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cutupan9el:

Beer for breakfast with the most amazing girl in the world.

look here, my wayward sailor, and you’ll see,

that at home you soon will be.

older and older the daybreak grows,

in the distance, the rooster crows.

one hand raised, then a sudden slap,

all is lost, and he’ll never come back.

forgive me, dear wife, but i have no say

in who the ocean decides to take away.

i’m drifting in the ocean,

as a boat without a sailor.

inhale, exhale and repeat again,

going through the motions,

but never truly living.

the ebbing and flowing waters

tug away at my soul,

bringing me closer to

and farther from

nowhere.

i feel it deep inside, that residual glow,

of the time in a land before, passed.

with the long days and sleepless nights,

it grows as does Hunger.

how i wish to stay again:

i am, but a visitor, in the silent night.

slowly, slowly, my tears fall.

when can i Feast again?

it sounds like the snapping of steel ropes,

as the wheels creak into sparks,

on the metal parallel rows.

inch by inch, it crawls,

the silver beast makes it’s way,

but i find that i have no patience at all.

whatever has it got to do with me,

when you do this to yourself?

over and over again you make time wait

when it stops for no one.

it’s so difficult to sleep at night

when all the creatures line up at the window,

peering in and drooling

at the sight of a hunched over girl

in the corner,

clutching her knees to her chest,

rocking to and fro.

singing softly,

“i need to feel something”.

let’s feast

feels good to pick at the keys,

typing out all my fears in the dark.

strange how my nightlight has become

this rectangular screen.

when i first get back, 

i’m greeted with black.

not the usual comforting silence,

but an empty yet consuming dullness. 

what happened to you?

snap out of my reverie,

realize this insanity,

but i can’t help but

remember “us”.

;)

cascading water, the rushing stopped

by a metal plate with holes that allow

pressurized gates where the droplets

can form one, by one, and still come together

to tumble out and down, onto my skin.

trickling down in a hurried pace of a slow race,

they come to a halt where your hands meet my waist.

pull me closer, you. all showers must have

(shower)head.

hold the cool metal tightly in your hand

and rip it straight out of the confining loops

give me your belt; lay it on my skin.

in quick successions as you begin,

draw it out slowly and really hear the
swish
whip
crack
for every sting.

ice blue shards that pierce

through the darkness of the night,

he sings to me in the gleaming moonlight.

whisper softly, honey.

i’m trying to sleep >_>

tightly i grip you

with my hand,

holding you in place

as i slide up and down.

smoothly, picking up pace,

then slowing down,

over and over again,

kissing your neck

with exploring touch.

i feel your bite on my collar bone,

and the closeness of your voice in my ear.

i adore how you tremor at my touch.

sing for me, baby.

Early morning, before the sun
Has even a chance to shine,
I feel the soft contours
Of your body against mine.
My nose burns a little from smelling
A mix of Marlboros and
alcohol in your hair,
But that’s alright.
Glad you came home tonight.