Your identity hidden, They can’t see you, So when they think you are hungry, They can’t feed you, You don’t come out and bike, You stay out of sight, Waiting, Pending, For the chance to resume, Begin normal, For normal you are not, A place sight unicorn, They haven’t caught onto.
Hi, It’z Jixi and I enjoy writing creatively fun series. I think am kind of good at it. Well here is my new series 8 BIT I hope a post or two land well in your day or mind.
8 BIT (the series) is a micro poetic flow of words and abstract meanings. 8 Bit is has a special meaning to me, for it’s on the border of fantasy and reality. How do we process information and what is our values and worth? I want you to think and figure out what means more in your life and what you can do without. Enjoy and keep on being awesome…
Why am I feeling this way, Thoughts engaging, Connecting bodies, Surpassing souls, Whole, Counting the angles, Playing with the designs, Jones, Folding cravings, Exploding within, Waiting, Do you accept?
Taste me, Satisfy me, Eat me, Now lick your lips, Was it worth it? Get a grip, Flavors bursting, Hurting any thoughts of stopping, Indulge in my everything, I want you to not be able to refuse, As I do, Leaving you trapped in this voodoo, What you trying to do, Scream or moan, Pick up the phone and call for help, Or invite someone else, To experience this intense mood, Who would have thought, Food could do the do, Please no sharing, It’s one person per feeding, Too much hands involved, It’s slim pickings, Just explore my insides and out, And explode in these cravings, To yours and my delight.
Deep inside I felt it’s true, The way I feel about you, Confused I was I must confess, That you were my best, My future, that should have been my present, Now my past, but it won’t be our last, The time we meet, See you soon, sweetie.