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 Nov 2012 Lover of Words
Julia
Talk.
 Nov 2012 Lover of Words
Julia
It amazes me that God made mouths,
knowing that they'd talk this much;
                                   judge this much,
                                   hurt this much,
                                   curse this much,
But everybody rambles, everybody spits venom at their mirrored flesh,
people who are just like you, just like me, just like everyone.
We do it anyway.
Give it to me straight,
A London Dry Gin.
No ice to chill the swig,
No bitters to alter the taste.
I want to endure things as they are,
True. Pure.

Perhaps only the bartender will ever understand.
I hate the fact I love u

I threw a way a girl, just to get back with u
I wish I paid attention to what my friends said you would do
You left me in the dark
Alone and fragile
Lets be friends lets just be friends
That's what you said to me

Broke my heart,not for the first time
I wish i dropped my handset
And didn't reply to your texts
After collecting your items
I should of let you walk away
Instead, instead I asked you to stay

Everytime i look at you
I fall in love again
I hate the fact i love you
I hate the fact i love you
I should of let you disappear
Instead your in my mind, but your never here.

I'm scared, I fear your next move
Can we just be friends
I want more, I want more
Did u plan this all along
Foolish behavior was always my specialty

I'm torturing myself
Don't even bother giving sympathy
I'm a danger to myself
Science does not understand,
why all mammals have ***** bones,
besides Man.

Until They dug up Neanderthal woman,
and it was her in her hand.

and with a ***** more flaccid,
we have grown,
and there is no fashion,
of chicks picking ,
teeth with our ****** bone.
Since thy first lady declare,
that we wageth war,,
and against obesity dare,
I will hunt the fat kid,
tho he affrights me,
the first lady did knight me,
and I succeeded in the grail,
and blood marked that trail,
but popcorn spilled from his pale,
giving my hounds the scent,
downhill like a wounded lazy dear he went,
The Behemoth,
who esteemeth my sword as straw,
to sip chocolate milk,
with burps defying Queen's law.
DAGGER against my spear of poplar
is ice-cream sandwich in hand of globular,
AND THAT SANDWICH DAGGER SHALL NOT REACH FAR
BEFORE MY SPEAR UNLEASHES HIS DYING ****.
but I must admit,
I fear the headlock in his sweaty pits,
I must keep a spears distance,
away from his buttery mits,
he has vanguished many knights into that hellish abyss,

My first lady biddeth,
I will not delay, I will not tarry,
to slay the fat kid,
and hire 12 commoners to carry.
The First Lady is Michelle Obama
And I just want to feel your breath
On my neck
And your *******
On my chest
And I just want to feel your lips
On my cheek
Telling me I’ll be okay
When I’m feeling awfully weak
And I just want to see your eyes
Meeting mine
Soft orbs of blue
Too mature for your time
And I just want to hear your voice
Whispering softly in my ear
Be here with me
Be near
I can’t handle this distance
Not only of miles, but of mind
I never could catch you
But god how long I tried.
If you have never seen a baby dream,
you know nothing bout longing;
About missing a divine place to come here.
Such innocence swaddled in such a small body without control.
They communicate with God
more effectively than any prayer I’ve ever heard.
So take a lesson from babies and children
to learn how to really be men
With a racing heart that should be in a marathoner,
he struggles to open his eyes and wake.
Their heavy breathing is the only sign of the errands
they still run in heaven.
They quiver their lips as if to tell you a secret only God knows,
but has been dying to share – he just needed more innocent lips
When their eyes close they revisit that heaven they just left;
seeing more than our eyes could ever tell
In their inexperienced bodies their eternal spirits struggle to move
Even as my arm goes numb
he’s the only thing that I should be holding in that moment
His sweetness makes me want to be a little bit... more
As I think “what will you be one day?”
I realize it doesn’t matter
That today he makes me a little better
The first time he squeezed my hand I knew it was God
who picked us a millennia ago
to live this life as uncle and nephew
Hyram Love has been my nephew longer than he's been alive.
 Nov 2012 Lover of Words
August
Don't ever say those three dreadful words
I never want to hear them from your lips
As you say them, my heart will turn to stone
Don't ask me why, for I do not know
It's a chemical reaction to that spoken phrase
I cannot help that I turn away
If I knew, do you think I'd would do it
Why would I want my insides to turn icy
Towards your tender murmurs
Once you say 'i love you'
I'll be gone forever
I don't know why
...
I don't know why it happens.
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