

The Bus StopFirst time you walked me home it was pouring cold autum rain.The Bus Stop
You didn`t have a sweater on, and I refused to leave you and you refused to take the earlier bus.
We`re both stubborn people.
When it was too cold, our bodies sloely started to gravitate around each other until we were hugging each other for warmth. My head was pressed against your chest, and I could hear the fast thump of your heart and how you shifted your body. I was completely aware how close our skin was and I closed my eyes thinking that we would hug many more times like this.


Gypsies, Angels and MargaritasI was sinking into my couch, nursing a margarita everything was the same as usual in the background Lou Reed sang out and I was happy with that Because Lou ReedGypsies, Angels and Margaritas
deserves to be heard when everythings quiet and ticking
the room was comfy because I liked my rooms comfy all side tables in place I sat down the margarita and from the window
Something
Someone
stepped in
and stared at me
messy brown hair the colour of wheats in the sun curling around her shoulders
and she was in all white


Before You Read OnBefore you read on, you should know; No this is no poem. Know this is moreso.. Well, I dont know. My feelingsBefore You Read On
wont show.
So I just smile to dress my gritted teeth Until noone sees what lies underneath-- Im naked, Im heartless, I can not bleed.
So Im juggling moods upon this swing Before someone catches authentic me; A fairy tale in reality.


Dear John,I found you Because you paid me to.Dear John,
Your words got stuck in my teeth And now I'm trying
To pick them out.
Mankind is kept alive
By the engine of sad little poems that pumps its
Cylinders tirelessly everyday and every night, By pop rabble commentaries that live and burn
Like cigarettes one breath of smoke at a time. Everyone knows at 20 years old
You can have the eyes of the world
And see the profound oblivion
Of the every day,
A patch work rainbow The ugly The beautiful Cascading nuances of the earth transposed
In


First Flame.The definition of beauty is you And every little thing that you do. I used to stare in your alluring eyes. I tried to fill my head with lies. Hiding my feelings deep inside.First Flame.
I often felt utterly dejected, sad. Because you were thought to be monstrous and bad. Perhaps they thought you were mad. But you were all I ever had.
Angels exist, it's true. In the past I never knew. They were false from my point of view. I believed their existence was untrue. Now I understand that they do. I have an angel to prove it too.
That angel is you.


it makes me nausiated.Feeling a bored levitational. Nothing inspire sensational. Art is boring. Especially Photo(&porn)graphy. Especially!! Nothing hits the spot. Lonesome Monogamy.it makes me nausiated.
I feel like some Sodomy. Sodomy in my mind. Sodomize Surrealize.
Succulenly Traumatize. Fuckulently Broadenize.
Create the own langwords. Lipsuckie oralmie. Pukie skankie. Annoy. DEPLOY. UnIMPRESSED. Continualstress. Stuckinsde. Cannot Coincide with my own termiefestated kind. IveLostMyMind. TheMindINeverHad. Cannotexist. Mustdie.
I lied. Oh don’t act surprised! I can and do not want to. Die that is. Bullshit to be.


TruthIt's a mystery why I ever caught your attention I never thought myself as beautiful as remarkable, as amazing and yet you tell me everyday I amTruth
So long a time I believed something so different ridiculed by many shunned by the rest
But now that I have you it is so much different my head once again held high showing who I really am
It doesn't matter what others think not anymore Your words are all I need your touch is all I feel My smile is only for you
Because when you tell me I'm beautiful r
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