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 Sep 2013 Sir B
Chuck
Mistress
 Sep 2013 Sir B
Chuck
Guilty pleasure
But time I treasure
Just you and I
No kids' screaming cry
No wife to bark orders
As we seek new borders
I stroke your limbs
My ego brims
You ride me away
From stresses in my day
Your frame is so light
I ride you just right
You transport my life
In a different way than my wife
I love the both of you
To you both I'll be true
But with you I'm physical
My wife is mystical
You create such sweat
The drips make you soaking wet
As I crank you on ascents
And coast down long descents
I get light headed
Nothing you do is dreaded
You carry me away
So I just needed to say
You are my mistress, my queen
I don't want to be obscene
But if loving you is wrong
Why does my wife sometimes ride along
If you haven't guessed, and I hope you have, my mistress is my bicycle. Actually I have six of them. It's okay; they know about each other. Haha
 Sep 2013 Sir B
jerely
When someone
Who teases you before

Became your crush
And
Time
Just
Like
Playing
The
Fate
By
Itself

Maybe
I'd
Call
It
Surprises*
*"Come to those who wait"
September 7,2013
(American Football)

It's gametime, both men and boys
Time to throw the ball
Score the winning touchdown
And be the kings of fall

Man on man all hitting hard
Till the final second ends
All to play just the game
And to celebrate with friends

We run the ball down the field
Until that final play
We throw the ball on fourth and goal
And wait for what we crave

We  listen to the fans all scream
And we get to spike the ball
Knowing that we just helped win
The greatest game of all

Carl Joseph Roberts
Football, college or pro I never seem to get enough of it.
 Sep 2013 Sir B
Zephyr
Paradox
 Sep 2013 Sir B
Zephyr
I'm overwhelmed with understanding.
And I can't share it with anyone

Because I can hardly understand it myself.
This is so hard to explain! I feel like I understand everything in my life so far, but it's an understanding with feeling, not with words, so I can't share it with anyone!!
 Sep 2013 Sir B
Cameron Godfrey
There's a certain sort of stillness
In the air
The oxygen is stale
The livelihood's not there
Where did it all go?
What happened to the spirit?
There is terror in the air
But the whole world's too afraid to hear it.
Too busy with their lives
With their work and with their play
Too busy with sweet dreams
To hear the nightmares say:
"Come out, come out, where ever you are
Come out, come out to dance!
Come out, come out, whoever you are
Come out and take a chance"
Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy there was no school today.
Day 6 is tomorrow!
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