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Team Cray Cray

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I don’t know why

I do

The things
that I do…

An age old question

I should be
tired

Of having
to
reuse…

Now,
I’ve been told
That

I lack
common sense
&
May have a
few/couple,
screws loose…

I don’t want to believe

But after so long

Of using

The same
old
excuse….

I’ve come
to the
conclusion

That I really know not
The things
that I
do….

Surprise hides not
When I see
the outcome
Of my imagination
Alone
In an empty room….

With desert like
Illusions
And a thirst
That senses water
Going through
This shiny
noose…

(GodKnows)
I mean only
Beauty
In the truth….

Sweetest of fruits

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A light switch
It was

A tickling

Beneath the skin.

What I want

Is right there.

But I can’t

Reach a thing.

I came close

I grazed it

It touched me

Like sin.

Deadly

Yet still I

Want way more

Of it.

Light speed

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Every bubble
blows right away.
“You come on too strong.”
Is what some people say.
I thought my problem was
there’s only so much time
In the day.
And I don’t know
For How long I’m going to stay

out the cacoon in repeat

waiting has

never been

my best

skill set…

time is

too precious

and

too much

of it

goes

unappreciated…

contemplation

opens up

the doors

that revolve

forever

into

regret…

wrapping

all around

the could be’s

and all the

never-ending

what if’s…

getting around

hurt

is one feeling

I don’t intend

on passing on,

but I can’t help

the role I play

if I’m not

floating on a cloud,

I carry heavy weight

burdens

that wont

allow me to carry on,

my god took them away

but I picked them back up

as soon as I felt

grown…

I

can handle this

this is only

but a kiss,

if cupid

shoot

then

may she miss,

I don’t know

if I’m ready

to just

up and quit,

I just

realized

the power of my words

oh how passion stems from the lips,

my dear if you

lay lifeless

understand its just shock

in time you’ll get over this

In Your Dreams

Think things…

Believe them…

who can take it away?

when your playing pretend…

Doll,

I am

a mad man…

I just need

a little push

to get me off the deep end…

This is where

I can be my silliest,

but it has to be

in secret..

Not everyone

is privileged

to see

iT…

My feet in concrete

and I’m

sinkin’…

Saying things

in calculated contrary

to how you may be thinkin’…

so please,

push me away

!I NEED IT!

Fine Cone Courtesy

don’t let your somewhat

pretty face

erase

common courtesy,

because everything

eventually

goes to waste

looks are no currency,

like an ice cream

in the Arizona heat

it will melt

and if it does before I taste it, what good is it to me?,

 don’t be a cunt

my dear

you are one of the few I like

be a pal be a chum be a  homie,

if you take a shit

then you wipe your ass

don’t put my draws on

stain them up and then without washing them give them back to me, 

there’s only so much

I can’t put up with

but common sense & courtesy isnt erased

with much you are sultry & curvy