Found some old writing i did...long time ago...ill post some..

Perched...

Im perched...and burped...and i tasted fear...

and it may sound weird...

but what doesn't these days...

my eyes see grey...

and your never the same...

like flipping a coin...in a place with no time or space...

and the corner i've painted...

it's a fine shade of red...

and i always feel late...but still haven't figured out where i'm supposed to go...

and if i get there...

who knows...if that place...

will be...

worth the wait...

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keep looking at me...

and maybe...after time...

ill turn into...

what you see...

The Bomb.

shortly after the bomb went off, there was a peaceful calm...and the people who survived looked around for others...and when they found one...they asked

"So...what...now?"

and the sat down...and thought back of the time before the bomb...when everything seemed so fast, and tomorrow was just a series of things written frantically on a 'to do' list...

and there was a stink in the air...of a barbecue gone bad...

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Lose your skin...and wrap your veins around my waist.

Lets suffocate our air ways until we're blue in the face.

Lets kiss with cold lips...

Send a chill through my spine...and make it mine...and within time...our lips may thaw but you, my chilled little tender loin you will be my blood line...your coldness a reminder of something that should be there...