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Peter Pan Feb 2013
I always worry that my distaste for dressing up in a costume,
with a smurk and a line,
has lead me to missing out.



*Fall2010
C A Jan 2013
What do you do when the world comes crashing down on you?
What do you think is the best way to go about it?
I don't always know what to do when it's unexpected
I just go with the rhythm of the beat of the bass drum
Feel the wind in my hair and dance to the weight of the freedom
I just let the butterflies take flight, such beautiful insight
Watch the heat of the moment ignite with the passion of magics bright light
Life is short
Life is fast
Life can be humdrum
I've seen my worst, I've tried my best and still suffer from confusion
I know my type, I know the pain
I feel insync, but I've lost my brain
All at once, I've paid my dues
Pushed my limit and had everything to lose
Such a wonderful kind of enchanted mind of being lost and being wrong
And I laugh it off with a silly smurk
A sarcastic joke because I've been hurt
And I might not be right where I want to...
But I'm where I'm at and absolutley love where I've been
Matadi Jul 2018
She has this way to her that makes me snarl ,when she laughs
The kiddish manners just ***** every juices accumulated
Her laugh make me gag..but yet I smurk
Not because of her outer beauty

This lady, well defined by her grace
Painted nails and curvy hips
She kisses my neck , I quiver
She desires to intimately be embraced by me
Gentle strokes,I Submit

She use her lips to control my hips
*** ...this immaculate yet unexplainable trance
She take control as I beg for more
She could be a keeper

Lips pressed against my breast
Make love softly till I rest
i steer clear from this word love
as if i never felt your static touch
Phil Midnight Feb 2011
Watch as you fall from grace.
Let him lie your smurk clear off your face,
As you relentlessly cling to false embrace.
Is it not working out?

You had your chance for love,
But your taste untrue.
I should have foreseen this life being for you.
So enjoy your life of black and blues.
I won't be around.

Choke on your sin.
I've swallowed it all.
Some of these were written in a drunken stupor on bar room napkins.  a great friend once told me, "Write drunk...edit sober."  I haven't been sober long enough to begin editing.  Partially to blame on my friends stretching my birthday celebration into a week long party.

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