Art form.

We lay together. Sweet symphonies arising.
She is my canvas. Poetry etched in her skin.
Words can't describe.
My hand the brush, images left behind.
Soft strokes, broad brushes.

I whisper in her ear. Sing her a ballad.
Play her a song.
Haiku. I left a note.

I need you.
Her words not mine.
I take her a picture. Flash.
I sign her an autograph. Number.
I leave with a kiss.

Age.

I don't believe age is simply numbers. Law permits certain ages.
Me. I'm just sat here. Immobile. She is beautiful. Eyes blue. Old and true.
Old? No. Simply incoherency on my part. Yet here I sit feeling the big issue.
Opinions come and go, feelings stay provided.
Am I too young? Not too me. I've been an adult since I was a pre-teen.
Now. An adult.

I find her attractive. Gorgeous. She stunned me. I'm still sat here. Alone.
She will find age a factor. Can't say I blame her. She has so much to live for.
So little too hold to.
I find grief impossible too deal with. Now it comes with the territory.
She found me a way.
Maybe she will find a way to me.

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Leave your woman behind,
All those times that you cried,
All those sighs and thise lies,
Creeping in insecurities.
Is she worth the aggravation?
Are you wasting- too much time?
The clock strikes on your relationship,
As the realisation that you're facing,
Too much shit- sets in.
She cheated behind your back,
Stole all the limelight.
She defeated your mind- as a matter of fact,
you've wasted- too much time.
Go out those doors, shut the curtains,
She's the whore, she'll be the one hurting.
Your dark eyes meet mine, you look so divine,
Here baby drink this wine,
Hush slut now snort this line,
Let your brain fly.
Try to play me a fool, I'll teach you a fucking lesson,
You broke my heart, left me stressing,
Young adolescents?
I'll break your neck and leave you second guessing.

Untitled.

I rise like a flower budding.
Soon dead, feeling nothing.
Cold wind blowing on my rotting corpse.
The breeze isn't stopping and my voice is hoarse.
Fuck a butterfly. It's all dead.
The A-Bomb drops from the sky
And lands on my head.
Disaster spread through these fields.
Everything dead in thse fields.
Eyes red up,haven't been to sleep yet.

Love is free in all the ways I am not.
All the pains and strains disappear over the years and just stop.

Short but sweet.

So. Hows things? Quite mighty fine white wine.

Hangovers rarely seem to exist anymore, sobriety still not obtained.

I'm just stronger now than I've ever been. My stomach has decayed from alcohol, my lungs from smoking and I'm incredibly happy.

Her eyes reach mine. Her lips shine, inviting. We lean into each other, lips locking, just slightly. Teasing. I wake up. These dreams have been haunting me for a while now. Same woman, different day. Different woman, same day. Wheres the glove that fits eh?

Still woman-free so ultimately woe free. Go me.

There is a woman involved. The butterfly effect. I fall for her, she doesnt fall for me.Two minutes later shit is reversed. My sexist stature doesn't sit right with her and that's good for me.

Peace brothers. Short but sweet.

It's an evil prediciment. Life, woes, whims, fuck.
Footloose, fancy free, spring in the step.
No.
Life is too fucking complicated. Happiness cannot be obtained.
Happiness exists no more. Just hijinks and play.
Sadness. A stiff drink that fills you through,brings out emotions hidden deep away.

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My hands are shaking
My stomach's aching.
What can I do to stop the hating?
My eyes are dead, my head split vision.
I see my double lieing across adjacent.
I can't stand looking at mirrors.
All I my thoughts and dreams are mirrored
Got a drink here, strong, bitter.
Can't think clear go on quitter.
End it all. Be a fool, fall, call out and end up splitted.
No-one will miss ya.
At your funeral, your ass they'll all kiss yeah, but none of them gives a shit man.