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never one for formalities,
faded american jean
like that West Virginian miner
who drank too much,
and never knew his kids
you know the one;
with the ****** engravings,
natural tombstones
saddest epitaphs you've ever read-
but you only understood
recently.
i'll open you up
and unfold you like a map of the world
           i can tell from the line that runs faintly
           from your forehead and dark down
           the centre of your lip
           you haven't been opened in
                       a long time
and i'll be careful not to tear you at the seams
as i read like roads and state lines your dreams
           i'll breathe in everything we are
           starcrossed - anxious and waiting to start
           until im tasting you from the front of my mind
           to the back of my tongue
 Oct 2013 Karissa Olson
Kristi D
Love, the real kind, is never simple.
It is the one thing that makes life worth it in the end,
and something that wonderful and sought-after is never going to be easy to get.
You have to work for it.
Blood, sweat, and tears.
So if it’s easy, yeah maybe you won’t get broken.
But you won’t be truly happy, either.
You’ll be settling.
Don’t get me wrong,
There are lots of things in life that are totally acceptable to settle on.
Sure, Harvard was your dream school.
But you know what?
Going to your state school because its more affordable
Will still get you where you want to be in life.
And I know the hairdresser couldn't match the color you showed her,
But you are beautiful and can rock it anyway, so don’t worry.
But love?
Settling in love is like buying a pair of shoes that are a size too small,
Just because you thought they were pretty.
They may look nice,
But you are dying on the inside. I
f you had just held out a bit longer,
You would have found a pair just as beautiful that fit well, too.
Maybe that nice guy looks good on paper,
But if he doesn’t give you butterflies whenever he looks at you,
Don’t be with him.
You want someone who makes you fall for them every day,
Not just once.
You probably understand. Or maybe you don't, after all. Either way, it is jumping around inside me and if I don't let it out soon all my carbonation will fizz up and run over the side of my glass and I don't want to waste all that sweetness.

I want to kiss you underwater.

I want that kiss to be the only thing keeping us alive. Down there we are foreigners, aliens. Grasping, I want to feel your flesh in stark contrast to the smooth wetness all around me, like a secret.

All that life where we cannot live. Exotic, forbidden, so lovely. I am sick with love.
I asked the dragonfly why it flew,
it asked me,
'who the hell are you to ask me why I fly?'
and then it flew away.
..and it was like that every day,
it seems like my life flew away.
CAST:

Dr. Pepper
Captain Morgan Tatoo
Grey Goose & Kalua
M. Raymond Villamor

IN A DRUNK INSPIRED RHYME

And the Doctor takes me under as the Captain begins to sail ...
And my emotions start to drift - shall it be heaven or will it be hell?

And the Doctor tipped the bottle to make shots more and more ...
While the Captain weighed the anchor far from distant shore
So now I sit floating, feeling numb and asking what it's all for ...
Maybe the answers will come tomorrow ... but tonight I'm just not sure.
And the Doctor dripped his happy poison as the Captain cut another wake ...
So I sailed upon the Doctor’s highs and Captain’s choppy waves

The Doctor finally had to quit ... medicine he had no more ...
And the Capt's ship ran aground into the rocky shore ...
So I befriended some Black Russians to keep from being bored.
I just was not ready in sobriety to be moored

And the Russians took me in and in their grip I drifted off to sleep
All my sorrows and all my pain till the morrow it would keep
Copyright 2007 -Black Dragon Logo & Design
But I'm not tired
     The whisper trickling down my neck
     lapping like
          amorous waves tasting the shore
Lips reachingseekingsearching
          feather-light kisses
     pale skin, so crisp, kissable
          (somuchloveinyou)
The crystal words falling, tasting
     like ***** of happiness, dipped in salt

A sigh, inhaling softly
          my name rushhushtumbling
          escaping, seeking
     The touch, caressing, mesmerizing,
          holding tightly to


     Dreams of yesteryear

That night,


     So sweetly ever do I dream
 Jul 2013 Karissa Olson
Camila
You are my 11:11, my shooting star,
my sunny day after the storm.
My favorite song when I'm stuck in traffic, catching all the green lights.
You are staying in bed and realizing class got canceled anyway.
You are a rave and not waking up hungover.
You are hotcakes for breakfast on a Monday, you are a cold beer during summer.
You are every glimpse of good while reality passes by.
RM
“do you love me?”
What does it mean when you ask me? How can you not tell?
If you can’t tell that I love you then maybe that’s just as well.
You see I’ve never felt love before, just lust, pain or adoration,
But I know it shouldn’t lie so easy with constant hesitation.
“Do You Love Me!?”
The question pierces my ear but my lips are not sincere
The words don’t roll off my tongue as easy does my eye.
My heart doesn’t beat in rhythm until the time we say goodbye.
I need to breathe, let me breathe. But all I do is sigh.
“DO YOU LOVE ME?!!”
How can you spit wasps at me when all I want to speak is butterflies?
Do you know what love is or is just easier to be cruel than to be kind?
How can I tell you, with tears, with yells, with infidelity? How do I tell you I love you? With lies, broken promises and charity?
“I’ll ASK YOU ONE LAST TIME, IF YOU DON’T ANSWER ME THEN IT’S FINAL.”
Cocked gun at my head, pale blue vision turning scarlet red
“DO.”
It’s small led shaft pointed at my brain, no warmth left.
No time to say I’m sorry just forced words to relieve me of my breath.
“YOU”
Tie a noose to the yew tree and kiss me on the cheek.
It’ll bow down it’s branches and grow new roots. I’ll be ok, escaped to love another day.
“LOVE”
Pull the trigger, I won’t tell. You’ll never know, you can go to hell.
“ME?”**
Yes, of course I do. Why do you even have to ask?
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