your percieving mind seems to trap, trap, trap in the darkness from the light.
only resting for the looming end of your mental cliff.
running through your field of thoughts,
tripping on your words,
sliding on love.
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your thick cranium breaks apart in the blender like your heart in my hand.
only to release your numbing speech of your life, defeating the hand of love.
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and i'm saying, fuck you
your up and down, short and long
spinning me around like you have before
making butterflies feel like nails
you make the plague sound fun
making my life a pun.
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my skin like bugs,
yours softer than a persian rug.
itching down my spine,
scratching up that next line.
fingers tense like wire,
your touch is like fire.
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your crooked smile shows me you still care
the dry crack of you whip lets me know your still there
Thursday, June 4, 2009
some random writing
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