Shy all day.
For a puff she will stay,
but her company doesn’t come cheap…
She’s vain,
and she’s shallow,
an athletic bedfellow.
She’s all yours,
til yv only got sleep…
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Shy All day…
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The little things…
It was nice to catch up with some friends.
Dinner and beers.
A few games of darts.
It was nice when the last one left.
Calm and quiet.
Curling up in bed with my Jem.
It’s nice.
.
Boredom…
My get up and go,
has got up and gone.
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Mood swinging…
An emotional pendulum.
Swings high, and low.
A back and forth rhythm,
has a turbulent flow.
You hear musical laughter,
til a breeze rocks the boat…
And in the blink of an eye,
she’ll rip out your throat.
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Monday…
Coffee and a cigarette.
My day begins.
The teenage girl fluffs in front of the mirror,
looking beautiful.
Eyes roll as I tell her so.
The house is falling down around me.
Chaos reigns.
The unemployment line waits for me.
I’ll do that tomorrow.
I wonder what today will bring…
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Wasted timing…
Bottomless eyes
staring deep into space,
while smoke slowly drifts to the sky.
Lovingly lost
deep in Nothings embrace,
unaware, in the bliss, flying high.
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Out of line…
He blew my nose
and made me cry,
the pain, sharply exquisite.
The day surrendered
to the night,
unmindful of his visit.
Minutes raced and hours flew,
while time was standing still,
we laughed and talked,
and circle walked,
and lined another thrill.
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