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~Lryical-Jazz
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Untitled 19my skin makes me itchyUntitled 19
just at the nape of my neck
and at the exact middle of my feet
where they arch just so
every time i'm at the window of the open road where that wind blocks out every thought i want to be where you're sitting in some kind of car with a backseat
full of empty memories not yet made and all that matters is the colors of the flowers pick-me reds, zoo-tiger orange, and fruit-basket purples that'll grow and fade that'll let me know when to change sleeves i'll even know when it will rain because my wrist will ache
by ~Lryical-Jazz
I am Homeyou take me to all the places that i could see my soul inI am Home
where my faith could sleep
lullabied into a somber color-hue blue
you take me to all those places where i could find my eyes closing
to watch the sun-red spots
warming the backs of my eyelids you take me to a place where i can forget about everything
except the beating of my own heart and the sound of my own breathing against the wet of the air and
the tangerine-colored tennessee dirt
you take me to that place with more than a chevy called red and an itchy blanket
spread across the
by ~Lryical-Jazz
i miss the bearable summermiss the bearable summeri miss the bearable summer
of childhood spent in barefeet
and making mud-cities for dinosaurs and never picking enough cups of blackberries to stain the inside of a baking pan
as purple as our heat-cracked lips
i miss the bearable summer of mornings making electric-blue play-dough snowmen
and finding dirt-frogs under garden hedge logs
of going on walk-abouts to get the mail
excavating for indian arrowheads and pretending that tree-roots are fossils
i miss the bearable summer that we would have spent reclaiming our innocent youth
i am so sorry.
by ~Lryical-Jazz
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Devious Info
- Current Residence: United States
- Interests: surviving highschool, boyfriend, poetry, music, paintball, bass guitar
- Favourite movie: The Scorpion King
- Favourite genre of music: alternative metal
- Favourite photographer: anything "national geographic"
- MP3 player of choice: my sansa
- Skin of choice: mando'ade armour
- Favourite gaming platform: Xbox 360
- Favourite cartoon character: Zuko and Uncle from Avatar
- Personal Quote: I'm like a cross between a Weeble and the Energizer Bunny. I fall down and keep on going.
- Tools of the Trade: a pad, a pen, and a big imagination
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