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ReminiscenceI often reminisce of our time together How horribly misconstrued my feelings were How taken advantage of you must feel I think I should be punished No I am being punished Every day I feel the wrath of karma Because I can’t see you Because I can’t feel you I can’t touch you or taste your skin I need to feel the warmth of your body Pressing softly against my heart Making me feel what I have never felt You are my answer You are the reason I cannot feel I cannot love I cannot breatheReminiscence
I often think back of our passion O
by ~D-Yumigato
StrokeWith each stroke she found a new emotion An animation that he had covered up for so long These emotions however were not the result of physical satisfaction But a psychological meltdownStroke
Covered up by the stench of sex and cheap coffee Blanketed by a pair of torn boxers and a trip with no destination If only she knew the desparation in those sullen eyes As he turned off of road after road Waiting for the words he sought to come to him And the strokes continued until he was sure she must be tired
Then the ride ended With fewer words than he intended
by ~D-Yumigato
Before the SunriseDew sparkles on the grass Fog as thick as cotton candy Lights buzzing Fighting the arrival of the sun One man parts the fog It is time to wake the campersBefore the Sunrise
by ~D-Yumigato
Do I love Her?If she asked me why I loved her I would say It is the sweetness of her lips The sparkle in her eyes The bucking of her hips The acceptance from her thighsDo I love Her?
It’s the warmth of her skin It’s the swaying of her hair It’s the way she looks at me with interest
That lets me know the love is there
by ~D-Yumigato
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- Interests: Well I guess I am interested in alot of stuff...but mainly; Politics, Literature, and HER.
- Favourite movie: Pulp Fiction
- Favourite band or musician: Can't tie myself down to one musician, but anything Rock that isn't too hardcore
- Favourite genre of music: Rock and some Indie stuff...
- Favourite poet or writer: Amanda Helton
- Skin of choice: My own, the last persons skin i wore was just a bit too short in the arms and that is frusterating
- Favourite game: I'm partial to Kingdom Hearts
- Favourite gaming platform: PS3
- Personal Quote: "Perhaps..."
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Each quarter note, each marble step,
Walk up and down that lonely treble clef."
- Bright Eyes
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