

Intoxicated With LoveAwake just looking at her beautyIntoxicated With Love
As the sun leaks through the blinds. Thinking about poetry that can be written. How words cannot describe feelings, But love thrives to give them meaning.
And as I lay upon the grass
Watching cigarette smoke float by I close my eyes And just smile under the cloudy sky.
People walking along, Kids making noise, Even alcohol's intoxication Cannot distract the content
From this face’s expression.


A Brief Spell of ThoughtA Brief Spell of ThoughtA Brief Spell of Thought
The red hair I see Through a cloud of smoke.
The smile which greets me As I approach.
A soft kiss on tender lips.
The clasping of a warm hand Around one that is cold.
Handcuffing comfort over my soul.


For Your Nineteenth For Your NineteenthFor Your Nineteenth
I could not compose a song. Fingers frayed away, away.
I could not sing to serenade. Voice numbed with pain.
I could not paint a landscape. Eyes have lost sight.
I could not hold the earth’s rotation. Freezing this moment in time.
Without all this I do decree. That I must show you. What you mean to me.
How your gentle touch and firm grasp Lend my fingers strength they need.
How your laughter and tears Allow my voice to sing.
How your smile and gorgeous eyes Ar


Perfect People always seem to have things to say about you. Untidy. Disheveled. Scrawny. Awkward. Gawky. Lots of other things, too; many not nearly as nice as those listed. Certainly, no one has ever called you beautiful—and you aren’t. You are a mess.Perfect
You have a nervous habit of constantly biting your nails (I myself think you’re manic, or maybe obsessive-compulsive), and the result is a disaster of red, bitten skin and ragged nails. When you write, you smear ink all over your fingers and wince at the pain, then suck at the wound, getting ink all over your mouth.
Your shoes are always untied.
No mat
submit mooooooooooooooooooore
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"A spirit with a vision is a dream, with a mission" ~ Neil Peart
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Bite Me
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"A spirit with a vision is a dream, with a mission" ~ Neil Peart
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Bite Me
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