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 Nov 2015 PJ
Michael Humbert
I wanna kiss
the part of you
that still cares
the part that doesn't
give a **** about time

the part that remembers
what it felt like
to burn
 Nov 2015 PJ
MOTV
Trance
 Nov 2015 PJ
MOTV
When I get into my trance like state.
Where the mind does not ache.
Feeling free to conversate.
In my trance like state.
I see a life filled with glory.
Shooting three-pointers, buzzard beaters Robert Horry.
When I get into my trance like state.
I understand our fate.
Understand a date.
Lessons learned through the hope of many lovers, these beautiful souls.
When I get into my trance like state how do we conversate.
Think of tomorrow then letting go of it, getting lost in today.
When I understand the promises we made just being born, blood so pure, if you know the hope the humans are.
When I get into that trance like state holding on to my solid faith,
God knows my place, letting go to win the race.
Ohhhhhhhhhh!
In that trance like state.
 Nov 2015 PJ
princessv
Untitled
 Nov 2015 PJ
princessv
Your eyes are an ocean
I drown every time
I look into them
Every day I'm deeper than I was
The day before
I've forgotten how to swim
I miss you
And i miss you pawpaw i wish you were here
 Sep 2015 PJ
AJ Scott
big bad wolf
 Sep 2015 PJ
AJ Scott
Oh babe, oh man, oh please
Won't you take advantage of me?
Wrap all of me up in your big, thick arms,
Tight and deadly like a mummy's embalmed
Use your hands to suffocate me,
Cover my eyes so I can't see
Bury me in a coffin the shape of you
My face pressed against your chest, what a good view
All I want is for you to hurt me,
to kiss my face and then comfort me
Bruise my arms and sweeten my skin
Hide all our demons deep within.
This is between us and no one can know
The love I want and the love you show
My boo, my man, oh please
Won't you take advantage of me?
lately
 Sep 2015 PJ
hollowings
There was never a story so happy or so
Sad
as the one written the day She
Left.
Our coffee kisses tasted like hot chocolate;
Bitterly
sweet because She always added a double shot of
Espresso
and never told me. Her hair was a frazzled
Mess
because we had stayed up too late and slept for far too
Long.
She smelled like my favorite book and her
spine
was just as familiar. The day
Previous
She hugged me until I shook. I think I
Cried
too. That morning her October eyes looked
deadened
by winter. Our season had passed, and now She's
happy.
I wish her well. I always have, but the espresso
stained
my teeth. Her words stained my mind, and She stained my
Soul.
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