Jan 6, 2014      Jan 7, 2014

If I had to say anything I would have to say wow.  I can't believe that you are so perfect. I almost hate leaving. If having countless people hurt me in the past to lead up to being with you then I wouldn't go back and change a single moment. I'm not good with being emotional and talking about my feelings around you so that's why I'm writing them. You are amazing, sweet, caring, perfect  every word I can think of you are. How could I want anything more then just laying around and being a total goofball with you. Why would I want anything esle then being as happy as I can be. Why would I want anything esle then sleeping with you and actually sleeping all night and not waking up constantly cause I feel nervous or panicky. I don't think I could have it any better. You asked me what do I like about you and I couldn't give you good answers but I don't like your voice and I don't like your hair and I don't like your singing randomly. I love them. I love that you feel comfortable with me I love holding your hand when we are at target or the mall. I love being around you to not even caring if I come home or not. I always thought that I never was good enough for someone that everyone always would Leave me and never look back but I feel different with you that I feel safe. Safe. I do love you and those three words only have came out once before and I got totally riped apart because of it. I'm trying to put everything out on the table and rip away from any of the nagtive feelings I have towards love and open up let it all go and start new.

Jul 10, 2014

I wish I could have the perfect blend.
Though I've told that happiness and sadness are packed together.
There are moments where people bring bitter songs, bitter looks and spicy whips.
My little kardia is a blender;
which does nothing but blend.
It amalgamate all the spices,
and end up broken somewhere.
My lips knows nothing;
as it keeps the perfect extension.
I wish I could have the perfect blend.
My lips doesn't know.
My hand doesn't care.
My inner voice is sunk by the others' opinion.
I'm afraid for the fact that;
being loved and being hated is a package
I wish I could have the perfect blend.

Was written on 03/07/14.
I was experiencing the mood swings :p
I would like to apologize for posting late.
Stu Harley
Aug 20, 2014

life seems
so unfair
i know
you care
i hear
the sweet sound of
your voice
only because
you sent me
a perfect windsong

As the years go by, give me but peace,
Freedom from ten thousand matters.
I ask myself and always answer:
What can be better than coming home?
A wind from the pine-trees blows my sash,
And my lute is bright with the mountain moon.
You ask me about good and evil fortune?....
Hark, on the lake there's a fisherman singing!

Apr 24, 2014

two human souls
one unconditional love
few tear drops
one goodbye

with a picture of prefect.
Feb 2

Waking up in a world,
with a picture of prefect.
Thinking how it should be,
but it's never was.
Putting up a smile,
Making loves one relief.
Telling them a lie to hide,
cause you love them.
The fact is you are just afraid.

#love   #dream   #hide   #afraid   #lie   #prefect  
jimmy tee
jimmy tee
Feb 21, 2014

the height of creation by far
the only one thing that required to be constructed
as to birth all the items, actions and facts
that build actuality
which is a mystery to us, but not to itself
so alive, such an incredible life cycle
the ten million degree womb
these furnaces hang
in defeated neon blackness
they boil in wonder

They are the prefect shade of blue
Dec 11, 2012

I noticed her eyes for the first time today
They are the prefect shade of blue

what i think a prefect day.
Paul Hardwick
Paul Hardwick
Nov 9, 2012

If i held a mirror
what, who that mirror say
i would just say
Mirror just fuck off
I do not want to hear that
on this
what i think a prefect day.

by a prefect
Terry Collett
Terry Collett
May 23, 2014

Abir and I
were told
by a prefect
to go and stand

in the assembly hall
after lunch
for running down
the wrong stairway

but we'll be late
for lessons the other way?
Abir said
I don't care

the prefect said
rules are rules
no running down stairs
and not down

the wrong stairway
so we stood
in the assembly hall
by the window

for the punishment teacher
to come for midday assembly
and hand out

corporal punishment
had to happen one day
I guess
I said

hang on
I have a plan
Abir said
come on

so I followed him
out of the hall
and along
to the prefect room

we spotted the prefect
coming out
of the room
do you smoke?

Abir asked
sure I do
the prefect said

if you let us off
you can have these
Abir said
the prefect looked

at the packet
of 20 Senior Service cigarettes
where'd you get these?
the prefect asked

my old lady
gave them to me
Abir said
the prefect

sniffed the packet
ok off you go
but don't
let me catch you again

he said
we went off
there you go
Abir said

bribery works
did your mother
give you the cigarettes?
I asked

I liberated them
from the shop
across the road

while other kids
were distracting him
Abir said
I said nothing

as we walked along
to the assembly hall
and took our place
in the lines of boys

Abir smiling
I with a cool face.

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