Name: Classified Information
Location: Detroit, MI
Age: 17
Website/audios/pics: I'm too self-conscious
Personal Info: (ethnicity: afrikan born in america, writing style: young and inexperienced, favorite things: life, love, peace, blessings, knowledge, wisdom, That 70s Show, Who or what inspired you to write: My fourth grade teacher Ms. Goetter (pronounced Getter))

I want to post something old, because right now I'm still struggling with brain constipation.

Aries Glare

that fire is there beneath your placcid exterior,
i feel it radiating,
soul stirring, life creating,
burning stares penatrate me as deeply and easily as anything,
strip me naked, shivering in the cold,
i'm trapped outside of your heart,
begging to be let into the warmth,
ignored and tortured so effortlessly and completely,
you dissect me with your being,
and i put the whole of my essence into seeing,
what isn't there,
you leave me there alone, bleeding bitter tasting blood, then return as if nothing happened, ready to cool me with your touch,
freeze me with that aries gaze,
somehow my version, isn't nearly as potent,
it seems though we both share a sign,
we can't read each others,
passing each other by continually,
experiencing other's when we should just be by ourselves,
it's that gaze that keeps you aloof and trying too hard to hold back,
and it's that gaze that keeps me saying and doing things i don't mean to,
that gaze that convinces you that i'm not feeling the way that i do,
that gaze that has us shielding our hearts,
even from each other,
i wish i wasn't this way, that you weren't either,
that we could return to that january day,
when we first locked eyes,
and experienced consideration,
and contemplation, elation, manifestation of careful infatuation,
when no one was missing in action,
when i didn't know you were an aries,
and i thought of myself,
as a cancer