My mind simmers—
a volcano,
waiting.
Maybe it erupts,
maybe it just holds,
a silent threat behind every blink.
It takes everything—
to stay still,
to not burst
when no one else feels the fire
licking the edge of my thoughts.
Decisions burn before they’re made—
Is it right?
Am I right?
Will this moment
become another
mess to clean
alone?
Life spills like paint
no one asked for—
a blur of colors no one sees
the same way I do.
And in the haze,
I wish—
not for answers,
just for someone
who sees the smoke
and stays.
Someone who doesn’t ask
why it’s so loud in my chest.
Someone who doesn’t try to fix it
but sits beside the lava
like it’s sunlight.
Just once,
I want to erupt
and not be left
in ash.
The urge to disappear.
Fall off into a volcano
Erupt and saturate the surrounding land.
Suffocate myself quickly in sand.
repossess my life and leave this empty, broken shell.
This is goodbye.
There is no hand left to wave -
in the background,
I hear the bells.
Ding, ding, welcome to our final resting place.
A beauty is a thing erupt desire
Lustrous of thousand ants arise
A fallen leaf no commands need from trunk
The water breath no practice of sink
The bawdy bald is sphere of lust and crave
Afresh and water lake around ants thrive
Mundane, by cry of fresh is clear crystal
amidst cactus a bald is wild petal
reflect a friend of sun in lake of bald
As clear as hands of Gogh and colour word
Let not the friend of sun float cre'ate glimpse
Let the bald clear silent to taste ******
Dead notes of mus'cal box is fail the rhythm
The bald of Chaos music with rings make rhythm
Sound that never taste beloved of hands
With bald the beauty of lust beloved taste glands
calamine lotion
phisohex soaks, itchy ooze
poison ivy hell
~ ~ ~
Johnson's Paste Wax (floors)
wooden spoon on knuckles: smack!
wash dishes. repeat.
~ ~ ~
round dent in hall wall
from my head... demonstrative
daily reminder
~ ~ ~
recurring nightmares
chased, wolf snapping at my back
there is no escape
~ ~ ~
bare skin, willow whips
forced to eat raw onions
run away? tried. failed.
~ ~ ~
when company came
She laughed and called me her maid.
never good enough
~ ~ ~
fingernails pinch ear
dragged down hall: Make your bed right!
childhood memories
Trump Was Corrupt and He Did Erupt
Again, Trump we would have to interrupt;
Searched records finding out he is corrupt,
Records disseminated;
Surely incriminated,
And just like Vesuvius had started to erupt.
Jim Horn
Approaching my magic 5,555.
Erupt and Corrupt
He was belligerent and rather abrupt;
With much emotion he would erupt;
Not well-kept,
And also inept;
He and his character were both corrupt.
Jim Horn
Did end up doing something corrupt.
Feeling come, feelings go. How are you Feeling?
Feelings well up from wells of emotions deep within the psyche
Feelings are emotional responses to happenings, reflections and expectations.
You may feel sad, angry, happy, depressed, frustrated, elated, ecstatic.
But what are feelings and why do we become aware of them?
Emotions are physical, instinctive and hard-wired.
You see a lion you get scared.
Seeing something funny makes you happy.
There are just seven basic emotions:
Fear, Anger, Sadness, Joy, Disgust, Trust, Anticipation.
Feelings are mental associations and reactions to an emotion
Feelings are personal, and well up from emotional experiences.
There are more than 3,000 feelings, for just 7 emotions.
How you feel is a response to an emotion or happening.
It is something personal to you, and may differ enormously with time and circumstances.
Different people also have different feelings to the same emotion.
The lesson is that you can control and modify how you feel
So, How are you Feeling? How do you want to Feel?
Egos Constantly Erupt
There was much circumstance and pomp
And over people always did like to romp
Much and miserable make many lives being
Up from problems need to be freeing.
.
Instead of all this having been enlightening
When I looked found it to be frightening
Of many things we were not aware
All sadness he did cause and despair.
Also what some people have proposed
A segment may be diametrically opposed
Constantly criticizing as well as complaining
Not adding further additional explaining.
People are consumed with a premonition
What we will need is much ambition
To meet each goal and get them done
Instead of thinking you are the only one.
Egos constantly erupt here and there
Causing much trouble with despair
If together we don't transmit our act
Will lose attention and it does detract.
Jim Horn
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“You Erupt”
Slowing down to allow your body to come down from your ******
Feeling your muscles relax so I may continue my thrusts
Looking into those hazel eyes I can see the willingness to continue
I reach my lips to yours so that I may feel their softness on mine
Being you are new to the art of love making I pick your body up off the bed
I have you place your hands firmly against the wall with your back facing me
I step up behind you and place my organ into your awaiting warmth
Easily sliding in, with your juices flowing freely, you moan in pleasure
Placing my hands upon your hips I begin to move into you faster and faster
Holding nothing back I continue to drive into you with pure adrenaline
Your moans get louder as the feeling of ecstasy overwhelms your entire body
I slow down just enough so that I may kiss your back, your neck, and your lips
You moan into my mouth as your head is turned awkwardly facing me
The sweetness of your tongue, the softness of your lips, the simplicity of loving
Knowing you are nearing another climax I begin to once again pump faster
The feeling is to pleasurable and once again you erupt, releasing your sweet honey
The wall is painted white.
There are streaks of a mildewy grey,
but you can only see them
in the light.
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