I findI find my daysMore Like This
riddled with cigarette butts
and coffee cups,
bridges and brick dust.
River rocks rescued out of the rain
pages of poetry all lipstick stained
fragments of people,
cigars, Pall Malls, and Marlboros.
Smoke long stale
wafts in loops and spirals
through the morning air
as I untangle memories from my hair
and track hand prints and fingerprints
on my spine and my hips.
Finger tips follow lines of scars
that I lie about and love.
Swanning over old aches
a stronger soul.
I find bruises on my heart and my knees
the color of black, blue, and raspberries,
earned from too much time preying,
Praying for some almighty force
reveling when they did.
There's a smudge of paint on my thigh
from when my skirts
and passions rode too high
as I rode my inspiration 'til 2 am
with a paintbrush in my hand
to make something lovely.
Lips silky and swollen
from too many kisses stolen
from unsuspecting lovers.
I find my life riddled
with parting comes sweet sorrow (andabitmore) pt4Logan was at a total loss of what to do he was 100% stuck so he did the only logical thing he could think of, he picked up a bar of snickers and threw it at the Squirtles who all (except the leader) took the chance at a free candy bar. Logan hurtled through the doors and bolted down the street into his house packed up every thing he loved or could not go without ran out into the woods.More Like This
Logan:"what the hell have i got my self into" he said as he picked up his passe
After about all night of walking he found his way into another town. after arriving in town he found that the whole town was empty.he looked around for someone but to no progress,finaly he heard the sound of a small child singing he turned the corner to find a little riolu around the age of 5 or 6 hooked up to a guillotine and was sing for a crowd.
Logan: "where the heck am i"he said with a suprised look
He looked around for a hint,and found nothing ,but soon a large pokemon comes up to the child
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