsates faster.

He takes off her shirt.

Messy kisses everywhere.

She doesn't care enough about him to release herself.

Rate drops.

Steady, slow, steady.

I think Im going to try and copy all my work from my livejournal to here.

every entry will have an old post from me.

till next time loves.

♥ tookie