En temps que femme homosexuelle qui vit au Liban, je sens le besoin de toujours devoir prouver à mon entourage que j’ai, en effet, des valeurs, de la croyance et des traditions.
C’est un peu marrant de commencer avec cette traduction. Malheureusement, c’est une vérité absolue.
Moi je me considère une personne qui s’assume pleinement et qui marche la tête haute sans nul besoin de présenter des arguments et des explications. Et pourtant, au sein de la société, je me trouve parfois en train de présenter des raisons, des moyens, des explications et parfois même, je me trouve au beau milieu d’un débat anarchique juste parce qu’on m’a demande « croyez-vous qu’un mariage peut être solide après 20 ans ensemble? »
Permettez-moi d’être encore plus claire :
Nous avons, étant une minorité au Liban, un besoin continuel d’assurer aux gens qu’on est normal ! Donc même lorsqu’on nous demande la plus simple des questions, on se trouve perdus, peureux de répondre par quelque chose qui pourra divulguer notre identité sexuelle.
Ca devient un peu fatiguant en fin de compte de sentir le besoin de toujours cacher une identité personnelle qui en fait n’a rien à voir avec personne !
Deux sujets se trouvent ouvertement questionnes : religions et drogues.
Commençons par le sujet de la religion. Combien de fois j’avais entendu des gens affirmer que les homosexuels sont en fait des athées. Nous devons comprendre qu’aujourd’hui, la société libanaise trouve un peu de difficultés à accepter la communauté homo. Et ne pouvant pas trouver des raisons logiques pour nous battre, elle utilise l’argument de la religion comme dernière ressource. Mais, ce qui est assez surprenant, que mes amis sont en effets des plus croyants. Que ca soit musulmans ou chrétiens. Quand ca revient à la religion on ne peut pas trouver de plus solide croyance. En vrai, ils puisent leur acharnement spirituel du fait que les religions ont toutes pour un seul but célébrer l’amour, le pardon et la tolérance. Et de ce fait, ils se trouvent enracines dans leurs croyances puisqu’ils la sentent du fond de leurs cœurs. Ils sont en train de vivre les leçons dictées par leurs livres saints chaque jour !
Quant à la drogue, il existe ce préjudice que les homosexuels, en général, ont une tendance à s’immerger dans la drogue. C’est comme s’il n’y avait que les homos qui se droguaient a cor et a cri ! Ce préconçu nous pousse a toujours apparaitre « clean », et tout faire en sorte de paraitre éveillé. Ce qui est absurde. Nous nous battons contre une guerre qui n’est pas la notre. Nous essayons de prouver une absence d’abus que d’autres éléments de la société n’ont pas à prouver. Qu’importe la société, la drogue est une tentation qui existe et que ca soit restreint - stéréo typiquement - aux homos est juste un essaie de pousser quiconque à ne pas « fréquenter ce milieu »
Il y a des gens de toutes sortes dans la vie. Quand ca revient a la religion et la drogue, cela n’est pas lié a l’orientation sexuelle de la personne. C’est un choix, une décision, une éthique personnelle.

kim

Walking down the street people stare
That's how it feels like to be gay

Your moves are watched by strangers
When people see you they see danger

You talk to a guy you are drifting
Turn to a girl and you're sinning

You live your heart on a sleeve
Wish you could pack and leave

A sparkle shines in your eye
Every time you see her smile

You see in her heart and soul
Quietly quite deep you did fall

They glance and glare at you two
You have turned them red and blue

Holding her hand softly you whisper
How you want her as lifelong partner

Looks and gossips will always follow
A gay woman who of love won't let go

~~Tru Natty~~

for the past 16 years. i've been.

01 :^)
02 atheist.
03 distant.
04 existential.
05 fajj.
06 green.
07 indifferent.
08 lost.
09 lesbian.
10 okay.
11 rigid.
12 silent.
13 stable.
14 stalker.
15 systematic.
16 unexposed.
17 unoriented.
18 untouched.

i'm turning 18 soon. and i need you to know.

you have made me question everything i stand for.
my labels. my identity. my fake/inexistant emotions.
my soul. my mind. my body. my value. my past. my vision.

and i need to know. that.

none of it matters now. i'm free. not because i'm soon-to-be legal.
but because. YOU. touched. moved. exposed. the beauty. of the life. of the love.

inside of me.

~~Be3~~

She took the breath out of me the minute I heard her voice
She made me realize how strong I am and how weak
She made me fall in love with her with no thinking
She ravaged my soul the second she said I love u

I missed her so much
She’s so away in another country
Waiting days and nights I pray god to get us back together
I miss my baby, the only girl that made me cry
The only girl that made me stay up all night needing her

I wanna dream about u even when ur asleep in my arms
I wanna hug u even if I’m hugging u
I wanna kiss u even when we kiss
I wanna die feeling all the love I have for u

I pray for time to pass so I could hold u once again
I’ll wait for u baby no matter how far u r,
I’ll wait for u baby no matter how hard it is
You are my faith… I love u so much

|R|

Or may I call you “beautiful warriors”.. Because that’s who you really are in my eyes. When I look at you sisters, I see faces beyond beauty and intelligence, I see wisdom, I see strength, I see minds willing enough, powerful enough, enough to change the world.
I write to you today because I feel the same need to share my emotions with “soldiers” like myself, fighting the same battle and for the same matter, wanting to twist this bitter reality around.
This reality of intolerance, of hatred, of a blind society misled by its ignorance, too coward to even think of making one step towards change of any kind. I look at it and I feel sickened, and I’m full of disgust. I cannot believe how people are nurtured what to think, what to believe, what to tolerate and what to reject, what to love and what to hate. It’s got to a point where having our brains up in our skulls made no sense anymore, for there’ll always be someone or something thinking and planning the course of our lives for us. It’s either religions, or traditions, or archaic laws that have been there since 1960, etc. etc. This is how messed up our society is today.
And I wake up, everyday, in desperate need to twist these facts, and I say to myself “I must make a difference, I must conquer this screwed up maze!” But to do it, I had to set some things straight.
-1ST who am I? I’m a woman, I’m an LBTQ, I’m different and I’m proud. I’m strong beyond measures, I’m independent, and I have dreams, and I have rights.
-2nd what do I want? I want 200% approval that my demands are fair. And I want this government to start making laws to protect me and my rights. As a woman I want to be able to give my name to my child and not have to be tied up with a man’s name for as long as I live. I want to fight for my rights because I deserve them not because I want to be equal to men! Personally I don’t! I believe women are the most gorgeous creatures on earth and asking to be equal with any other creature is asking to be inferior! I love men, respect them, the universe was made of us both and needs us both, but I’m different and unique and I think as one of nature laws women and men can never be on the same level, thankfully. What I want is not charity, what I want belongs to me! As a lesbian/bisexual woman I want to be able to love, get married, raise children. I want to be able to make a family and if I don’t, I want to be respected for my choice. I’m sick of leading a double life and I want to be able to express myself freely without fearing getting kicked out of my house, expelled from school or university, and banned from society for who I am. I want to walk the streets and hold hands with the woman I love; I want to take her in my arms without having half the population stare at us with disgust, and the other half curse us with eternal damnation. I want religions to worry about their heavens and leave us the earth to try and transform it into a decent place for everyone.
-3rd what are my weapons? Yes, weapons. Because through the years I’ve come to realize that we’re at war ladies! Maybe not a war that includes rockets and guns but it’s certainly war for me. Call me revolutionary, call me extremist, I’ve already heard it from 3 psychiatrists anyway, but sometimes change requires a revolution. Of course being diplomatic is way better and much more reasonable. But haven’t we tried that already? And yet, for many out there, we’re still just a group of angry pervert women corrupting ethics and values! We are a threat to their morals, to their cultures and they will fight us with every possible way they have! It wouldn’t surprise me using holocausts against us to protect themselves from our destruction! They are even suggesting isolating us all in mental institutions for the damage we are causing to society! I think this is a cold war we’re dealing with, and I think our enemies are many. And our best strategy would be to know our enemies, know what to expect from them and be ready to face it. I also think we, as an LGBT community are being pushed to the limits, and sometimes I really want to break this silence that’s been breaking me for a while now, and kill the pricks who are calling us sick, disgusting, and perverts, who are holding our rights as hostages, and who are hitting us publically on the streets.
Sometimes I’m just too outraged and I want to take over the media, the streets, the government chambers and tell them that there is prejudice out there, that there are causes that deserve your attention besides your mediocre parties killing each other over power! And ignoring it is only leaving us no choice but finding our own ways to obtain what’s originally ours!
My weapons are my dreams, my weapons are my ambitions, my weapons are my friends, my education, my tolerance, my knowledge, my hope in a better future, and you, dear warriors.
Sometimes I’m just so filled with anger and despair, and today I’m 20 years old, I’m drawing my path in life and I’m scared as hell for my future as one of the LGBT’s in Lebanon and the Arab world. But fear generates power and I certainly don’t want to turn 50 and see young people fighting an unfinished fight that was one day my responsibility.
At last what I can say to those in charge of giving to us what actually belongs to us is that isolating us from our identities means taking everything away from us, and more importantly, preventing us from being who we are proud to be. Doing so you are leaving us no choice but to react. Then when we reach that level to which I think we are too close today. You really wouldn’t want to be messing with “angry women” who got nothing left to lose!
Thank you for this sweet space on this awesome place, and sorry for all the ranting!

Je t’aime

Et ton amour c’est l’interdit

Je t’aime

Et dans mon péché je nuis

Je t’aime…

Jamais l’enfer ne paraitrait aussi délicieux


Et je le dégusterais

Comme je dégustais à l’aube ton corps

Je succomberais à son feu

Comme je succombais à la passion, à ta peau divine



Là bas, au sein des démons

Je chanterai ta louange

Plus besoin du Dieu des Hommes

Mon Dieu c’est toi

Ma prière, ma foi

Mon temple et ma Loi



Tu sais, mon ange,

Jamais n’ai-je adoré mes larmes

Comme lorsqu’elles coulaient pour échanger tes peines

Jamais n’ai-je senti mon âme

Que lorsqu’elle s’est unie à la tienne



Trésor.. Te souviens-tu encore?

Nous marchions au crépuscule, ta main dans la mienne

Les couloirs d’un immeuble..

Le silence et l’obscurité ne sont jamais combinés

D’une telle perfection, d’un tel chef-d’oeuvre

Jamais le calme ne disait autant



Au bout d’un escalier, le temps s’arrêta

Ce que nos coeurs disaient, ce que nos corps sentaient

Trop glorieux pour être retenus..

Contre un mur, tu m’attires vers toi

Tes mains brûlent ma peau

Mes doigts ravagent la tienne

Mon coeur s’essoufle

Tes lèvres frissonnent

Plus fort encore, je te serre

Tellement je veux dénier ce corps

Qui tranche entre toi et moi



Dans la fermeté du moment

La douceur de tes baisers m’envahit

La lumière dans tes yeux, que tu ouvres

Quand nos lèvres se quittent,

Pour se rejoindre dans la seconde qui suit

L’odeur de ton parfum

Emanant de ta nuque, des paumes de tes mains,

De ta poitrine,

Celle ci tremble et se dresse

Gémit tes désirs à chaque caresse..



Les frontières de la terre se brisent

Plus rien au monde n’existe

Ni les Hommes, ni leurs plaintes

Ni les jugements et les craintes



Dans la profondeur de tes bras

Entièrement je me donne, et je soupire:

“Emmène moi au paradis de tes désirs

Fais que mon sort dépende de tes soupires

Désormais ma précieuse, je vie pour te satisfaire

Oh ma Déesse, ma Muse, oh ma folie

A jamais je serai ton esclave soumis”


K-rulz

I was thinking to myself,.How sweet she is?!Are you sweet like honey, chocolate, or Caramel?What am I going to feel when my lips kiss her?What kinda pleasure I am going to feel rushing in my veins!I took a moment traveling in my brain, searching for that pleasure’s pains.But after looking around, I realized, that I am still here, and she is still there.Could I hear you once again. It could be somewhere, I don’t know where.It is too much pleasure, it is too much pain,that’s what I feel when I hear her name.But I still come back and scream, I wanna hear it again.Sometime I look through out the years, all I can remember is my tears.I am writing this song for me and her. I’ll love you forever,even when she is not close to me.I have promised myself, to love her, so I won’t break my word.“My world was mess before you, but look at it now, and you are the blame.You shined my life all the way to the end. Even if you weren’t there, anymore I don’t care.When my life start to mess around, I will come back to where it begin, look at your eyes and start all over againAfter all, I think how sweet you are. Honey, chocolate, or Caramel.There is something sweeter, I say. It gives me beautiful pain.So sweet, only love I’ll gain.So baby could I taste, your love again.”

~~ Jo Dream

Fellow women, how many of you haven’t faked it at least once in her life. Yes I am talking about Orgasm. And talking about that, do you know that in Egypt they still practice circumcision on Girls. And how sexist is that?! Seriously! I never imagined that, in our times, sexism would still reach a point where a girl cannot feel her clit anymore which can be, for some cases, the peak of pleasure… Or all of them: p hihi.




And it’s not only in Egypt, Africa, Arab world, Even in Lebanon they still do that in very hardcore traditional families living in the suburbs. And it’s a pity.

I think the only thing that would make that acceptable on a mean level, and make men equal to woman this time is to remove men’s Balls. But that’s not what we wish for. All we wish for is for people to leave our Clits alone, and our bodies in general, to claim them as our own properties and admit our rights of ownership of our own selves. Sounds so funny, I mean can you imagine? We don’t own our Own bodies. So lame…..

But you know, when we will achieve that “body ownership”? I believe, it’s when you make the world know that whenever 1 woman is touched therefore you are touching everywoman. And if you touch any woman’s clit or dysfunction it, it’s like hurting a bunch of crazy feminists that value there clit, and yes we do, and yes our clit deserves it.

And you don’t want to piss a bunch of crazy feminists. Or do you!

Nadz, please don’t censor that. Thank you.

Anyway you know me as usual I always randomly get out of my subject and circumcision today is not really my subject.

So anyway I’ve been addicted to this website for quite a long time: http://postsecret.blogspot.com/ and there’s one secret that touched me a lot:





It’s about a woman who is not satisfied with her marital sexual life, and to protect her husband’s feelings she is not talking with him about it.

As I said in the beginning, how many of us had once at least faked an orgasm? Or how many of us still haven’t had an orgasm with a partner? I am not talking about lesbians; I am talking about women in general here.

This taboo and protection towards the other partner especially if it’s a man is depriving a lot of woman of their right of pleasure, and we can’t blame this woman because, in our oriental society, a girl should always pretend she’s a virgin and a guy should always pretend he’s a stud, and a girl should always pretend to orgasm so she can protect the “stud’s” self esteem because women are always the ones who should sacrifice a lot of their rights for society and all those fucked up taboos that they are raised upon and breastfed , and the world should listen and know that this is not fair, and God is famous for being fair, and humans are not, therefore this whole equation about women being beneath men and not equal to them is a fake equation. This equation is, I may add, the Father of all Evils and not the mother. It’s year 2008 god damn it, what are we waiting for 2069 to talk about our sexual desires and lives, to burn our push up bras and to protect our clits and right to orgasm once and twice and millions of times. Women need to know their rights, I cannot blame them when they are living in a box of traditions and brainwashing, that’s why whenever you meet another woman who is not orgasming or who doesn’t know she is entitled to her own body, sexual life and pleasure, please tell her that she is and that it’s ok if she’s married and had orgasmed in her life before she is 40. Tell her for us women, so she’d tell her daughters that would become another generation of women. It’s not wrong it’s not “3ayb”. The “3ayb” is when you are born with a pleasure tool and they cut it for you just so you don’t feel and the more “3ayb” is when you shut up and accept it. And if you don’t know your rights the biggest “3ayb” is when other woman know about it and not tell you or do something about it.

~Imm L Meem~

There were two girls, living apart
Once they met, and the flame burnt their heart
This was the apple, this was the sin
And the whole world dumped them in a bin

God is Love, and Love was their blame
They had to pretend and become with no name
To hide themselves from the wolves of society
That made hunting these girls their best specialty

Condemned for loving one another
They lost father and mother
No friends, no support, no understanding
And these two lovers were left with nothing

Criminals…CONVICTS
Being themselves caused them to pay through their nose
But instead of giving up their love, they chose to live in conflicts
Carry on, and make out of their love a prose

The day will come when the world will see
That their Apple is nothing but the fact of what they can really be.





~ Silent Soul on 04/09/2008

And when she cries, it rains

And when she look at the stars, they fall

They wish, the stars wish she will wish one day a wish and they commit suicide for her

She can just wish and from the skies they fall

And when she cries, it rains

And she doesn’t cry because of the rain, the skies rain because she cries

And the earth doesn’t really rotate, the earth only rotates around her

And the circles weren’t circles before, they softened and turned round to fit the pupil of her eye

And it wasn’t really cold because of snow, it was cold because she likes to wear her leather jacket

And the nights are not really dark, it’s only because she loves black

And the stars every night commit suicide for her

And the moon is round only because she likes pizza

And the moon is white because she likes snow, but it isn’t cold because of snow

It’s cold, it’s cold, cold, cold beneath her skin

And the wine isn’t really red, neither grapes are, the wine is only red so that when she holds the wine glass the color inside will fit her nail polish

And then she lights a cigarette and blow, blow,blow, blow smoke

And the blue, yes the blue, blue like the ocean blue, blue like the skies, and the skies feel blue, when the stars commit suicide for her and the skies are only blue because of her

And the ocean have fish simply because she likes fish and the ocean is blue because she likes it when the oceans are blue

Ad she lights her cigarette and blows, blows, blows, and she blows in the blue, forms clouds and then it rains and she’s not sad because of the rain

It always rains because she’s sad and it rains and it rains

And the stars throw themselves on her feet and the stars are circled to fit in her eyes, and then you can see the stars in the skies.yes.the ones that commit suicide for her… she keep them in her eyes

And in her eyes you see the galaxies and the skies

And she blows blows blows her cigarette

So what if everyone else dies… and the world is not the world… and the world “is” only because of her.

everynight i see a star fall for
a woman. who can blame them

im l meem

Je marche sur cette plage dans cette nuit d’été, toute seule mes pieds flirtant avec l’eau si sereine… je berce mon corps sur le sable chaud et m’en vais dans le temps d’autrefois… le temps où nous étions toutes les deux ensemble heureuses. Je ferme mes yeux tout doucement et je dessine nos pas d’autrefois, j’imite notre danse à deux… un, deux, trois, et un, deux, trois… je suis très contente d’être à nouveau sur cette plage avec ton souvenir. Autrefois j’étais très contente aussi sur cette plage avec toi…je te serre fort contre mon cœur et je respire le parfum de tes cheveux jusqu’à m’en couper le souffle… je sens ton souffle contre ma nuque… j’en ai la chair de poule tellement je t’aime, tellement j’aime ton corps et ses courbes, tellement j’adore ton sourire, tellement j’adore tes larmes…Et je continue notre danse, sur cette plage ou je t’ai aimé pour la dernière fois… tu me manque tellement, ça me fait du mal au cœur…Et un, deux, trois, et un, deux, trois… et tu m’enlace si fort, mes pieds dansant maintenant sur la brise de la nuit…Mes yeux sont toujours fermés… c’est incroyable à quel point je peux me rappeler de ton parfum vanille, le goût de tes lèvres sucrés, ta peau si douce, si belle, et ton sourire qui me met en esclavage…Et puis je reviens au moment présent… je suis seule… tu es partie… mon cœur te pleure amèrement… mais mes yeux sont secs… ils n’en peuvent plus…Je suis seule avec notre plage, notre mer, notre lune et notre nuit… Est-ce que tu peux sentir la mer… ce parfum si familier…là où tu es je suis sûre que tu sais que je t’aimerai jusqu’à la fin des temps, là où tu es je suis sûre que tu nous imagine dansant ensemble, imitant nos pas de cette nuit… là où tu es je suis sûre que tu m’aime toujours… là où tu es… je te retrouverai un de ces jours…

Jusqu’à ce moment, ce souvenir si doux amer restera avec moi…

~Kim64~

Ce que j’aimerais te murmurer que chaque fois que je pense a toi, mon cœur s’arrête de battre tout carément! Ce que j’aimerais te dire que chaque fois que je pense a toi, j’ai le souffle tout court! Ce que j’aimerais te confier que le seul fait de regarder dans tes yeux, m’emporte loin… très loin…

Cependant je te neglige, je t’esquive. Je pretends que je n’te kiffe même pas. Que tout simplement je suis très froide envers toi. Et que d’autres, y’en a assez pour me plaire.

Et ce dont tu ne te rends même pas compte sont les sentiments de rage qui m’envahissent chaque fois je vous voies ensemble! Ce que j’essaie fort de cacher c’est la jalousie qui m’irrite chaque fois que tu lui prends la main! Ce que je ne veux pas que tu sache c’est que mon âme est débordée. Ce que je pretends avec persistance c’est qu’il n’y a rien dans mon cœur…

Mais c’est simplement hors de question que je fasse quoi que ce soit… j’agonise, je souffre, je me tords… tout en silence, tout en douceur… sans aucune mercie de ta part…

~Kim 64~

It’s funny when you find that special someone,

Someone that makes you feel

absolute

Someone that always seems to make you forget the world around you,

Someone that makes everything in your life finally make sense.



I carry her with me in my heart
She is everywhere I go, everything I see

All was perfect
Our love, our relationship, was inaccessible
Like a fairytale she managed to sweep me off my feet in an instant
With her eyes, she conquers me
One touch is all it took to make me plead for more
With a kiss I melt
However, with this love came blindness
Blindness off everything around us, blindness of reality
Blindness that hid the fact that nothing can be perfect

Months of living in my own dream
Suddenly, with no warning everything fell apart
The disappointment dwelled within me
Our hopes and dreams crushed through an instant
Our differences overcame us
Difference in beliefs

It’s funny when you find that special someone,
A unique girl in whom you believe you can not live without
A precious star you can’t stop thinking about
It’s funny when you find that special someone you have been longing for, and yet unwittingly loose her in an instant.

~Liquid~

Touching the shore of Eve’s wild island
Is a ship whose horn quivers the landscape
The midday sun sends the molten metal
Into the shallow depths of the sea
Waves are lapping rhythmically
As if to cool the crimson shore
Instead they build up constructively
Alas, the physics had some prophecy
The rise and fall is calling a forgotten storm
At first a whisper, and then a scream
A pulse propagates and flings the ship
Unto a peak, so violently it flattens
Trees into fields that stretch and fold
For miles and boundaries untold
Until a calm soft breeze takes over
From above, it sends the fire down below
To keep the Mother warm where there
Is but darkness to keep the ignorant blind
And the passionate safe

By Ava S.

Touching the shore of Eve’s wild island
Is a ship whose horn quivers the landscape
The midday sun sends the molten metal
Into the shallow depths of the sea
Waves are lapping rhythmically
As if to cool the crimson shore
Instead they build up constructively
Alas, the physics had some prophecy
The rise and fall is calling a forgotten storm
At first a whisper, and then a scream
A pulse propagates and flings the ship
Unto a peak, so violently it flattens
Trees into fields that stretch and fold
For miles and boundaries untold
Until a calm soft breeze takes over
From above, it sends the fire down below
To keep the Mother warm where there
Is but darkness to keep the ignorant blind
And the passionate safe © Sinsong


By Ava S.

Once again, my brain is functioning on the wrong side of common logic…

There’s a me that is the hardcore of moral values and would step on my heart not to cross a boundary. And there’s the other me that lost focus like a school girl smitten in a teenage crush!

There’s a me that wants to go back to the day before I met you and skip every second I spent with you. And there’s the other me that wants to stay around you, swallow the pride and enjoy those little sparkle butterflies that twirl in my stomach every time you throw a spontaneous look toward me.

There’s a me that believes if my life was a movie, I would be the “bad guy” that should be expelled to the island of green beasts and unforgivable sinners. And there’s the other me that believes if my life was really a movie you would see how much I want to give you and how much I’m longing to take off the load of pain I see in your eyes… And we would run off together to the island of make believe.

There’s a me that’s so petrified of my eager eyes telling on me and destroying my little image in your perspective. And there’s the other me that’s so petrified that you will never see me and I’ll just die one day soon without you knowing how I really see you.

There’s a me that’s wondering which wall I should bang my head into to wake myself up from these vibes of stupidity. And there’s the other me that’s wondering which wall I should draw your face on with a big “I like you” signature beneath it.

There’s a me that wishes to take the constant given advice from everyone around me and turn it into a “straight ticket to heaven” prayer. And there’s the other me that wishes God and all the heavenly angels are on my side just this time around!




I dedicate this to you and the other you knowing that I will never have either…

Don’t worry the first me wins every time but you will always be everything I want in a girl.

Jexy

Twisted thoughts and beautiful lies
No soothing faith for my rebel soul
Your smell travels a million miles
And passes through my 10 feet wall

I shut my eyes and dwell in dreams
To “think exist” you in my room
When everything within me yields
You’re almost real in this gloom

Blurry and warm…moving closer
Triggering a chill down my spine
The sun is coming up…it’s over!
Night…is the only time you’re mine…

Hope I get to catch the sun and keep it in a jar…very soon

~~~Jexy

What a smurf’s moment of Madness :

Paint it black, paint it white,
Paint it to represent our right,
Make it red, make it blue,
Make it remind me of you.

Butter skin, oh butter skin,
You are the greatest sin,
Melting eyes and pantyhose,
Makes us friends but makes us foes.

Flower dress you smell so pure,
Hooked on you there is no cure,
Poison to the skin and heart,
Addiction cautioned from the start.

Women, women everywhere,
Where oh where should I stare?
Legs or chest? I cannot decide,
Which one would be a smoother ride?

Rainbow color from head to toe,
I heart women, that I know,
In the end girls just rock,
Yea I’m gay, are you shocked?

Smurf