I’m Not a Bloody Playtime Pool

Drown

Painted by Brian Kirhagis

You wanted to be let in,
into the flow of my emotions,
into the depths of my feelings.
Why do you want to leave now?
Oh!
You have your life to live now?

I asked if you could swim
and you said “yes”,
you’d do anything to get in.

Is it too cold for you now?
Is my water too dirty for you,
too contaminated for your soul?
Do your lifeguards want you out now?

Were you looking to find fishes in me,
to feed them and keep them for your use?
Are you disappointed that there are none?
Do you wish that I was more salty?
Have you found a different water?

Why don’t you talk to me?
I don’t want you out of me;
your presence satisfies me.
I am so used to you;
I don’t know what to do.

You can’t just make me trust you
and then mess up.
Cum, tears, sweat, blood, pee;
how do I separate all of you from me?

You see, this is the kind of shit that…
*whew!*
…this is the kind of stuff
that gets motherfuckers drowned.
I’m not a bloody playtime pool.

I’m a sea.

-Yemoja 

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Don’t Be So Trusting III

Some of those who stand beside you
may not stand with you,
especially when you need them to.
They’ll stand by and watch you,
but they won’t stand by you.

Be careful.

Wild Thoughts

Make me your trinity:
Treat me like your mum;
listen to me and respect me.
Treat me like your best friend;
talk to me and trust me.
Treat me like your baby;
love me and pamper me.

Beautifool

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Painted by Konstantin Razumov

Do they have beautiful faces
but ugly minds?
Well, you can call them beautifools.

They only make friends with Mirrors-
friends who don’t care about the soul,
friends who don’t care about the real self,
vain friends who are as blind as bats.

Why do I call them Mirrors?
Mirrors only tell you how beautiful you look;
they don’t tell you how beauty-full you are.

Beautifools place mirrors in their bags,
and walk with mirrors by their sides.
They only see what they want to see
and hear only what they want to hear.

True beauty lies in the heart;
don’t be a beautifool,
and don’t make friends with one.

Even if you are not full of beauty,
since no one is,
be yourself,
but be the best you that you can be.

True beauty comes from the heart;
through the mouth and the hands.
Let your beauty be perceived;
let your beauty be seen.

Your Royal Highness

I know that you are high on “we”ed;
you are with your gossip team.
Although you ought to be polite to me,
you don’t see the need.
Don’t smile at me when we’re alone;
you have done that deed.
Don’t speak to me in the garden;
you have sown that seed.

Who are Your Friends?

If they love to cry with you,
but find it hard to laugh with you,
but laugh at you,
they aren’t your friends.

If they love to laugh with you,
but find it hard to cry with you,
or wipe your tears,
they aren’t your friends.

If they love to cry and laugh with you,
but find it hard to be neutral with you,
to calm your fears,
and are only present when
there is a sad or happy extreme,
they are not really your friends.

Let’s Be Friends

Max Ginsburg: The Friends

Max Ginsburg: The Friends

I sincerely, deeply care about you;
I want to always be here, and there, for you.
In this world, where good friends are few,
I want to make this new experience true.
I want you to know, that I really do love you.

This is What Friends are For

To hold your hands and dry your tears,
to cheer you on as you strive to soar,
to reduce your worries and calm your fears,
these and more, are what friends are more.

Love Yourself

Feeling unloved is one thing,
feeling unlovable is another.
The latter is the very first
step to self-destruction.

When you begin to feel unlovable,
you stop loving yourself.

You can survive if other
people don’t love you,
but you can’t, if you don’t love yourself.

Frienemy

The enemy of your enemy is not automatically/necessarily your friend.