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In this Universe
In this universe I’m unhappy
It 11:12 and I just made a wish
I wished to see you again
You know what’s odd about what you did? One thing I still can’t explain?
How you did it.
How did you set my heart into flames when you grabbed my hand
After that it was all light and beauty
Only to burn me up alive a permanent hole in my soul
My heart is starting to look like cheese the kind with all the holes
Sometimes I see those things that made my soul this way
I start to feel the ache of wanting that lonely place in my soul to be gone again
I’ve tired to do it
Reach back out get you back
Do anything within my power to please get my soulmate back
But you turned your back a long time ago
And that’s okay because I know that if I ever get enough money to move
One day I’ll forget you
Then others I’ll find the little things that remind me of you
And on occasion I’ll wake up to a dream with you or is that just you reminiscing too?
In this Universe we aren’t together
At least not right now
Maybe Sooner Than We Think
You got me daisies for prom, yellow and white and unexpected
We’re still teenagers yet together we watch the future start to loom
Right now all we can do is make promises and swear on our lives
I promise someday I’ll pick out towels for the bathroom with you
I swear someday we’ll choose a couch that reminds us of these days;
The lazy ones filled with spontaneous kisses and “I love you”s
Our apartment will be home to all things that ever meant home,
Your rocks and my rocks alike
Someday, we’ll have a place to ourselves
A couple of rooms where everything is finally alright
A bouquet waits for us, colorful and alive in our new kitchen
My Heart
It hangs precariously from a single digit on your left hand. A fragile thread keeping it aloft as it shifts restlessly in a breeze. I presented that broken and wrongly-bloodied mess to you in the form of a confession. It was a guilty admission that I had done something terribly cruel to myself. I trusted you to care for it. Then this? This is the treatment it receives? It does not even rest in your palm. I had expected for you to treat it with a little more care and respect, to treat it better than I have, but no. You could not even offer me the courtesy of holding it responsibly, so that if it falls and breaks, it is your fault. So that I can blame you instead of the winds.
Those arteries and veins and muscles that pumped life through me; I gave them to you because you had me fooled that you could care for them better than I; That you could keep the blood as red and pure as wine; That you could keep it from spilling time and time again; And from creating a new, harder to clean, deep red stain on the carpet of my bedroom.
A bedroom is a god's domain. You would know. A space that should be worshipped and treated as if it is a church or a temple. Each time you spill blood in my bedroom you taint my life like no other can. Because I gave my heart up to you in a blinding haze of unusual affection and compassion that has driven me mad ever since.
I hope that next time you are careless and my heart breaks a little more in consequence, you are reminded that the lost blood will follow you. That my tragedy does not exclusively lead to me anymore. Your footsteps leave their prints behind in the same horrifying deep red.
There's a strange peace that comes with spending time with someone dear in the later hours of the day. Tranquility that can only be found when with the people that matter most, and still, only on occasion. I admire your form as if it is the last thing I will see before I become blind. Because it's the only thing worth seeing when time is running short like this.
The way you are around me makes me feel as if you believe the same. You keep things that matter to you close still, yet make me an important fixture in this moment.
Lulu’s Secret Desires by Veronika (Nika) Jensen www.facebook.com/lulus.secret.desires
Lulu’s Secret Desires by Veronika (Nika) Jensen www.facebook.com/lulus.secret.desires
Sometimes it scares me... The fact, that you seem to love me more than I love myself. I know, I should be happy, but I'm left wondering, will I ever see myself this way?
- Lulu's Secret Desires, VJ
DANCE || Lulu’s Secret Desires by Veronika (Nika) Jensen www.facebook.com/lulus.secret.desires
Lulu’s Secret Desires by Veronika (Nika) Jensen www.facebook.com/lulus.secret.desires
ANGELS || Lulu’s Secret Desires by Veronika (Nika) Jensen www.facebook.com/lulus.secret.desires
Lulu’s Secret Desires by Veronika (Nika) Jensenwww.facebook.com/lulus.secret.desires
Darkness inviting me To Wonderland My eyes closed Lips wet and open Whispering your name. I have gone mad Hands caressing My own body Fast and slow Soft and firm. Moon light flirts gently With my female curves Magical darkness Leads me to roads With no destination. Only desire and curiosity Of what is awaiting me What’s gonna happen When I call for you And out of the darkness You come alive?.. ~ Lulu © Lulu’s Secret Desires
© Lulu’s Secret Desires by Veronika (Nika) Jensen www.facebook.com/lulus.secret.desires
Leaning down To the place you’ve been Searching for your scent And your fingerprints Holding to the memory Of our magic night Moaning to each single touch Screaming on the inside. Lips repeat your name Pinned down to the wood Gosh! I love you so Like I knew, I would! My body is an instrument In your steady hands You find the tangents out in me I didn’t knew, I had. But even love songs come to end Until the next is sung I’m leaning down to where you’ve been And searching for your scent. ~ Lulu © Lulu’s Secret Desires
© Lulu’s Secret Desires by Veronika (Nika) Jensen www.facebook.com/lulus.secret.desires
© Lulu’s Secret Desires by Veronika (Nika) Jensen www.facebook.com/lulus.secret.desires
you know what? kindness does exist bcs i exist and im a sweetheart.
This monologue is really something else. His voice and acting are incredible. This adaptation is also wayyy more sexual than i thought a 1800s Play could be.
One of the most beautiful passages in theatre history...fight me!
“I love you, I need you, I want you. I go to sleep thinking about you and wake up with your voice winding through my head, I look at you and I can’t focus, the whole world shimmers, I’m ashamed, I’m angry, I’m in love, I’m mad, I’m happy, I’m dead, I’m alive, I’m stupid, I’m tongue-tied."
- Cyrano de Bergerac adapted by Martin Crimp
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