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Mar 2013 · 401
A feeling
Andrew Willson Mar 2013
Passion.
You are.

No words to describe,
the feelings that derive

from you.

You make me feel whole
like my soul
is free.

Flying with you, I can see
everything we used to be
and the things I feel,
are the only things that make me feel real.

but I fear.
There is no hope.
no home, no going back.
nothing to undo, what has been done.
and all that passion and joy that I used to know,
is just a memory.
in my shoe box.
up there.
Andrew Willson Feb 2013
Church
Every Sunday, Church
Every month, pray
Every year, repent
Every life, a soul
to save

MY life saved?
who knows.

Getting into accidents, priceless.
Feb 2013 · 345
How always it went.
Andrew Willson Feb 2013
Starts with a glare,
you stare.
while we tear
away everything we wear
until we're totally bare
so we can share
our love,
Truly.
Feb 2013 · 512
The body
Andrew Willson Feb 2013
Eyes most inspiring
for admiring
you'r every perfect,
curve

On your body
my canvas of silk
I kiss.
Every inch of perfection
Until you point my direction.

Then up, up, up I go.
into the sky, past the clouds,
8 tiers more, mi amor.
tonight we dance on heavens steps
no repress.

Nerve endings like lightning,
your touch is so frightening.
when you hit there behind your stare.
Jan 2013 · 410
Not a poet
Andrew Willson Jan 2013
I like to write, but to rhyme
would be a crime.

because my imagination runs dry.

I can't begin to express...
but I regress.

because once you feel the need, to see
all that is forbidden.
The sun can't blind you from the truth.
Jan 2013 · 710
Bolt-Action Blastoise
Andrew Willson Jan 2013
**** it back and spray, the water flows
over my head and down to my toes.
No sound, no fright, its like
      pushing that big red button.
No idea whats next, but you did
pressing it down, I hid.
closing my eyes, they fill with light
and I bite.
down on the bullet, hard and tight.
it fits on me like a glove.

Blastoise read
right through my head.
Jan 2013 · 439
Drink up
Andrew Willson Jan 2013
One shot, two shot three shot more.
High ball, low ball, I call more.

Drink till your fat
let it all go to your head

because in the end
u'l be dead.
Jan 2013 · 875
Once upon a time
Andrew Willson Jan 2013
Once upon a time
a little bird strolled by

and cheeped, Love is REAL
with the voice of a seal

Your doing it right, boy
just be her toy

and everything will be alright
Don't fight

Because when she leaves
There'l be nothing to breath

but Smoke
for it was all a Joke

to her.
Jan 2013 · 994
Chemicals
Andrew Willson Jan 2013
These chemicals
there medical

but when I Shot, drop, and inhale
the blood flows into my head, heart and fail

to produce the right effects from the organs being deceived.
or the chemicals being received.         Its a lie.

Your not happy.
Your not content.
****
Your not even aware.

— The End —