

Pillow TalkPillow TalkPillow Talk
In a world that the visual medley is the bastard child of a bloodied sepia and schizophrenic black and white, the only escape, while minimal, is in my bed clutching onto a pillow. This pillow cannot judge me. This pillow cannot insult me, hurt me, or mislead me. On the other hand, it cant compliment me either. This pillow is my rock that I can slither under and wait for this fucking disgraceful world to end
-Peter Alexander Kuechler


FallingFalling through levels of attraction Faster than I would have thought I have been called by your heart's vocation And a new place in my heart, yours has wroughtFalling
Broken angel, my wings are yours Tears and blood smear your skin Too many closed doors But with me, one is open
My fingers hunger to run through hair My lips yearn to taste yours My arms ache to hold you with warmth to spare My heart longs to nurture yours
I am falling for you Will you take my hand, and fall for me too?


Guardian part 3With silent embraces And stolen gazes The look of love upon our faces Our own pressure of blood risesGuardian part 3
One cycle of the moon You have been mine and I have been yours And since has Cupid's arrow been as a harpoons Therefore, my affection pours
This love is ever-flowing As water from Aquarius' jar Constantly refreshing and nourishing And I value you as how far away is a star
Every minute I think of you And each time I know: I Love You


Guardian part 2The fair lady accepts my hand And with this symbolic action Our hearts shall only expand Surpassing ecstasy and satisfactionGuardian part 2
I am the sole caretaker of her heart To never falter or stumble This is not easy and it is an art But with her, I will never crumble
The paramount source that gives me strength Is knowing that she holds my heart too And its never something i have to think about at length That security always makes my endurance anew
A sacred duty to uphold hearts entwined Means that we shall never be maligned
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I draw wings because I believe people have the power to fly. I draw them on half-naked girls because I believe I'm a pervert.
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