Author: Gigi olol
Poetry
The awaited desire
As I'm drowning into my bed, trying to bury myself way under Thirsting to surrender Whereas fearful of Gehenna I wonder will it ever be a happily ever after Just like snow white, and all the fairytales I recall and remember I wonder, would the reality ever be alluring as the fantasies I engender, or at least bearable to live the day after with no sorrows, or agonizing horror a reality where my Innards could dance freely, reckless of whatever could swing, or muddle the living funeral clutter, wobbling the big day, in the white eerie attire, we waft up fiercely to the cupidity we've been longing for, sense even the laughter had laid a guilt trip on the sore, attentive morrow of the living corpse that lacked the braveness to shut it all and just retire....
Soul hunger
Starving for love and affection, For the actual connection, For being understood from a seem without having to mention, For sensations enhanced than my mind's contention, Pouring into me willingly, ending all the affliction, Filling me up till I suffocate and can no longer experience the tension, Forgetting bout it all, with no fear of it being deception, So pure the intention, can not even think of an end or the inception, Too mesmerizing that it is almost a reflection of perfection, A rebellion on all of the world imperfections, That's all I want God, no longer anything but to know the direction, So this miserable soul can in the...1