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 Dec 2013 Tommy Johnson
Jordan H
I count the days we are apart, because I can't see you smile,
I count the hours we do not talk, because I can't hear your voice,
I count the minutes I don't think of you, because I love you,
I count the seconds our hearts do not beat the same, because we are meant for one another
Little the lost one

Endlessly seeking
A

Hand to hold

--

Even in death's shadows

Even in the still frozen heartlands

Of this naked heartless country

LO!

Something somehow awakens

(I hope it is you

Good soul)

••

POSSIBILITIES

Perhaps a triumphant return

POSSIBILITIES

Perhaps somebody shall explore

With patience and humility

This broken world

••
••

Little the lost child

With imploring visage

And terrifying eyes

---

Perhaps a clarion call

Certainly an invitation

To ---- come alive

And to take a hold

Of the hand held rigid

In painful self control

Perhaps a humanness

Shall begin to show

Itself thru all the unimaginable pain

And I may see you shine again

••

It's all true

What's goin on

It s a lie

A theft

A psychotic  game

Come

Grab her hand and walk away

Come

Grab my hand and we 'll
All

Go
Free
 Dec 2013 Tommy Johnson
septemb3r
Who's your Juliet?
The girl that sits in the corner and cries?
Pathetic.
You love her, but do you really?
Do you love her the way you loved me for hours in bed,
Sneaking out to hear me scream.
Do you love her enough to torture her the way you do me?
Maybe it's just a weird fetish i have,
But maybe all girls like to have their throat slit
On a nightly basis.
Maybe I'm your Juliet.
Maybe I'm your tragic love story that will change your perception on love
Forever
 Dec 2013 Tommy Johnson
Abeille
drink like bukowski
write like ****
start a new job thursday
i guess this is it
 Dec 2013 Tommy Johnson
Alice Sun
Awaken me,
I say.
Painstakingly,
I began to see.

What's this?
This,
this beautiful bliss.

Around me,
surrounding,
bounded...
but free.

Free to grow,
free to give,
free to show,
how to live.

True love,
is around us,
not above,
but bounded.

You and me,
you are me.
you are free,
free to be.
Drink a toast to the dreams that got lost.

Sat in a world of  the single minded.
The location of shattered dreams lost.

No longer whispering.
Ghosts of long gone dreams.

They wail.
They scream as banshees of doom.

Predicting solitary misery.

Not destitute,
Quite happy really,

Hell maybe, I am,
I am not.

The music plays and I drown in it.
Swallowing it, hook line and sinker.

This funny woman,
A deep thinker.

An amusing muser.
Somewhat bemused.

She lives on the planet of miserable cow.

The couple next door.
Sharing a lunch,

One between two.
In oblivious dreams of true romance.

New romantics perhaps.
As lucky sods and demi-gods,

They sat and munched their lunch.

Me,
The she,

Listens to the music, listless.
In a place where no-one can dance.

Tapping my foot in time.
Yes, my friend.
I said in time

And the music strokes the air.
The music gets stuck in my auburn hair.

Soul to soul,
She is bare,
Unwrapped.

My coffee went cold.
Should I maybe be so bold.

To stay and listen to more.
And the music became more.

So much more.

My inspiration on this glorious day.
Passion in full view.

C'est la vie.
(And Alaric ,my friend).

May the devil enjoy my play on words,
Such injustice be kindly greeted.

Would prefer to tickle angels, with my words instead.

Sooner meet the Lord of Love,
When I end up dead!
By ladylivvi1

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