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Sometimes I wonder
I wonder
Why's everyone looking at me?
Is it because I'm so pretty?
Than my other half says to me
As annoyed as a street musician
On a sunday
Nick your talking to me
..And quite audibly
Just a thought.
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Oh Jackie

Do you think it’s easy

To fall in love with just a kiss

Now every day I miss that natural

Curl of your lips

I can’t explain your beauty

Maybe it’s just a kink

Something I saw in a dream

Of beauty Aphrodite esteems

And maybe some ancient time

You’re shape was aspired

You were molded like clay

And heaven laid the lines on your face

I so admire

Every glowing smile

And forever linked

In a web of my little kinks

I fall hard for beauty

Carved like a goddess from maybe another life

When I’m drunk I wanna call you up

And say, **** it let’s go elope

Be my wife

And I’d never say these things to your face

For all you know I’m just another disgrace

A missed connection, you could never give a ****

For every text and every kiss that I miss

And you can find something else?

I wish I knew what it was

Cause when I met you

I just wanted to run away in the sun

And find you a place that I can truly say

The beauty only compares

To the curl of your lips

And the rose of your cheeks

And the soft, caress of your kiss

Forever imprisoned

To find something comparable

This feeling has taken me over, it’s unbearable

I can only lay, here, here in the sand

And hope to god a love like hers

Will find me somewhere?
To a woman whom I believe found this poem on my blog
And never texted me back
I believe it was a fine two weeks of mad lust :)
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I knew there was love in that attic

It had to be found

There was love in that attic

Lost and I found

Inspiration through word and thought

Old, red, romantic, poetry

To the north I’m lead

And I know I’ll find a place

Like these books a shelf

For after all

I’ve been dusted from the attic myself

Those fiery red books

I knew there was love inside

For I’m BookGuy

From me no man can hide

They needed no library, no vintage store

For the pigs live next door

And all they do is

*****, *****, *****

I know for I once lived in this thought

I played pig poker, smoked cigars

Even licked pig salt

Bust cast out ye stupid pigs

They have no authority

Some wise minority

For those dusty red things

Once lost and I find

For I’m BookGuy

I transcend time

I sweep the dust, death and decay

Reborn in red books

Roundelay, Roundelay
I need some help from the community on this one. I really need to edit! I feel it needs to find it's voice, either modern or old english, I'd like to convert it too full old english. What do you think? But comeon. I'm not that talented
So this is the new age

                             Of many iron lords

                          Did it live past the lineage

                       Did it give omage to the lore

                        Of many creatures before it

                                  A timeless score

                               The age of aquarius

                          Our elders lead us in scorn

                Of painful plights or new beginnings

                                     Rage on kids

                                    We’re winning

                    And let us know that on this night

                                A star burned out

                            A desert frozen on sight
                        
                    Old crow bit the dust that night
                
                   They cried in failure but didn't know
    
                              A New Age is Coming

                               Crow knew it to be so
To old Scare Crow may your spirit live on wherever you are my brother. Rage on kid!
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Man I miss those whiskey kisses
Thought that, babe, you might become a Mrs.
But a Mrs. of what a bottle and a gut?
Here on the street just a buzz means a lot
City of Angles
I think not
No one to trust
God tried to save them
Then Disney sold it out of lust
What a ******* *******
Can't believe my first morals
Came from a ****
But those whiskey kisses, they just got me
Look at those dark, giant, robotic towers
This is where dreams happen
This is where I get wasted
But that black granite
And tarnished stars
Made me remember who we really are
Just two mad children
In love with just enough
Caught up in the night
Intoxicated bliss
Man, I hope she'll miss me
Everytime she drinks whiskey
Didn't really edit this, it just flowed out of a memory. Hope you enjoy, and hope it takes you to a dark dark place, in a dark dark city.
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Me
Vanity
Me?
Me?
Heightened sense of security
Me?
Me?
Vanity
Felt through everything
We’re the echoes through eternity
Me?
The fibers snap, snap conduct
Feverishly
Sending to benevolent web
Me?
I was there it was a ******* tragedy
You remember
That day?
Vanity
Me?
We’re more important than anything
This is the turn of the century
What we do
Echoes through eternity
Me?
Heightened sense of security
Big bro
He knows everything
Me?
We know everything
Anything we find
Quite conveniently
BLIND
Me?
A sarcophagus of time
This happened before in some other land
Before we knew of this
Time
BLIND
Me?
Vanity
Me?
Me?
Heighten sense of security
The fibers they snip snap tap
Feverishly
Conductivity
But we still don’t know ANYTHING
Me?
Vanity?
I was there it was a ******* tragedy!
Why’d they take the towers away
Did it really happen that day?
To
Me?
***** Monster
Narcissist Pharisee
Conscripted pet
Atrocity
I was there it was a ******* tragedy
Why’d they take the towers away?
Must have been vanity…
I'm very very proud of this one. But hold reserves for my generation....
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A little picture frame fell
Full of innocence, youth, ignorance, bliss
It’s me in the millennium
I wasn’t
Too Tall
Yet
While in my clatter it crashed from the mantle
Why is it even here?
Wasn’t that yesterday?

The past will never go away
The past will never go away

But only a dream, a conscious façade
A memory is only a faulty tape
And we find we recall love not time
The things that child left behind
Were mended by grace
And cast the lines from his face
The future grieves, what is mine?
What's time but a coffin of sin
Yet I heave the shining frame to the mantle again,
Hoping to gain a childlike grin
It’s not about the past or future
It’s not about misplaced winnings
It’s the chance a man has for a new beginning
wrote this one in rehab too. To a name unknown.
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Fly through my
Time, lies, lame and blind
My poems are of rapid thunder
This breathes life from the pyramids taking one from Babylon’s throne
Black, morning, loneliness, incomplete for all I know Death
Might just feel like home, thoughts, rapid, cease
Nothingness, black what the Pyramids draw
That mans fleeting time, lie, unforgiven
We’re not alone but linked within
Time, drawn in the sand
Forever
In this time I feel so alone

Maybe death feels like home?
Maybe death feels like home?

And consciousness lies
To man a lullaby
To serenade his fleeting life
Mortal souls, we die alone
Maybe death feels like home?
Maybe nothingness, bliss
Can you imagine how it’s to not exist?
Like do you remember before you were born?
Nestled in the universes womb
But woman have what man can’t get alone
Before it was written on the throne
Before man was
Taken from his rib
Before she fell to the sin
Really like this one :)
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