I use to Love someone this way.
The End.
The End.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Rail Road Decisions.
3 trains.
Headed towards my direction, have come and gone without me.
Not waiting an extra second for me to make a decision.
I can't quite seem to build the courage to love you again.
To run off with this luggage to a new home that you've built for us while you were gone for so very long..
Here you are.
A year later.
At my door step
Wishing me back with no hard feelings.
As unexpected as your visit was, I've been waiting for you.
I've been waiting since that cold winter that you vanished.
Waiting through spring & summer, Through winter again, with little slumber, I waited until August.
I even waited while encountering numerous relationships with others, hoping you would be the reason I abruptly massacred feelings with another.
Like a season finale,
you left me yarning for more.
After months of insight, hopes and dreams, you simply said goodbye.
We;
The youngest hearts amongst clovers and kings
You;
My Ace, have allowed me to rise above the game
However, slashing your own chances as if it were better for the both of us.
I pity you, fool
For you honestly believe, THIS could be the beginning of our forever that we planned.
I'm convinced I'm dreaming.
The individual of my dreams has return, asking for my hand to wince away into a land, that's as beautiful as we only imagined.
Love of my life, why do I no longer recognize your smile, and melt under your kiss?
Why is the chill from your finger tips as cold as death and no longer fill my soul with firey heat ?
As you can see...
Yesterday came to soon,
For I didn't have the chance to plan my actions for when you actually were to return.
Another train, another hour.
Us;
Sitting at opposite ends, awaiting my decision.
I pity you fool for believing in our love again.
Headed towards my direction, have come and gone without me.
Not waiting an extra second for me to make a decision.
I can't quite seem to build the courage to love you again.
To run off with this luggage to a new home that you've built for us while you were gone for so very long..
Here you are.
A year later.
At my door step
Wishing me back with no hard feelings.
As unexpected as your visit was, I've been waiting for you.
I've been waiting since that cold winter that you vanished.
Waiting through spring & summer, Through winter again, with little slumber, I waited until August.
I even waited while encountering numerous relationships with others, hoping you would be the reason I abruptly massacred feelings with another.
Like a season finale,
you left me yarning for more.
After months of insight, hopes and dreams, you simply said goodbye.
We;
The youngest hearts amongst clovers and kings
You;
My Ace, have allowed me to rise above the game
However, slashing your own chances as if it were better for the both of us.
I pity you, fool
For you honestly believe, THIS could be the beginning of our forever that we planned.
I'm convinced I'm dreaming.
The individual of my dreams has return, asking for my hand to wince away into a land, that's as beautiful as we only imagined.
Love of my life, why do I no longer recognize your smile, and melt under your kiss?
Why is the chill from your finger tips as cold as death and no longer fill my soul with firey heat ?
As you can see...
Yesterday came to soon,
For I didn't have the chance to plan my actions for when you actually were to return.
Another train, another hour.
Us;
Sitting at opposite ends, awaiting my decision.
I pity you fool for believing in our love again.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Purposely Untitled
The wind is whispering again.
Singing sweet melodies in C & D major,
humming from its dungeon of happiness,
caressing promises into my soul that'll never be fully fulfilled.
While wrapping its cool around my ear, it lifts me from my feet into the arms of day dreams and imagination,
like i were a stray cat hypnotized by an aroma,
causing me to hover in motion towards a poisonous green scent;
hungry for the mystery.
Gloating in my own mystification, relaxedly drifting into a world that I've only caught smeared still frames of.
Just as the thought of a gestured smile appeared upon my face, my world graveled into the darkest grey.
The beautiful tune from the wind had so naturally transformed into the depressing violin composition that my world has come some what immune to.
There it was, Standing there grinning at me, wearing a black frown crying transparent tears.
The wind was crying again.
Singing sweet melodies in C & D major,
humming from its dungeon of happiness,
caressing promises into my soul that'll never be fully fulfilled.
While wrapping its cool around my ear, it lifts me from my feet into the arms of day dreams and imagination,
like i were a stray cat hypnotized by an aroma,
causing me to hover in motion towards a poisonous green scent;
hungry for the mystery.
Gloating in my own mystification, relaxedly drifting into a world that I've only caught smeared still frames of.
Just as the thought of a gestured smile appeared upon my face, my world graveled into the darkest grey.
The beautiful tune from the wind had so naturally transformed into the depressing violin composition that my world has come some what immune to.
There it was, Standing there grinning at me, wearing a black frown crying transparent tears.
The wind was crying again.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Another again.
I told myself no.
& its another again.
Its something about this individual that makes me cut my nails short.
Gives me an Opportunity to allow my hair to be as free as it wants to be.
Makes me screw my tongue ring
Extra tight.
Here we go again.
I need to switch on my common sense button.
At lease I don't have to wear pants.
& its another again.
Its something about this individual that makes me cut my nails short.
Gives me an Opportunity to allow my hair to be as free as it wants to be.
Makes me screw my tongue ring
Extra tight.
Here we go again.
I need to switch on my common sense button.
At lease I don't have to wear pants.
Lust Factor.
The Lust of Flesh.
A sin In which I have no control.
I'm here, Searching deep for a source of common sense,
& all I receive is a clouded visions of ecstasy,
Aching bones and hungry finger tips.
How dare you leave me with a dead kiss.
Leave me with 100 invisible scratches in sets of 10 tracing down my back.
Bite marks on my shoulders and kisses down my spine.
You should know...
While awake, I dream of caressing your soul while kissing your heart.
If only I loved you, this sin would seem less mortal.
If I loved you, I could allow our fingers to intertwine, relaxing in a shuttered gaze.
I could bring myself to whisper obvious secrets in your ear from my dungeon of affection.
You should know...
Behind shy eyes, I lustfully watch your every move in a rhythmic tone, memorizing every sway, counting every heart beat.
The Lust of Flesh
A sin I have no control over
I would let you know, only if I loved you.
A sin In which I have no control.
I'm here, Searching deep for a source of common sense,
& all I receive is a clouded visions of ecstasy,
Aching bones and hungry finger tips.
How dare you leave me with a dead kiss.
Leave me with 100 invisible scratches in sets of 10 tracing down my back.
Bite marks on my shoulders and kisses down my spine.
You should know...
While awake, I dream of caressing your soul while kissing your heart.
If only I loved you, this sin would seem less mortal.
If I loved you, I could allow our fingers to intertwine, relaxing in a shuttered gaze.
I could bring myself to whisper obvious secrets in your ear from my dungeon of affection.
You should know...
Behind shy eyes, I lustfully watch your every move in a rhythmic tone, memorizing every sway, counting every heart beat.
The Lust of Flesh
A sin I have no control over
I would let you know, only if I loved you.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Channel Tic Toc
The Jeffersons are on.
Which means its 5:30 a.m. Again.
My world is grey.
Grey is cold.
Cold is lonely.
The wind dances in army lines
Tapping pistols on my window with grins of power plastered on,
For there are no sound waves to interrupt its path.
Empty spaces.
I can hear the sounds of blood rushing through veins.
And heart beats.
Yells, from a back scratching orgasim that I'm accountable for
But nothing is real.
Nothing is a memory.
Everything is a copy.
Of a copy.
You hear that?
Me neither.
Still...
What a beautiful Ebony morning.
The sky is Pepper.
The sun is peaking over the choral mountains
Licking partials into the sea as it brushes high above our grey world.
The light black grass looks inky as the Dew sets atop.
Oh, how clever the sun is, everyday, as the Jeffersons end, the selfish moon vanishes into the black of day.
Sun rays cascade into the Pepper, so beautifully grey.
& what do you know?
My Soul mate is calling...
You beautiful insomniac, come to me.
I know its 6:00 a.m because Sponge bob is on.
Which means its 5:30 a.m. Again.
My world is grey.
Grey is cold.
Cold is lonely.
The wind dances in army lines
Tapping pistols on my window with grins of power plastered on,
For there are no sound waves to interrupt its path.
Empty spaces.
I can hear the sounds of blood rushing through veins.
And heart beats.
Yells, from a back scratching orgasim that I'm accountable for
But nothing is real.
Nothing is a memory.
Everything is a copy.
Of a copy.
You hear that?
Me neither.
Still...
What a beautiful Ebony morning.
The sky is Pepper.
The sun is peaking over the choral mountains
Licking partials into the sea as it brushes high above our grey world.
The light black grass looks inky as the Dew sets atop.
Oh, how clever the sun is, everyday, as the Jeffersons end, the selfish moon vanishes into the black of day.
Sun rays cascade into the Pepper, so beautifully grey.
& what do you know?
My Soul mate is calling...
You beautiful insomniac, come to me.
I know its 6:00 a.m because Sponge bob is on.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Sippin Sangria.
Jesus. Sometimes a lady just needs a drAnk, to ease the frustration.
Today, i am done with you, I'm attempting to make new moves.
Better the situations at hand and those in the near future.
Vodka.
Today, i need vodka.
Today, i am done with you, I'm attempting to make new moves.
Better the situations at hand and those in the near future.
Vodka.
Today, i need vodka.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Rose Red Heart
After one has Blossomed from the root of its harness,
The experience of Life is ultimately determined by the kiss of the sun.
Its rhythm from the wind, its chill from when the sun is done and the moon has set in.
The beautiful Floret in which avail oneself of exposure.
You'll disappear from your world of honey bee's & spring laughter
when your beauty is drawn in by the consumer.
Accept the Ripped roots of your soul when you are loved by another,
Given and Received by a Lover and one who is loved.
Ignore your falling dreams of dust and days, for your present world will be raised by the dew of eternity.
Gaining awareness of the dispel and except the roots of its weary.
You Execute the root when it has grown rotten,
only to rebirth a heart that has turned sour.
The experience of Life is ultimately determined by the kiss of the sun.
Its rhythm from the wind, its chill from when the sun is done and the moon has set in.
The beautiful Floret in which avail oneself of exposure.
You'll disappear from your world of honey bee's & spring laughter
when your beauty is drawn in by the consumer.
Accept the Ripped roots of your soul when you are loved by another,
Given and Received by a Lover and one who is loved.
Ignore your falling dreams of dust and days, for your present world will be raised by the dew of eternity.
Gaining awareness of the dispel and except the roots of its weary.
You Execute the root when it has grown rotten,
only to rebirth a heart that has turned sour.
Introducing the Three Ninja's
Most people do not enjoy my serious humor.
But i usually tell jokes for my own amusement. Not yours.
But i usually tell jokes for my own amusement. Not yours.
My Eternity.
She has 56 lines on her hands.
I know, because i counted them.
Her life line was longer than mines.
I was satisfied knowing i would die drowning in her love.
A bittersweet feeling, for this means I'll leave her alone to endure the pain of my short comings.
How selfish of me.
I know, because i counted them.
Her life line was longer than mines.
I was satisfied knowing i would die drowning in her love.
A bittersweet feeling, for this means I'll leave her alone to endure the pain of my short comings.
How selfish of me.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Heart of Kind.
It all begin when she involuntarily Simmered in the nurture from a plastic bosom.
Swift midst of an ordinary day accompanied with rose pedals and candy kisses included. She So eagerly Set forth to Mount the love of the enemy...
Swift midst of an ordinary day accompanied with rose pedals and candy kisses included. She So eagerly Set forth to Mount the love of the enemy...
who would've imagined this quest to be placed high on a shimmering pedestal? Above sight like a lost favorite object. Forgotten, But forever Cherished. With Images so proudly thumb tacked to her soul of a ungodly excursion and viewed upon by every passerby.Displayed with pride like rainbows and wedding rings.Planned to Never be replaced, however joined by smaller images amongst the frame. branching off still hopelessly attached mirroring little helpers. To help guide her back to a road with less forks and more gloom and righteousness.
Left alone shouting so loudly in almost a whisper. Freed of heart,soul, and glory. Pierced the consumer straight in a battle wound again opened and closed once before, so sweet. Adding extra red to his heart. Starting at white and with every beat darkening until reaching black, thus such an enchantment be named something short of...sin
BUT
What greater joy is there but to Set sail, elongated in bliss, involuntarily & Nurtured with the one your fingertips lusts for? A soul that your eyes constructs water like an orgasm when laid upon. Nurtured like life of a miracle child, with a destiny to search until brought; here.
To be Sprouted and smiled upon like the last sunflower of spring. Commemorate only the present tense through the eyes of the golden gated vision, but devour in the memories, in the essence, the passion held, as if only this avail were the only occasion given this lifetime.
You must never fall in love with---Beauty, Beast. For she'll cause your timeline many dashes of illusion and... grief. Like a summer where the sun is at its brightest, sweet and at a gleaming ease. You must steal away as much shine as possible before times tic-toc cascades the agony of envy and like a thief, run into the night. Simply, Left to smile in remembrance of Beauty in which Beast, you loved so wickedly.
It all begin when she involuntarily Simmered in the nurture from a plastic bosom.
Swift midst of an ordinary day accompanied with rose pedals and candy kisses included. She So eagerly Set forth to Mount the love of the enemy...
Swift midst of an ordinary day accompanied with rose pedals and candy kisses included. She So eagerly Set forth to Mount the love of the enemy...
Signed ; Yoshi
Monday, June 15, 2009
You.
Walking upon a surface, with a texture that has never crossed my thoughts...
i suddenly feel as though I'm walking atop rose pedals
laid across the clouds of the highest degree
when my mind wonders to the existence of you and me.
what a crazy question you've asked, "Do i ever miss you"
LET ME TELL YOU!
At time I miss you like summer misses spring
how a dying bee is missing his sting
I miss you so much sometimes, i schedule special time just to day dream
cause well, that's the next best thing
i be...missing you like, a hooked fish misses water
Like a bastard misses his father
or an incarcerated man misses his daughter
i find myself missing you so much, i write stupid blogs about it
LET ME TELL YOU!
i be thinking about you like feet thinks about walking
how hands thinks about touching
and holding
and feeling
thinking about you how a 17 year old virgins think about sex
like how mathematics cant stop thinking of solutions for y and x
sometimes i miss you so much its like I've never met you before
and I'm constently in my thoughts building the one i adore
other times i miss you so much
i tell my mind to think of something else
and now I'm thinking about not thinking about what i cant stop thinking about
LET ME TELL YOU
I'm usually thinking of you how an artist thinks of creating
how bitters think of remaking
how athletes think of winning
how tops think of spinning
how dancers think rhythm
i be thinking about you like how a person with cancer thinks about living.
What a crazy question you've asked, " Do i every miss you"
even if i told you, you wouldn't have a clue
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