somehow her hair halts me at every sentance
a dark brown finsh over a cute slinder face
her personalty speaks rhthmic poetry
like a connection over mortal things
and the only thing she said was hi
normaly i would forget a greeting
but it seems so inviting  if the whole world went left it seemed like the right thing
so like lightning i respond hi
tripped over my words
and got lost in her eyes
a pale blue that could unviel any disguise
she said my name is hannah
and so nearly 2 hearts almost coldide

from the start to finsh i wonder why the cuts look good in this messed up lie the blood that trickles down my arm people all stare at the girl who self -harmes :- "the emo"they call me i turn my name they act out head myfeelings of being alone i hide myself for a day joust whating to go home i sprawl on my bad with my razor in m hand and take my self away to much better land i stare in the mirror andlet my self cry looking for words to the day that i die . . .

working in the sweltering sun, had to stay till the job was done
i started to sing : " staying alive " as the sweat poured down my thighs
then i saw her with the convertible top down
her hair was short and mousey brown
her rosy lips complimented her smile, she had grace, she had style
she gave me a bottle of water to cool me down
smiled and said : " see you around "
i sipped the water very slow , and her body i wanted to know
i had to finsh this job on time, cause all day long she was on my mind.
quitting time was getting near, and when i turned she was there.
" hey cable guy- i liked what i saw, came back to see some more "
she parked her car and got out - this is what life s all about.
short shorts, high heels, and she wore a ******* blouse
her long tanned legs complimented the look
i knew right then that i was hooked.
walking over she grabbed my face and planted kisses in every space.
then her lips finally met mine, and took me beyond all time.
she pulled away from me and with that smile asked if i wanted
to go to her house for a while, and make passionate love all night
untill the early morning light.
my hands started to tremble and my voice started to shake
as i rushed to the car before it was too late.
she was true to her word and we made love all night
i'm glad as hell " that she's my wife "
ha -ha  hope you enjoyed this tale !
(C) L . RAMS 071815

from the start to finsh i wonder why the cuts look good in this messed up lie the blood that trickles down my arm people all stare at the girl who self -harmes :- "the emo"they call me i turn my name they act out head myfeelings of being alone i hide myself for a day joust whating to go home i sprawl on my bad with my razor in m hand and take my self away to much better land i stare in the mirror andlet my self cry looking for words to the day that i die . . .

from the start to finsh i wonder why the cuts look good in this messed up lie the blood that trickles down my arm people all stare at the girl who self -harmes :- "the emo"they call me i turn my name they act out head myfeelings of being alone i hide myself for a day joust whating to go home i sprawl on my bad with my razor in m hand and take my self away to much better land i stare in the mirror andlet my self cry looking for words to the day that i die . . .

I grew up with a young man well now he is dead
He was my older brother I think he just got misled
Nah he wasn't a gang member but he had alot of women
Jealousy I tell, and thats is no good
reason
See now they started somthing that they really couldnt finsh im revelling these rhymes because now its trouble season
Yea we gotta be smart see me I will never let dark take over my heart
No way there's more life than just cars and clothes  i thought
But then somthing sparked
And now ill never let the devil take my art away from me it gets me how all i see is this corrupt world and really lost girls yea its sad but you got to move on my brother always tovme keep ya head up and stay strong

Anthony Wayne Brown III

I grew up with a young man well now he is dead
He was my older brother I think he just got misled
Nah he wasn't a gang member but he had alot of women
Jealousy I tell you, and thats is no good reason
See now they started somthing that they really couldnt finsh im revelling these rhymes because now its trouble season
Yea we gotta be smart see me I will never let dark take over my heart
No way there's more life than just cars and clothes  i thought
But then somthing sparked
And now ill never let the devil take my art away from me it gets me how all i see is this corrupt world and really lost girls yea its sad but you got to move on my brother always tovme keep ya head up and stay strong

Anthony Wayne Brown III

I often wonder if this is just
a single year summer love we have
going on between you and me,
that a short journey back to the
places we came from would be
enough to shatter both our hearts
and anything we think of each
other.

That you have to have the strings
still attached, like a warning
in the manual meant to be bolded
that reads: "tie to fly" because your
wings aren't strong enough to
hold you all the way across the finsh
line.

I often wonder if this is just
all in my head and there's really
nothing at all going on between
you and me; yet I continue searching
for ways to break the silence
creeping in around us as we lay with
my head on your heart and someone else
waiting

on you.

Bury the knife into my skin
Take me back to where it begans
Where im not drowning in all my sins
Youve played your part
please finsh what you start
Bury me in the cover of the dark
Under the oak tree at our favorite park
No one would give it a second thought
Bury the knife into my skin
Take me back to where it begans
Where im not drowning in all of my sins