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She reached out to him
He reached out to her
Nerves jangling
And lips shredded by unsure teeth
Eyes widened in anticipation
And adrenaline pumping.
Limbs shaking in fear
And nervous excitement
He reached out to her
She reached out to him
They reached out and touched the stars

I miss Christmas time
When grandmother of greek blood
Showered us in ham gravy
And gaveth me love

As at that time
No one did mutter
No bickering
With eachother

Just tiding's of what's true!!!

A family of beau's
A household of many
No talking
None
Or few

For I must tell thou,

For Greeks are quite talkative
By nature!!!

As the cranberry sauce endeared us
The mashed potatoes were Greek in lust
And spirits were many
And happiness is trust

Henthforth

I miss it soo much!

Two boats float on the horizon,
as I watch the setting sun.
They put the picture in perspective,
how deep and far the water runs.
It makes my concerns seem awfully small now.
The vastness hits me like a bomb.
The burden of my ghosts lifts from my shoulders
and I think "Alayhim as-salaam"

Acid skies
Brimmed by dust
Ancient eyes
Spilled by lust

Corrupting tongue
Lathered by oil
A bomb for ourn world
It shalt be resoiled!!!

I stared out the window
and looked out to the sea
to see that my wave of nostalgia
had been waved back to me

I swallowed the ocean's cruel reciprocation
like I swallowed my tears
both were salty and bitter,
reminiscent of all the nights where I had drowned in my fears

My sinking ship, are you still out there,
and are you coming home today?
and if you return from your world of blue,
will you leave after you get what you need, or will you come listen to all the things I have to say?

My love: the world is lonely, and the sky is crying
not even the flowers bloom in full content
the smiling sun is all we have left to mask the pain behind suburban gates, but it fails to assuage my only complaint:
when you stood on the shore and said that I was your anchor, you never told me just what you meant

Where did you go,
and do you even still care?
oh, my sinking ship, no matter how far you stray,
look to the waves and the sunset for me, for my heart is bound to meet you there*

-n.a.

insomniac to the weight of regret          
           I'm inclined to withhold.

I was just guessing.
Kept on turning to the right.
But you're face and my make believe persona of you drove me to the left.
Like a drunk driver behind the wheel, I had no control.
Yet I let you still over come me.
So I found you.
I let you in.
Me, myself have lived on this hell bound planet for 22 years, and still couldn't find happiness.
Past "loves" made these fossil creatures look like peasants kissing the ground their holy queen walked on.
And I was the king.
In other words, you held that throne.
That happiness I was so thirsty for finally quenched me.
You were my absolute everything.
We moved quickly but not with a care.
Blinded though if you may, in a way.
Our family seemed unbreakable cause our contract said forever.
My first true love you were and are.
How *** was always nothing but lust, or what I thought was making love was false.
Till I stepped in you're great door.
Our eyes would lock and no one would ever find the lost key to unlock them.
It wasn't just ******* or sensation.
But making love.
The greatest vice and feeling I would ever encounter.
A year since our fairy tale ending and still I fail to experience that or anything greater, with any woman who has came my way.
From what you weren't aware of was what my previous relationship left me as.
Which was a hidden monster.
So all I knew was how to react off of emotion instead of logic.
Our different ways of life and guiding our own spawns couldn't compromise.
So we started falling apart, like a castle slowly losing it's structured bricks.
Never thought I truly live a real nightmare and knowing there was no waking up.
Reality.
The plane took me away from our departure and still I wait for a new arrival.
From what it looks like it will never happen.
All I am is set for failure and survival.
You know you were my favorite?
I wish I savored it.
Sometimes I wish I could get amnesia so it wouldn't even be memory.
But how can I?
When you was and still are my everything.

You're all I hoped.
           But tergiversate gave me this
rope.