Headache in Como.

Precious.
Exercise.
Caution.
Maybe.
Forward with a thought.
Striking.
May I take it.
And Leave me.
Frown only cause It feels.
Like draped Curtain of Earthly Curls so vast in front of face.
Keeps me going.

Garrett Johnson.

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NICE ****
looks like i know where i'm going to **** all over next ...

that's right

right in your *******

hahahah  never saw that one cuming

Even when you're going through hell,
Even when you think you've found
The bottom of the well,
You still have a story to tell.
And in a world of 7 billion people,
Someone's bound to listen
Whether or not you're under a steeple.
And while you're at it,
That's the best time
to chase your dreams.
Because you don't have much to lose
When you feel you lost yourself years ago.

Here's this marble heart to give you
Sculpted by the schoolyard scrapes
And kitchens grapes
Fed one by one
Cool and sweet beneath my tongue.
A wooden heart that's held inside
These metal ribs to catch my sighs-
And when I feel the need to flee
I'll kick start this rusted knee.
Inside this ancient Chinese vase
Is my very lovely face.
Valuable to only me-
Filled with cracks that you can't see.
My fingers long, the wedding band
For I married sugar sand
My hair is heaps of fireflies
Who whisper sweet their bedroom lies
And you will take me by the thread
That pulls me back into the bed?
And you will take your time to paint
Straight lines that divide the saint?
And you will watch my crippled frame
See Monet inside my pain?
I'll open up the garden skies
To meet him where the trestles rise.
For I have met a man today
This time, I may not run away.
In my outstretched redwood palm
Fate has left me coins and calm.
Bite, my lover, as they quiver-
The lips that kiss you,
Bite the giver.




Sahn 4/13/16

It’s not pain, but it won’t go away
This feeling when I catch your gaze
There’s a pit in my stomach
But I can handle it
I can’t handle this obligation

your petals flew with the wind
chasing the birds that's flying
so you can taste the clouds on your skin
and I'll be down here waiting
hoping that you'd find your way back
even when we decided to sail
different route, my fleets going to south
and yours to north.

when one day we meet again,
I hope the war has ended
and the men are cheering of victory
even though the other side is burning
I hope our love will remain still;
even as a flower and a bee.

the current song playing
compels me to think of you.

compels me to start writing
a poem that won't ever sum up
the feelings so deep within me
that makes me think of you.

I feel sound and foolish
for having thoughts of you
swim throughout my mind
as I should just call you,
though I won't.

I know you won't answer,
not because it's me, because
you just don't like answering
your phone.

and I know this about you
and I'm still compelled
to think of you even
after the song ended.

If you can't put words
To the pain and fear you feel,
Lose yourself in some good music
Until you start to heal.