The Game ~ Jake, Jinxx and CC S-M-U-TJinxx's POVJake looked down at me, casting his shadow in the darkness of the bedroom.Like usal, we're all drunk and a bit high."Damn you're tall!" I said, looking up so far I fell on my ass. Jake giggled."You're so short!" he replied, scuffing my head with a strong hand."You shuddup!" I hissed."No you!" he yelled.A smile broke over my face, remembering what I used to do to bullied in school when made fun of.I leaned forward and grabbed his ankle, tugging with all my might untill he stumbled back and fell, hitting the wall."Prick!" he cried, holding his head.Feeling bad, I helped him up. Onece again standing atleast 2 heads shorter then him."Is there a banana shoved in your front or are you just happy to see me?" I giggled, noticing something between his legs."Quit looking!" He turned to the wall, lookikng down over his sholder."It was an accidentttt" I said "C'mon."He whipped his hair stripperishly, we broke down giggling like drunk little girls.(-COUGHCOUGHLIKEHEDKNOWCO
I Know You Hate Me Now But...I Know You Hate Me Now But...:Just give me a chance alright, I'll explainTo me, you're the girl that I notice everything about.The way you laugh, the way you smile;We got along great back then, even if we don't now.And to be honest, I miss that...You had the most lovely silky smooth hairYou'd give me the cutest anime girl smileI wish I'd talked to you more about Manga,Hell you got me started on the whole thing.You were fantastic at drawing tooMan I was always jealous of that talent,And I loved your drawings, like I once loved you.I wish that you could have been a professional.I would have bought your book every month y'know...You encouraged me to write.Back when my stories were shit,Back when my poems were still baby's rhymes.You taught me not to give in and I was grateful.Now just let me finish alright?I know that you won't speak to me.That's okay, I admit to being an ass,But the reason that I'm writing this poem to nobod
Letter to a loved one, on losing a loved one.I want to tell youthat this grief is temporary,that even if you feel lost,you are not a ship adriftwithout a crew.But darling, grief stillsits heavy on my tongue andI will not lie to you. [Grief gathers at the back of my mouth and renders me useless on days that feel like the day she died, my limbs heavy, my heart sore.]Instead I am going to tell youthat grief is not the last thingyou will ever feel;there will still berumpled sheets and lazy smiles,your fingers will still findmy naked waist beneath the blanketsand mine will still fit neatly betweenthe knobs of your spine.We will still drink too much coffee,smoke too many cigarettes, and love withurgency but not with haste.I will sit with your grief,as you have sat with mine andwe will be okay.
in love with a dream catcheryou packed your old suitcase full of pink rosesand set out to find where thecrickets sleepusing the moon beams through tree branchesto guide you.you wanted to lay your head in the grasstangle your hair in the sedgeand have music surround you from everyunmeasured inch of earth that equals the outdoors.you wanted to press your fingers into the top soiland bottom soilwhile it was still cool and kept its freshsunset taste.you said everyone's dreams were caughton angel hair-[a prettier name for spider webs]that silvery thread that floats on the wind andsticks to your face.i didn't believe you, buti could see in your eyesthat you were going to be the one to find those dreams.you were going to[be the one to]sail away one misty morning in a boat[without me]just because you wanted to.just because the world wanted tobe explored.when i held youand when you were closest to mei felt you getting further away. it scared mebut i knew you[didn't belong to me]were a wild
I have loved you...---part I.In another time, I may have been your late nightconfessionary, a Parisian whore to yourgentle hands and overwhelming needs. I could see ustouching, desperatelytouching loving each other without knowing names.We are at times both romantic enough, and tragicenough, for that.And if I was not full of sin enoughto beckon your fingers to my skin, perhaps Iwas only a girl you met forun café au lait. You laidyour hand over mine beneath autumnal arbres, and wemade small talk about the world. Perhaps;we are masters at making love with strangers. And youand I peu importe. Je sais que je t'ai touché, dune &
Forget HimForget himForget his faceForget his kissHis warm embraceForget the love that you once knewRemember he has someone newForget when they played you songRemember when you Cried all night longForget how close you once wereRemember he has chosen herForget how you memorized his walkForget the way he used to talkForget the things he used to sayRemember he has gone awayForget his laugh, forget his grinForget the dimples on his chinForget the way he held you tightRemember his with her tonightForget the time that went so fastForget the love that moved, it's pastForget he said he'd leave you neverRemember he's gone forever...
Waking NightmareYeah ummm... The Poetry is the picture... Sorry Nothing to see here in the box...