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i must have kissed the sun last night that moment-light flaring low on the horizon i must have stood on my tiptoes leaned out over the trees and brushed my lips over that fiery cheek goodnight i must have kissed the sun last night this morning I woke with my mouth blushing red embers ignite when I speak drifting in the air tiny suns that dim and die or singe and scar my skin tiny kisses from the sun in return i must have kissed the sun last night my strawberry lips ache when I drink lemonade the sugar tingles over skin like electricity- solar power pleasure/pain a loving sunburn i’m going to kiss the sun tonight fre

Teen angst is inert; burned out and faded away. I thought it would hurt, but it's caused me no pain. You may come as you were, but you won't sound the same. With the lights on, it's less dangerous; here we are now, time has aged us. We were stupid, and contageous, we are here now, but time has changed us. Pointless defiance is insignificant; while dead rebels lead no cause. Apathy precedes the discontent, in which this era ends. This we must accept, no more time to pretend. With the lights on, it's less dangerous; here we are now, time made us.

she; in outrageous action, glimmers at the fall of Shakespeare burns the immortal stance of Rome, spins Egypt on its sandy end stirrs mars in its delicate dusty orbit the world conspires to convince her and whispers in the deadened ear of Mozart inspires again the genius of Monet, Degas pauses to push the last row of useless architecture into the depths of obsolescence she is the ear's own silent symphony, cacophony to the eye knows not sacred vessels of blood and marrow, through the ages fail at the sight of she.

 Somedays I Don't feel Like searching. Somethings are just to hard to find. Kinda like your true intentions. I'd get lost in the journey. So It's time to back away (time to back away) I Know Enough now , It's easy to see, Why It is, You say these things to me. We've already fallen, now it's time to get up. We're mending the pieces and fillling in the blanks. Somedays I felt like nothing. I was losing myself in the truth of a lie. Kinda like my favorite song I'd get lost in the melody. So it's time to turn away. I Know Enough now , It's easy to see, Why It is, You say these things to me. We've alr

While some will draw sketch or paint my works go in words with no paper restraint. Comics escape me Portraits are an awe in past I practiced until hands were raw. My hands are not steady my eyes are not still I can't seem to sit my canvas without fill. my speed in my arts my fighting, my flame yet strong emotions I cant just refrain! I wanted to share the feelings I know So I write them in words like a stream they flow. Today, I still burn I'll struggle, I'll fight but when pictures can't form I will sit and I'll write.

I was laughing when she said husband. She looked but seventeen. They go to a motorcycle church, she says. I know which one. I'm standing behind the counter hanging clothes. Wondering how. I swore myself out of retail…I had thought. I am drawing for the hell of it. And surfing the web. I turn it upsidedown and see how disturbed my characters look. When I got home, my college banned me. For surfing. They claimed I had been hacking, or something. I walk down the path and feel my dress shirt swaying. Smiling, I feel sort of sexy. My professor plays some music. So I tune out and draw naked people. My friend admires the Forty-s

Old smiles Jagged hearts Eyes like leaky faucets (gotta fix that sometime) break ups