An Insane Mans Idle thoughts and conversation:... →
themothakids: We are getting ready for a time of coldness. Head too full of pronouns and counterpins, I sweat the llama sweat of the 21st century. Perky pours Send white flags On stiff zebra arm hairs It will be okay to be hebetudinous With sharp tongue Thunder clouds still give love letters. …
An Insane Mans Idle thoughts and conversation: I... →
themothakids: Have you ever loved a broken cup? Something you have used for so long.. Trusted with, badly written songs Just to be arranged with the rest of the garbage And golden tongs Something you swore you would take care of But when chipped. You ignore.. Hoping time would fill and satisfy, the now…
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capt-beastmodeactivated: You are a Capulet I, just apart of the back ground Peasant number 7 Selling bails of labor.. Watching you go to your doom .. My love of absent phases.. I hold my tongue Wish it were you.. Fading Juliet
capt-beastmodeactivated: She got that Mike Tyson bite That Dyson speed Cleaned me spotless Bottle hula hoop lock and key My pockets heartless Tree sap tastes obscured when chilled I’m talking nonsense Rainbow champagne And I’m curled up behind this lonely staunchan Feel me until you can see my words before I say No.. Move your hips.. The way coral moves.. Mechanical pencils ...
capt-beastmodeactivated: I enjoy a woman made up of Vanilla Never will I have spoon fulls of honey before I sip I love a woman rooted from Cocoa Bean I drink and no explanation is needed I favor woman tasting of warm tea hinting lemon Soothing my bones and over stretched muscles Finding non offending humor in Accents.. I just cant help it. Tongue begs for flavor, And I oblige.
capt-beastmodeactivated: I want to kiss you till Nutmeg falls from my hair.. Till cobble stones are worse for wear Till Caterpillars have come and gone Till there is a new Summer song.. I want to kiss you until night becomes dawn.. I want you At my lips So you will never miss A word of love that falls. My soft lipped Muse. Giver of stars Holder of Moons lights Id give the world To kiss you...
capt-beastmodeactivated: I Fall.. From pockets full of ashes.. She was right beside me Feeling the undisclosed weight of the world beneath our crooked spines I smell Summer on her neck.. I taste Winter with a kiss.. I want to lay in the Perishing, life sustaining strips .. Such a satisfying itch Flat foot Springs As We laugh at the leafs cover our knees