Feral Virility

Need I be envious of such endeavors, acts of rabid regression running to the mind. Corrupted with visions of perfect curves and bodily fluids pouring down like hell. The scent of flesh wanting to be caressed, to be held, and to be rubbed. Temptations taught through visions of submissive impulses, motion of the entity, and the wanton glare of their eyes.

Besetted, condemned, branded as weak and admonished this is a society that declares every mammal as copulate yet declines the being that abstains from the act. In a bandwagon society of superficial judgement the ego declares your status quo and affinity. Perfection gives power to beauty and punishment to ghastly images. Let me hold on to the thought, hate is starting to consume me.

Yellow Cab

Several occassions of endless moments-- the aroma, the color, and the smiles-- they all leave me frozen in time. A place that keeps me waiting and craving for something special. I clamour the feel of ecstasy with the mere sight of each welcoming smiles that blocked our path. Held by caring eyes and a grip of assurance that leads my way to the counter. A commanding voice that never ceases to brighten my thoughts, dictates the flavor of every piece that spices my life. We sit, wait and look into each others eyes. A glance over the shoulder from here and there, anxious and waiting for their well known piece. Spoken but not uttered and this is what I feel, your silent motion traps my thoughts and leaves me numb. We babble non-sense, yet we know not what non-sense is. Here it comes, the piece that reminds me of you. A masterpiece of different flavors that compliments each other, the wholeness of a piece that inspires my aching stomach.

These are the endless moments that this place reminds me, happy thoughts of loneliness and solitary contentment. Another message another thought, another lonely reminder of the past how will I go on.

Reasons

I don't know why I can't move on? Why I kept on thinking about you and the things I could've done to keep you. What if I did this? What if I did that? Nothing seems to matter now because you already chose him. Here I am, a portrait on the wall, a being remembered as a part of your life and nothing else.
I try to keep my distance but the thought of you crying simply kills me, I can't let anybody hurt you. Am I just giving some reason because of some false hope? Maybe things are better if I keep my distance. Tell me what to do, say something that will end this hopeless situation. Reason held me from walking away, reason kept me alive. Reason binds my foolish hopes and torments my blinded heart.