Juzstanley

;and as I resign with that electric design, a fractal reminder of the surface benign I feel her crushing embrace all around me; she found me in this darkest of places. As she and me come to be I come to see that she, the sea, can only be like any other lady. Beauty, wrath and the aftermath of my waning life - ever fading.

How am I supposed to call you're name? When I've only ever called you Love. How's a boy supposed to speak with all this water in his throat. "We can't even play the game. We know push will only come to shove." Who knew the heart  had a book filled with rules that the head wrote? How am i supposed to Stay sane. When my heart gets no vote. I've named my head el capitan, with no first mate to promote. We've got only me to blame. For the water crushing this boat. Heartache has become a sea, and i can't seem to float. Leave me with hope. Leave me with grace. Leave me with faith and the prayer that you might not forget this face.

You fit me like jeans on an emo dude. I love you so that I don't know what to do. If you and I were ingredients to brew. Then we'd come out as Kick-ass stew. Roses are red violets are blue. Just to tell you how you make my heart grew. There's just one god awful thing left to do. I'm gonna write bad poetry about you.

Sometimes I feel like a big clumsy alien. As if I'm exploring a new planet, biologically armed to the teeth, armoured to the core. In my hard, exoskeletal palm is the most wonderful new creature. It's as enamored by me as I am of it, staring at me in wonder, struggling to trust me. It offers me food, and I take it, and offer it my own. I'm ecstatic, and so is she. We learn that each other are scientists, and agree to gather information about each other to bring to our people. But when she tries to examine me, my spiked armour jabs her small frame, and when I try to examine her, my meaty fingers crush her limbs. My eyes eventually fill with f

It's gratification, but well away from instant. Throbbing  fingers that refuse to waste inestimable  inspiration on a break; and it's time, and tears, and terrible urges to give in to mom's insatiable need to convince us that I'm worthless. It's knowing that her turmoil is her turmoil and isn't personal; a throbbing heart that refuses to waste inestimable love on harsh words and emotional matricide. It's shot after shot at an improbable goal, and big little things that keep it from tripping over the border of impossible;  A sobbing young woman refusing to let an inestimable young man take his own crap. A sobbing young man refusing to wast

“But why should I love someone who has no love for me?” This question, like most of my questions elicited only a squinty fostering smile. The warm kind that only older people give; you know the kind that makes their crow’s feet crinkle, and the line of their graying hair slide slightly back at the brow. Only instead of defining crow’s feet, this smile defined dimples under sandy freckles, and the squints hid eyes that were like looking at the bottom of a pool on a bright day; that kind of electric pattern of light that dances from the wave crests to the pool’s floor. The smile displayed qualities a twenty-something ou

Shoot for the stars land in the clouds Take another aim and a closer shot. I’ll be twice as sturdy and twice as loud Horse shoes and hand grenades can rot. What color d’you fancy fits my earth? Tell me and I’ll paint it that hue. Make your mind about this new birth. Grab a brush or move I’m commin’ through. Dance to the beat of a different drum. Or march in rank and circumstance. I’ve got a rhythm or two if you’ve got some. Let’s play the stars and watch the world dance.

A tree fell in the woods one day and I was the one to hear. "Believe not in such play" they say. "Unusual clogs your ear". Hordes of voices shouting a myth without an honest regard. Oh, my collapsing monolith, My patience has become marred. Dare a motto worth heart and sleeve! Don't hide between right and wrong. Dare a god that I can believe. Eden shatters before long. None can stop a dreamers trying nor tell him his own dreams worth. This age is a dream done dying. Letting mine come to its birth. Ive kept an extra paradise for the case when yours should fail. A tear amid my arid eyes for the world from which I hail. Dare