In my dreams
We're running the streets
Kissing on roof tops
Lighting fires
Leaning on walls
body heat
Hips aligned
Hands exploring
Lightning strikes
And my dreams
Are much more bitter
And sweeter
We go deeper
The blood runs warmer
You make it rain
And we go there
But I'm feeling cold now
And you offer your jacket
It hurts like a bruise I can't stop touching
I feel like crying
But I can't refuse it
Cause then you'd know
You'd know
That in my dreams
You wake up in my bed
A cup of coffee
A kiss against the kitchen counter
We can't stand against the tide
We stand to lose everything
But we surrender
And we do it over and over again
– R. K. –
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TransforMay Days 1 - 3 " Humble Origins"
Our most recent Optimus - Orion Pax from TF:One - admiring the origins of his character - the original G1 Optimus Prime toy!
Wrote this little poem to go along with it:
Before him stood a little toy
built from plastic and alloy.
Impressed, young Pax proclaimed in glee:
"This tiny creature looks like me!"
Little did our soldier know,
that soon he too will learn and grow.
Optimus Prime his name shall be
and hope will be his legacy.
Find this post on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55659586
And the collection for my Prompt List where hopefully soon others will upload their stuff aswell ^-^
https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Bwans_TransforMay_2024
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When I wake up it's September
My makeup all over your sheets, do you remember?
Your chest with my red lips pressed in the center
Your hand grips my hip, my breast, I'm ember
We ignite, one more for the road
My fingers write on your skin, an invisible ode
The night cleans up your act with a shower
Your flight's leaving in an hour
Everything's wrong and everything's right
You hold me tight and say thanks for tonight
I keep it together, bite my tongue
Holding back tears feels like a collapsing lung
I try to think of something concrete
And find a focal point at my feet
I think my Nikes look too clean
Next to yours, dirty white with the green
World is turning, tilting off its axis
Are you burning, watching me run after taxis
Taking off flight in the rain
Keeping it tight, they'll never hear me explain
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Came across a horribly transphobic post and decided to try my hand at blackout poetry because fuck that person.
If you're sapphic or queer, you're amazing and I love you. If you're trans or nonbinary or anything else that makes you a gender freak I love you. If you're still figuring yourself out I love you.
Be your gay and freaky little self and fuck everyone else who disagrees with your existence.
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