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Make them have to come haul you away in a straight jacket. It’ll be funny. The hospital is pretty nice. The walls are soft, they give you cookies and juice, and the meds make you feel great.
Original Lyrics
Somewhere there’s music, How faint the tune Somewhere there’s heaven, How high the moon
There is no moon above When love is far away too, ‘Till it comes true That you love me as I love you
Somewhere there’s music,⠀ It’s where you are Somewhere there’s heaven,⠀ How near, how far⠀
The darkest night would shine⠀ If you would come to me soon Until you will, how still my heart, How high the moon
how dare i take you by lascivious force boss you around play the pirate, tie you up treat you roughly as my possession force upon you my will make you drink from my cup⠀
for then, you would not be free to do as you like i’d be a curse for you to endure and whatever then would you do?⠀
how dare i worship you as a goddess, divinity’s source respect your opinions hear your voice let you run free give you space and respect yield to your whims whatever your choice⠀
for then, you would not be attracted to me no desire, masculine, primal passion no naughty novelties, obscene, obscure and whatever then would you do?⠀
how dare i stay the middle course walk the fine line weigh situations, each independent, with thoughtful care read moods, assess accordingly to act whether i should listen or teach⠀
for then, tepid, neither cold nor hot is how you’d find me indecisive, wavering weak and spineless, insecure and whatever then would you do?
As Venus stations Retrograde in Scorpio, And Mercury enters the Shadow phase in the same sign
I ask myself, What could possibly Go wrong?
Something about Missing 100% of the Baseball hoops that you Never field goal into space
I suppose that if she were Reading this, It’d be easy enough For her to just Pretend she never Even saw it
Maybe it would Make her smile
And that’d be okay
There’s no harm in that, A simple compliment
Maybe she would even feel Safe enough, comfortable enough, To say that she appreciated it
Nothing dramatic would happen
She’d get to feel nice, I’d get to save face, We’d both go on about our lives
Or in the very Best case scenario, Maybe it would Make her feel So good
That she’d use That number
She’d text Or call
We could go out, Get to know each other
But I guess we’ll never know, Because I’m far too smart To do something as stupid As post this
Online, ⠀ On the internet, Where everyone Could see it⠀
Not in this impossible-to-navigate Modern world, where there’s No such thing as an appropriate Time or place to flirt with a girl ⠀ I’d look like ⠀ A goddamn fool
No, I’m just gonna Play it safe Treat this like a Private journal entry
Sifu would make us do things like Get into horse stance With heavy dumbbells In each hand
He would casually walk over To the stereo and put on A Steely Dan song, One of the long ones, Like “Bodhisattva”
We had to do curls in this position Until the song was finished
Four minutes and fifty seconds Of pure agony
When I took Muay Thai kickboxing (I was training under my brother), We had to do fireman carries Of other students over our shoulders
Testing for my arm band (Kind of like a belt in Karate) I did classes four times that week, In Muay Thai and Jiu Jitsu,
Plus two private lessons with Kru
Then, on the night of the test, We did close to a hundred pushups, As well as burpees, wall-sits, and Other sadomasochistic insanity
And after all that, Only then Did we take our tests
Sparring against Other students, and Each of the instructors
We walked through fire
You sharpen steel Against stone
Some understand The rigors of training,
The years of martial arts or
The endless struggle Of bootcamp
Pushing Exerting Moving further Than you believed You were capable of going
And then, there are those who Pitch a fit if you ask them To take out the trash Or wake up a half-hour Earlier than usual
II.
Unless you have worked all day In a field, or grown a vegetable garden,
Then you do not understand Where food comes from
Unless you have tied your own Fishing line, baited the hook yourself With a live, wriggling minnow, Worm, or cricket, Caught the fish, Scaled it, chopped the head off, Gutted it, and cooked it yourself,
You cannot say that you Know how to provide food
Unless you have crawled Out of bed at 3 or 4 am, Put on long johns, Several pairs of socks, and other Heavy winter gear, Trudged out into the Dense bramble and thorns Of the woods, Climbed up into a tree stand, Sat there motionless and Absolutely quiet For the entire day, Stared blearily through the twilight fog At the deer who came out to forage, Aimed, fired, climbed down, Dragged that dead deer through the dense Thorns, branches, and brambles, Loaded it up into the truck, Taken it home, Hooked up the carcass to a hoist winch, Raised it high up in the air, cutting it open Spilling the entrails all over the ground, Skinning it, harvesting the meat, then you Stored the meat and Disposed of the guts, and then you Cooked that meat yourself…
You mustnot allow yourself To believe that you are a hunter
Unless you have been in At least one fight In which you could have Literally died, Not just metaphorically,
You are not a warrior
IV.
Unless your stack of handwritten journals Reaches up to your ankle Or higher,
You are not self-aware
Unless the stack of Books that you’ve read (Not merely purchased, but read) About personal growth and Communication skills and Emotional regulation Reaches all the way up To your knees Or higher
Then don’t you dare ever say That you’re “doing the work”
Unless you can move Through an entire day Without speaking a single word To anyone, for any reason, And do so without complaint
Don’t say that you possess Discipline or self-control
V.
Some people understand What it truly means
To push the envelope To exert themselves beyond exhaustion To grow farther and faster Than they ever believed They were capable of growing
And then, there are those who Scream or pout If you challenge them To stop telling Childish lies
Or you ask them For a sincere Apology
People today Are soft, Spongy, and Weak
On every level
Physically, Mentally, Spiritually, Emotionally
Modern technology And a society of laws Protects them From every type of Minor discomfort
But the True world, ⠀ The one that is Underneath The polite veneer…
Author’s Note: I rarely do writing challenges. I think I’ve responded to maybe three total. This is a 15 Word Erotica challenge I did about a year or two ago.
On the surface, it seems I went lessovertly erotic with this, but within the context of how I heard about the challenge, it’s actually far more intense than it sounds.
But rather than explain that, I’ll simply leave your dirty minds to fill in the gaps however you want to.
