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 Feb 2015 Bravo360
Aspen
when you're young you
hear all the stories about
the monsters under your
bed or in your closet or
hiding in the shadows
but no one ever bothers
to tell you about the ones
hiding in beautiful eyes
and unforgettable smiles
 Feb 2015 Bravo360
Aspen
every time
 Feb 2015 Bravo360
Aspen
it's almost funny how as soon
as i think i've got something
good it gets torn out of my
life and i'm reminded that
nothing is permanent
 Dec 2014 Bravo360
Bravo360
My Money
 Dec 2014 Bravo360
Bravo360
Because money is a problem for me
it isn't easy coming like these dudes with drinks.
Partying every night while I'm struggling.
Sleeping, counting how much I have left and wondering
Is it enough for me
If there's a emergency
Or will  the doctors turn me away because I didn't bring the bread with me.
So I do what I have to
to stay above water.
Because life is a sinking titanic
I'm in the water and its make it harder
there's only one door which is pragmatic.
Who's to say you will survive.
I dont care about money but i know the power it has with people with greed.
 Dec 2014 Bravo360
Harsh
Brake, turn turn turn STOP.
Shift the gear from Drive to Neutral to Reverse to Park.
Switch off the lights, 3, 2, 1. Turn the key and pull it out.
Let go of the brakes. Move the seat back a couple notches. Lean it back a bit. Exhale.

It's 5:36 and I haven't slept all night and I should've but I regret nothing. My hoodie smells like you, I bring it closer to my face. Your scent envelops me, embraces me, kisses me lightly. I wish it was your hair that was wrapped gently around my hand, not my hoodie string. I wish it was your body I was holding close to me, not the cold air.

Sigh. Shift legs around. Stretch arms out. Rub eyes. Look out the window.

I wish I could hold you and kiss you as the sun comes up. We've ended days together often, but we have yet to witness a sunrise. I wish you were here to tell me what colors were where in the sky. I wish I could point out the fading constellations and tell you the stories behind them, while adding on to our own.

Sigh again. Straighten seat, move it up a couple notches. Open the door, check pocket for keys, lock the door.  Lean against it now. Sigh.

I'm thinking of my bed. it's cold, lonely, and it has an appalling lack of you in it. Your body isn't there to warm my bones. You're not there to hold and caress. We rested, naked in thought and partially in clothes.

Sigh once more. Close the door. Keys and hands in pockets. Walk up to the door, unlock it. Wipe feet on the mat. Shut it ever so softly (you can't be waking up Mum). Take off shoes. Sit on the stairs.

It's cold outside and in my bed and again, my bones are frigid. It's Sunday morning and I've a long day ahead of me. I've been up almost 24 hours but I can't seem to sleep: I'm going through withdrawal now, the ecstasy that is your touch now an hour old. I miss you.

Sigh for the last time. Get up, stretch out a bit, get off the stairs.*

I shuffle off towards the kitchen and make myself some coffee. Strong, bold, and sharp. I wish it was your lips that I tasted at 6:43, accentuating my senses and jolting me awake.

Mug in the sink and sugar in the cupboard, milk and cream in the fridge. Up the stairs, right to the bathroom. Strip. Shower on.

The water runs down me and I wish once again that it was your body pressed up against me. Your ******* against my chest, the curve of your hips against my waist. Hands roaming, hearts beating, lips meeting.

Shower off. Drip drop blip blop. Dry off and dress.

**It's 7:30 and my day has started, but my longing for you has yet to end.
I wrote this ages ago when I stayed up a while and she and I had hung out. I was really unintelligible and sleep deprived but I didn't change anything from when I wrote it that morning.
 Dec 2014 Bravo360
Bravo360
Crow
 Dec 2014 Bravo360
Bravo360
For who does the raven crow for
Is it for you, No
Then for who

For who does the raven crow for
For thy neighbor
Who loves the fruit of others labor

For who does the raven crow for
The weak minded
Who's  ignorance left them blinded

For who does the raven crow for
Is it for Me
Yes this is true

The raven crow's for no one
But the man who death has begun
With with the Lost of his son
MUST be read as a Edgar Allen Poe poem.
R.I.P Slomo

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