Anonymous said: Whats your type? (Girl)

Well I wouldn’t say I really have one. I’m into both girls and guys, and I never know who might attract me. I just fall for whoever I fall for. I have the potential to love most anyone, which makes me lucky I suppose.

I want you to rage

Burn the laughter right out of them,

And lick the flames as they rise off their tongues

Wait until they’ve turned wood to ash

One last display of destruction

As is their way

Skin to blackened, cheshire smiles

Like bark, peeled from pale trees 

Like scabs, torn from shredded knees

Smear some soot on your face, my friend

Lay on that armor thick 

Leave no quivering lower lip, 

Unprotected

Rage softly

Rage loudly

Rage bruises, shame, and cloudy days

Rage proudly

Rage sadly

And please, rage gladly

Stand

Or sit

But so far as you can be burnt

Rage

- H

Just me and you

And the moon, sheathed in silvery blue

Just the tides of my body 

Drawn side to side 

With the swing of your hips

And the sweet light blown through your lips

Just me and you

And the stars so few

Just the dance of the wind

Over wisps of hair

Risen with the fall of the sun

For your touch, as you run and run and run

Just the lonely waves

Just the wail of dried riverbeds  

Just me without you

Just me and the moon

- H.

The thing about being bisexual is that men and women do not have the same attractions.

When I think of loving and being loved by a woman, I imagine sunshine and pouring rain, softness, long looks into bright eyes, luscious skin beneath pressed fingers. Pure, sweet laughter, midnight swims, flying, warm kisses. Gentle, but intense. I imagine love with a man as strong hands, sharp, hot breaths, dark green forests, spinning until you get dizzy. Fists in hair, stretching muscles, thick fog, wind and stubble. Raw and deep. 

So entirely different, but both so very enticing.

You will never fly

So at the height of my freedom

You have gathered your chains

You cannot abide those with the courage to live

But I cannot be erased

I exist

Loudly

Undeniably

And without fear

Silence is a language I refuse to speak

Feel free to drown in the blackness of your own shame

I will not deprive you of what you seek to destroy

But I promise that you will hear my screams in whichever safe haven you choose to cower

My voice will follow, my voice will smile as you fall

My voice will echo in the sky

My thunder will strike you to the ground and my lightning will reveal you to the world

My voice will not die, even as my body crumbles

And I hope your ears bleed