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All I wanted was to lay awake with you
In a dark room, staring at the white celing
Not giving a **** about the world
Or talking bout' feelings

Just listening to my old records
In silence.. Without saying a single word
With our hearts wide open
And our clothes all over the floor

But I was never good to you
Thats what I get for being true
It seems like you've always prefered
All those little ****** that want you to be scared

Dear, lonelyness is nothing to be afraid of
You can always  find a friend
Inside the next glass of liquor

Oh, love.
One can never bet too young to seek for truth
Don't know much about it myself
But we can find it together if you want me to

With you I'd sail the seven seas
Through tides and storms until the sky completely clears.
Don't shy away oh dear
the sky soon will be clear
there isn't much to leave behind us
so keep your sight in the horizon.

Don't cry over what couldn't be
all the late night laughs
and the rusty promise rings,
that felt as handcuffs, more than anything

I was hoping you could understand
I was never trying to escape
it's just my heart that hasn't been in the best shape

I guess it was too much to ask for
to spend some time just once in a while
laughing time away, end our days with a smile.
I love words
for their meanings
their woven tapestries
but also
for their taste.

Tell me, when was the last time you tasted a word
as sweet as strawberry shortcake
or bitter as dark hot coffee?
try it.
remember diction, now.

loquacious
refrigerator
nefarious
malevolent
tinkerbell


­feel the 'q' like a potato chip
(crunch)
the 'f' like a wind
(swooping through)
the 'b' like a kiss
(so quiet)

Gives new meaning to the age-old rhyme:
Some books should be tasted,
others devoured,
but only a few should be chewed and digested thoroughly.
Tell me your favorite words
I woke hungover and heartbroken,
ethanol lying thick on my breath
as the fog upon my mind.
I thought of you,
and how i'd hurt you,
and how i didn't seem to care.

It seems to be the only way for things to end.
Strange how quick the tragic ending can be forgotten,
in the presence of a bright and glimmering
potential happy ending.

Stranger still how none assume
a happy ending could be achieved alone,
as if engraved within our skulls
is the knowledge that we,
Alone,
could never be enough for ourselves.

I've been picking and choosing,
the serial monogamist strikes again!

What surprises me is that i've not yet run out of willing suitors.
I wouldn't date me.
I could tell you of a story, of this flower that I saw.
Growing in a little crack, this flower had it all.
It's beauty got me thinking, how ****** we forget.
It isn't where we come from, it's that we never quit.
The struggles that this flower faced, no quiver nor a fall.
It rose above the chances,
through this crack that was so small.
The only will was life, and the chance that it may "be".
Exist in ways intended, and truly live as free.
This dandelions beauty, gives me the strength to know,
content with where I'm rooted, 
 and will to always grow.
Travelling
I don't recall this tire
This ache of a call to sleep
It's making me criminal
Insane, feeble

In secret gardens
In worlds so very far
I wish I had no feelings
Facing would be easier
And longings would be non-existent

I guess there's good news
I no longer
experience feelings of days past.
New pages written
New books to be filled.
And this is just the first day

Welcome, weary traveller, to the arms of Love.
Three more weeks.
I hope to find you there.
I'm in Iceland! I've had so many poems run through my mind, but so few made it to paper (due to lack of available paper). So this is what I got for today. I'll write more in private, and maybe post them later.
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