The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern.
Beautiful people do not just happen...
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Over Kill
im hoping for that moment of self-realization.
what drunks call "the moment of clarity"
because im desperate to finally make mistakes
and make a mess of things.
but until then, ill keep flying under the radar.
trying to get by on as little sleep as possible.
trying to get by on as little sleep as possible.
as only people in my disposition do.
or know how to do.
'arrivederci amore mio'
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Wandering
My hands always have a habit of wandering
Just like her mind, to thoughts that are rated R
Or like the sun across the sky from horizon to horizon
Just like her mind, to thoughts that are rated R
Or like the sun across the sky from horizon to horizon
My fingers crawl across her warm skin...
I find her, inch by inch.
I close my eyes and use fresh memory of soft flesh under restricting attire
And the noises she makes
I find her, inch by inch.
I close my eyes and use fresh memory of soft flesh under restricting attire
And the noises she makes
They never get old
Somewhere between the gasps and sighs we start shedding fabrics
Somewhere between the gasps and sighs we start shedding fabrics
Soon were buried deep under our own submissions.
Stripped down to our bare bodies...
Then insecurities start melting away
along with our inhibitions.
Now were down to our bare souls...
The last thing left is bliss
But thats never hard to find
But thats never hard to find
It comes, and always comes.
With a liberal amount of sexual persuasion
With a liberal amount of sexual persuasion
Friday, September 11, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Paris is always burning
Im to honest god im trying my hardest. But for some reason, no matter how hard i try i relapse and have to start all over again. Im leaving for somewhere that doesnt even remotely remind me of you. One of those instance where flying under the radar is essential for survival.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
I wish i could love you like i used to
Love is only as complicated as we make it to be, its only as painful as we want it to be, and its only as amazing as we hope it to be.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
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