For my ladybug on Valentine’s Day… Love you baby
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Your absence prickly like a thorn
I try to pull it out and bleed
The day complete with you adorn
Translucent, beaten slave is freed
The one below that’s been remiss
Whose job to build the stone inside
Has now become a search for bliss
I miss the kiss that you provide
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(Source: onedaywhen)
Estacion
Una historia de dos amigos más justos, que viajó mucho y volver de nuevo, puede que conocemos como Bill y Ted.
Ambos tocaba la guitarra y ambos realmente chupado, pero un hombre llamado Rufus iba a cambiar su suerte.
A todos los jefes de metal en el mundo.
Amigos de muerte, que hundió su batalla buques.
Perdieron Napoleón, pero encontró relaciones reales.
Lío con los salvajes sementales y su cara obtendrá propiedad.
Fue al cielo y al infierno, el momento de saltar cabina telefónica les ha enseñado bien.
Dos hermanos de San Dimas, que todavía son, pero ahora su banda es algo más que aire guitarra.
Trifecta
Never underestimate the power of a dream.
There is no limit to what your future can redeem.
The second chance is always there for you to take.
You’d be surprised how many times a heart can break.
I showed that I’m the masochist,
To settle with unhappiness,
To think of all I could have missed,
But now I know what could exist.
Fire burning through the past,
See your face amidst the ash,
Swept away into the trash,
Re-ignited, built to last.
Let’s try our best,
To take it slow,
Forget the rest,
Of what we think we know.
We look within,
It’s looking real,
So we begin,
To let each other feel.
But then we find,
Why we attract,
We know in time,
There is no turning back.
We run in fear,
We try to fight,
But then it’s clear,
That what we have is right.
And we awake,
Holding our soul,
Don’t want to break,
The essence we control.
We found the shock,
Electric touch,
Key to a lock,
Our passion is too much.
We look ahead,
Adventure planned,
The doubt is dead,
We’ve grown to understand.
Beyond content,
Beyond the one,
Beyond ascent,
Our life has now begun.
Proven by love.
Proven by trust.
Proven by sacrifice.
King
A simple gift,
The gift of gab,
The fleeting warmth,
We ought to grab,
Impacted souls,
So many left,
Your sad departure,
Time’s wicked theft…
But all remembered,
So bright and true,
The little things,
The best of you…
A man so proud,
Of family and friends,
A man who cares,
He gives ~ defends,
The strongest voice,
We all adore,
It wakes the Gods,
It shakes your core,
The joyful heart,
That beats within,
The rhythm of life,
Transcending skin,
A youthful smile,
The strength of stone,
He takes what’s his,
But shares the throne…
This day is yours,
And will always be,
I celebrate who you are,
And what you mean to me.
cigarettesandleather asked: Freighthoppin. It's about you. As the conductor who streamlines all the scattered ideas I have. You bring the meter and the rhyme to it all. Second half is about Dimples.
And every time, even the repeated process feels like a new adventure. Each jam a new train to squat in.
What Is Time?
What is time?
A collection of breath?
The sum of our choices from now until death?
Brief moments of joy tied together with string?
Or simply just the memories a journey can bring?
A metaphor - A lesson?
The growth of our minds?
The insect that coils and then slowly unwinds?
A shell with the sound of the ocean inside?
A footstep that’s washed away with the tide?
A rock beaten down into a single grain of sand?
Getting tackled by a puppy you once held in your hand?
Hard into soft - Soft into hard?
Objects we cherish and then disregard?
Conversations we cherish and then disregard?
Lovers we cherish and then disregard?
I’m asking these questions because you must know the truth.
You’re my spiritual manifestation of youth.
A goddess - A sage.
Manipulate space.
Turn back the hands on my clock with your grace.
A glance - A kiss - Slow motion - Divine.
Your sweet smell on my clothes can redefine time.
The Longest Day
The longest time you’ve spent away.
The longest day.
The longest breath I’ve held while waiting.
The longest thought I’ve had debating, whether or not I could last, why’s my heart beating fast, when the clock’s moving so, so slow?
The longest moment of fear.
The more I question if god is here.
The longest chill creeps down my spine, I’m being robbed of what is mine, the longest line… To cross.
Mourning a loss.
The longest distance you traveled.
My longing left me unraveled.
The longest lasting pain, will endure and remain, in a pendent state, until the longest wait is over.
The saddest goodbyes.
Well at least that’s how it feels.
When I close and open my eyes,
And you’ve gone away…
The start of my longest day.
The Perfect Fix
I’ve lost myself
But can’t attach
Euphoric itch
I long to scratch
A nagging thud
Plays through my chest
A soothing drum
A soul undressed
I fight but turn
From brute to weak
The sweat that drips
The lips that speak
The puppet strings
Pulled deep below
The scars we share
The pain we know
Letting go
Finding love
Oh, sweet release
My heart plays tricks
The perfect drug
The perfect fix
