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Pervy_Sage
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I fear the quiet.
If loneliness is the Boogie Man
Then the quiet is Evil Incarnate.
It stalks me,
And taps me on the shoulder,
Leaving sprinkles of icy malevolence
That trickle down my shirt
Until they reach my heart.
I fear the quiet,
So I fill my head
And heart
With the kind of noise that
Keeps me insane.
Cause sanity breeds salient thinking...
And I might fall apart.
I fear the quiet.
Thus, I keep coming back to lit...
Thirsting for notifications
From my phone
To distract me from the dreaded
Quiet.
I know how you feel.
I fear the quiet.
If loneliness is the Boogie Man
Then the quiet is Evil Incarnate.
It stalks me,
And taps me on the shoulder,
Leaving sprinkles of icy malevolence
That trickle down my shirt
Until they reach my heart.
I fear the quiet,
So I fill my head
And heart
With the kind of noise that
Keeps me insane.
Cause sanity breeds salient thinking...
And I might fall apart.
I fear the quiet.
Thus, I keep coming back to lit...
Thirsting for notifications
From my phone
To distract me from the dreaded
Quiet.
If it so happens
That I’m not around as much
Or even disappear,
Don’t worry. Don’t fret,
Or waste a single thought for me.
I always make a return.





I fear the quiet.
If loneliness is the Boogie Man
Then the quiet is Evil Incarnate.
It stalks me,
And taps me on the shoulder,
Leaving sprinkles of icy malevolence
That trickle down my shirt
Until they reach my heart.
I fear the quiet,
So I fill my head
And heart
With the kind of noise that
Keeps me insane.
Cause sanity breeds salient thinking...
And I might fall apart.
I fear the quiet.
Thus, I keep coming back to lit...
Thirsting for notifications
From my phone
To distract me from the dreaded
Quiet.
You know me. Even if it takes years, I still come back. Lol

I so feel this. That quiet, the void that you can’t seem to fill....”when the hole’s big enough there’s no filling it. It just becomes a part of you.”
We'll leave the light on for you!!![]()
I may not be your cup of tea,
But I’m a damn good cup
Of coffee.
Brown skin filled
With caffeine to make you dream
Of the drip, drip, droplets
Of my percolating behaviors.
One sip, one savor,
Take two, you’re addicted..
My aftertaste is sweet,
But my after touch is wicked.
Sense the notes of something different?
My roast is just a bit bent,
Pent
Up cravings released
Like endorphins
When your taste buds explode
After inhaling my....scent.
Not to mention that..umm...
Whipped.....you know.
I understand that I’m too weak for some
And too strong for others
But I’m just right for those
With a discriminating preference
For a clever, wordy gentleman
With just the right notes of deviance
And another, unidentifiable flavor
That will keep you coming back..
(Wait did I spell that right ?)
And you’ll be on your back,
And your side
And your floor
And your wall...
Hell....just....this night take awhile.
But again....
I might not be your cup of tea.
That’s fine.
I’m still a damn good cup of coffee.
Chillygirl....coffee??
You are definitely a delicious cup of coffee![]()
People often
Look at me and think
That I’m King Goldfinger,
That everything I touch
Turns to gold.
But when I look at me,
All I see
Are the trails of weeds
Lining the paths
I’ve wandered.
This discrepancy
Baffles me.
Maybe I should
Change
The mirrors
That I look in.

You should change that mirror because that's not you at all, Pervy!![]()
When we continually give our light and what sustains to others along the way, it’s easy to see those shining as they walk away from us but only darkness within.
There is a light within you though.
Sometimes shining bright.
Sometimes an ember.
You think you go unseen.
But it’s impossible to ignore.