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I Want Your Love, Not Your SexIt's like watching the world behind
  an observational mirror.

Crushes. Relationships. Sex. Marriage. Attraction.

Curious,
     it all seems to be.

I think you're beautiful. So beautiful.
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AcknowledgementDare you see me and not acknowledge me?
Dare you see me and not say a word?
Dare you see me and not apologize?
Dare you see me and not tell me why?

Dare you think that I am an idiot?
Dare you think that I don't understand?
Dare you think that I am content?
Dare you think that I am not upset?

Dare you leave me here?

Gently, pleaseCurled into your side
Staring into your eyes
Seeing the things we've done
Compared to what we have yet to do.

A smile
(your smile)
pulls me from my trance

And reminds me that this is

only
a
dream.

And that I'm just a silly girl with a silly heart.
(but perhaps a silly heart that is followed is better than ice--)

Because my heart was made of ice
And you melted it with that smile.
That smile.
And I could curse here, curse you for making me so rediculously happy--
(it distracts distracts distracts me)
But how could I condemn you for something like that
When you don't even realize you're doing it?

...

Love,

If I Die YoungIf I die young...

Don't cremate me.
I'm afraid of burning.
I don't want to be ash.

Don't bury me, either:
Wrap me up in warm clothes
And let me sink into the sea.

Don't give me flowers.
Give me the words you couldn't say
When I was still here.

Don't let me be forgotten.
Talk about me long after;
The good and the bad and the ugly.

Don't make me out to be perfect.
I made mistakes, so just remember
That all I wanted in life was to be loved.

Don't let my death steal your happiness.
I don't mind tears,
But let them be with smiles.

And don't let my love go to waste.
There's a collection of letters
To the one I love.

To w

Backwards Love?Would a tragedy,
Written backwards,
Tell a happy story?

No.

The lovers would always
Be kissing goodbye,
Never hello,
And always letting go,
Never holding hands.

First impressions
Would mean the last time
They see eachother.
And then they'll go on
With life, with no memory
Of the passion they'd had.

It's better to go out with love
Than to lose posession of it
And have no idea of the world
You would have known,
Had love been played backwards.

Does It Bother You?Did I stare?
Did I stutter?
Did I sound out of breath
When
I
asked
you
for
the
truth?

Stop. Think. Look.
Listen.

Just because you know the truth
Doesn't mean I want you to take advantage of it.
Of me.
Of everything I've trusted you with.

Because I see it, every time I bring it up.
I see you.
Your eyes are the same, you know.
But you'd laugh if I told you that.

You don't think I'm onto you, do you?
You haven't seen me in class.
How calculating
How decisive
How smart I really am.

If you saw me like that would you care?
Would you be able to see that I act the way I do based on convenience?
Or would you sto

And the Whole World Smiled.Someday I'll roam the mountains
The seas
The stars
And you'll wonder when I'll stop.

But, you see, there's something I'm looking for.
Faith.
Hope.
Somethingcalledlove.

Most people thing it strange for me to keep searching.
That I should settle down
And find someone who also believes in
Somethingcalledlove.

But it's funny
How much you can find in nature
When you see that all you love
Can be found in the elements around you.

And then you'll see.
Look around you.

There is love to be found
In the mountains
The seas
The stars
The forests
The desert.

It's a tumble down the rocks
And you're hanging by a thread.
You l

Insert a Witty Title HereI almost got hit by a car, you know.

Why? You ask. I know you're asking that, y'know. Not everyone would ask that, though. They'd exclaim "WHAT?!", not "WHY?!". You're just special like that. ...Or maybe I'm just imagining things again.

But the answer to both questions is, "I was thinking about you."

And here comes the blank stare and the "...What?"

Because, hey, guess what? I don't know if you'll ever read this. I don't know if I'll ever let you. Who knows, I might delete this five seconds after posting it. But on the off chance that you actually read this, you probably won't even know I'm talking about you.

...On the off chance that yo

Head-deskUGH.

IF THERE IS ONE THING I CAN'T STAND.
IT IS THIS.

So I finally come out and say it:
"Hey, I'm asexual, btw."

And what's the reply I get?

"Lol, Mariah, I'm pretty sure you can't produce genetically identical spawn from your ankle, just sayin'."

Proceed to informing them that, actually, Asexual means that you lack a sex drive and feel no lust for anyone of any gender; that I can love and be in love, but I can't lust or feel sexual attraction.

And proceed to head-desking again when my brother still thinks that there's no such thing as asexual even when my mom and I looked it up and proved him wrong.

When he finally accepted it, wh

Asexuality I am not in denial.

I am not a secret lesbian/gay.

I am not afraid of sex.

I am not a prude.

I am not a religios freak.

I am not hiding.

I am not constantly pleasuring myself.

I am not depressed.

I am not crazy.

I am not a freak.

I am not dead.

I do not have a creepy fetish.

I am not the result of a traumatic past.

I have not been raped.

I do not hate people.

I do give hugs/kisses.

I am not playing hard to get.

I am not looking for attention.

I am just not interested.

I am human.

I am asexual.

The Caterpillar and The Ladybug One day, a little ladybug met a kind, kind caterpillar.

This particular ladybug was small, smaller than the rest of her kind, all yellow, and single spotted. Sometimes she felt like she wasn't good enough to hand with the other ladybugs because of it. So when she saw the caterpillar eating his leaves, she wanted to talk.

"Hello Mister Caterpillar!" she said, flying over to where he sat. "Fine day, isn't it?"

The caterpillar smiled. "Hello Miss Ladybug, a fine day indeed. Tell me, what winds bring you my way?"

"Oh, it's no wind Mister Caterpillar," she replied. "I just wanted to talk, that's all. I don't get to talk a lot these days,

Love's RaceAll the lovers running into the sunset-
Determined to find their own happy ending-
Let's just walk.
Let them win this race-
We'll dance in their dust:
A victory of our own.

'Cause these hundred miles aren't the distance separating us-
It's the length that joins us together-
It's our world
Of love and laughter-
Of us.

The WorldI can't believe it.
I don't understand.
How can you think that this awful man,
Is your entire world, let alone your friend?
Please tell me,
Please explain.
He is your world?
Since when does the world turn its back on you?
When does it leave you high and dry in your time of need?
When does it exploit and use you?
Cheat and abuse you?
Since when does the world build you up,
just to knock you down?
When does it make you feel special,
just to pull the rug from beneath your feet?
How can it make you feel so cold on the hottest day?
So alone around all your friends?
What? Oh, you mean to say,
that IS what the world is like?
Cruel

Dear SisterDear Sister,

How are you?
No.
I mean how are you really?
Can you tell me?
Can you form those words?
Can you talk to me?
Like we're equals?
Or is that a dream of mine
that will have to be sacrificed?
I will always remember the days
when you were kind.
We were so young then
So, so young. Just caterpillars.
But as we grew older, you changed.
You wrapped yourself in a cocoon
and I could no longer reach you.
I don't know if anyone could.
But little did I know,
at the time,
that you were self destructing.
As I grew beside you,
I watched from the side lines
for that is where I was placed,
I said not one word.
For I was too

Physical Contact - Secret 03I hate it
I seriously hate it...

Whenever my bro is sleep over at my house, we spent awesome time together. She mocks me, but she isn't mean like others. I know that she's always joking so I smile it off or hit it with yet another sarcastic joke.

But I hate it..

When we go to sleep
We sleep in same bed since it's freaking huge
There's always this empty space between us

I hate it...

I might just keep my eyes open for couple hours after she has fallen asleep
I might just stare at her or the ceiling above
And my all I'm able to think is..

That I need someone
I hate to feel this way..

People know me as a person who hates

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Cake

by ~SwordSamurai, Jun 14, 2012, 3:23:45 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

You are beautiful,
Golden and exotic
And I like you that way.
But you're so bad for me.

You've always been so sweet,
Always telling me that I could
Take as much of you as I want,
All the while killing me slowly.

But your kiss is delicious,
And my mouth screams more.
I oblige.
You taste better than I remember.

But you're going to hurt me
If I keep this up.

Don't get me wrong,
I tried to take the good with the bad at first.
But I started again,
Taking all of you, and relishing the flavor.

I've missed you but I didn't know it.
I forgot how good your taste was,
The salty and the sweet all in one.
I forgot what I was missing out on.

So, maybe I'll fall again sometime soon.
But for right now...
I think I'll have one more bite.
After all, Cake is delicious!

Cakeby ~SwordSamurai

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

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The awkward moment when I actually wrote this while eating Ramen Noodles...

But hey, I wouldn't cheat on Cake! Honest! (But Ice Cream is so good, too...)

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~TiaTitan Aug 10, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Up until the line about salty and sweet, I thought this was about cake. I'm glad you went to the cake in the end, it made me feel better about having a cake addiction, too. It's better for you than Ramen Noodles, so there's nothing wrong with having more

~SwordSamurai Aug 17, 2012

Haha, it actually IS about cake, but Ramen Noodles are legitimately the only food I will eat to feel better when I'm having a crappy day. And I put 'salty' and sweet because my favorite cakes actually taste sorta salty. But that's okay.

And yup, Cake is DELICIOUS! (I like it better than Ramen, but Ramen takes the cake, no pun intended, when I'm in need of deliciousness that actually counts for a meal.)

~TiaTitan Aug 18, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

oh oops, haha I thought you were talking about Ramen Noodles and then cake. Ramen Noodles are yummy though...they're not exactly healthy, haha but they are good