there is no fear here
Thursday, May 31, 2007
two men enter, one man does not care.
Life sucks as usual.
Things need to end... "soon".
All I know are mosquito's.
i am so tired of being sad
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A happy poem for my cousin.
The sun is shining big and beautiful like the balls of a well liked king for all his subjects to see.
A cartoon cat holds my hand and we skip off to a grassy hill full of cotton candy tree's and naked women all saying,
"Come over here Johnny."
Money and Lemon drops rain down from the blue, blue sky and our grins are so wide and shiny we blind every angel in heaven.
God winks and the pool party begins.
Such a life!
Blessed are thee
My pockets are as empty as my childish heart.
The water of my soul is placid with dark horrible things lurking just beneath the surface.
And worst of all, I have forgotten the comforts of a simple, ordinary kiss.
What have I done?
Where has all the resounding, uplifting hope gone?
Down the well with pennies and pitiful wishes kiddo.
Sitting in cold dark water.
Breaking the ice
I have found you in the same room we both had thought empty.
Searching for our demon's, that have all been long gone for some time.
In the darkness we touch one another's face and feel something all to familiar.
A face wet with tears and mouths turned down into faces given way to disdain and sorrow.
Let me hold you for a moment.
Let me softly kiss those lips.
All selfish I assure you, as I am starved for human interaction.
We don't have to say anything.
Not a single word.
I understand this burden all to well.
Let me lighten that load as I shrug free from mine.
Dream with me tonight.
And lift this curse from one another as though it had forgotten to exist.
sleepytime
Rest this head on pillows.
Close those tired eyes and melt into this shared darkness.
Hold me tight and don't let go.
And, I swear to do the same...
I will not lose you.
Meet me in the middle of a pleasant dream.
Goodnight.
Boo!
Answer: Captain PirateFace
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it keeps the walls
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— Charles Bukowski
1 comment:
ur sadness breaks my heart
sheri
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