Though you are not God.
You hold me in a pedestal
and command me like some wave
to crash against your weary knees.
You harpooned every ounce of
restraint out of me on such whim.
Even a rebuttal isn’t a possibility to your midst.
You take my tongue out of my very mouth.
Not in a way, to serve better for such carnality,
But of that fleeting wisdom you sought gone.
You are the words I keep pouring out
into the open, dispensing all of you in an atmosphere
tampered by people worshiping mad geniuses.
You are the images I create on fire,
when my hands never did laid still on nights
sleep was just a feeble servant.
My world is a lacquered domain.
You spill your ideals on me,
And made me more stronger, resilient,
and best of all
you let me suffer and
be harden by my strength and pains
You created me. Mid-October. -s.p. (via mystrangesilhouettes)
James Deen (via youngfolksociety)
oh.. oh wow
lol that guy was a student at my college in fact , my classmate write a story of him in the same magazine we working on. The eye-catcher in the front page was ” James Deen- working hard” LMFAO