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The Game of Passion v1Passion is a game you see.
You're one move away from losing.
Two moves from winning.
And three moves from a surprise.
But what really is winning?
And how do you go about losing?
Just play the game.
You make your moves and you take your steps.
Let go, breathe in, take a chance.
They'll laugh because they don't understand,
And you'll do just the same.
Knight to Queen's heart 3.
It wasn't ever about the king.
Surprise... you never did understand that.
AngerSimple mistakes are my favorite brand of perfection.
And Acid is my favorite ingredient in eye-drops.
It's an art the way I can topple a house of cards.
And there's anger in the way I tenderly re-assemble it.
I fight with silence and hide behind hugs, kisses, and affection.
It's a low blow honestly, but no one really made any rules.
Playing a game you'll never win, but in the end we're all losers.
Giving up is the only way to find out if you could have won.
And if you're losing you've already succeeded
But then again, maybe it's just me, and maybe it's just today.
College DietI'm on a strict college diet.
Living on liqueur, sex and sin.
It's a lonley little life.
The lit match in the darkness.
The lone moth drawn to the flame.
Puff of smoke disaster
Lungfuls of love.
Honestly UsI'm not out to please anyone
I'm not out to impress them
I just lied
I'll never lie without telling you
That's the truth right there.
You intrigue me
You hate me.
You feel nothing.
That's ok, I'm still enamored.
You don't care.
As long as you smile.
As long as you are almost happy.
Ignorance is bliss.
As is neglecting pain.
You're beautiful, you know that.
I'm not, and I know that too.
ChameleonThere's art in the kitchen, a painting to be exact. Water, blue sky, and seagulls. There's a tarantula on the bottom shelf of an open display case, it never moves but it changes position every once in a while. The father has a clean shaven head and a bushy goatee. They've beer in their hands and pot in their veins. They like it that way. 45 and 50 year old boys mingle without hesitation with the 16 through 18 year olds in the living room. Ultimate fighting is on the T.V. as a blunt is passed to every hand save one. As it goes around the atmosphere relaxes still more and humor flows lightly from my lips and laughter is pulled from my stomach. So this is them? Odd, they're not how I expected them, not how I remember them described. They're not the marvel characters you had me expect, but then again, who really is? There's a bowl now, small green and packed with the colored substance to match. Again it passes from hand to hand, save one and that heavy sweet smoke fills the air. They have
pray into my collarbone
let your snake tongue slither
with the syllables.
i wish for soft-chested nights,
and the trickle of champagne down crystal glass.
poppy-lips, lull me to sleep,
nurse my coiling tongue with yours;
tap my scalp like a silent drum,
and wind my hair in between your fingers
like broken guitar strings.
(serenade me with the buzz of pollen in your kiss.)
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