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I Love Him

I love him.
When I look at him,
I see the man
who dips his finger into the head of his beer
and when he tastes it
he tells me
how it tickles his tongue.

I see the man
who looks with anticipation
at the closed book on his lap
even though he is halfway done reading it.

I see the man
who stares at the sky with longing
after he’s seen lightning flash.

I see this man and I see his faults.
I love him.

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Just Say Goodnight

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Lullabies that make you cry
The things of love, that scare you.

There’s a man at home for you, you know,
But the one on the bus is pretty and new.

So lay waste to history
Tired of misery - who said you had to stop loving mystery?

Lullabies that make you cry
The things of love that scare you.

The man back home left all alone
he bids the world a final adieu.

No one would listen to his story
Tired of misery - now you know, what could have been has become the greatest mystery.

Lullabies that make you cry
The things of love that scare you.

So love me right and say goodnight
I wouldn’t want to scare you.

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Now, 100 followers may not be a lot in the standards of most tumblrers but I am so excited and thankful to have reached this milestone in the manner I have. I appreciate the support of each and every one of you, and I really mean that. As I pursue my career in writing I justify the stuff I post on here as what I write for “fun” but truthfully the support and feedback I get from my followers has been a huge part of why I continue on the path I’m on. So thank you - to all of you and if there is anything I can do to show you that I appreciate you, let me know.

Now, 100 followers may not be a lot in the standards of most tumblrers but I am so excited and thankful to have reached this milestone in the manner I have. I appreciate the support of each and every one of you, and I really mean that. As I pursue my career in writing I justify the stuff I post on here as what I write for “fun” but truthfully the support and feedback I get from my followers has been a huge part of why I continue on the path I’m on. So thank you - to all of you and if there is anything I can do to show you that I appreciate you, let me know.

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The Path

Walking. Funny thing is it not? It always has just a hint of familiarity - regardless of where you’re walking. Like you are always walking that same path between work and home and you take it for granted that that tree that always makes you smile is the Colosseum. The rabbit that let’s you get just close enough to touch before it runs back into the hedges is your first love. And then you get home and sit down, thinking about what you are going to do with your life.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

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Think I’ll Find Some Where Else to Call Home

The last time I left my universe
I found myself in this world
where there was nothing
but an endless ocean -
and at its origin it met a desert
- an endless beach.

There were no “people”
just ships - and they all lived on the fringe.
Some sailed along the shore
flying across the beautiful ocean,
wind always at their sails.
Some sailed the sea of sand,
just watching,
watching as white sails passed them by
and the ocean broke at their feet.

The last time I left my universe
I found myself in this world.

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