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HI AND GOOD BYE

Posted in Green Tree with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 12, 2010 by planetvegas

HI AND GOOD BYE

As days go on and on a sweet smell of roses with the same desire we believe, yet nothing-

but disarray of what one truly wants- lies and Good byes in & out the days,

no understanding really, two different languages, in all truth one may want a hello.

Checkmate

Posted in Green Tree with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 9, 2010 by planetvegas

Checkmate

There was a time where we create, now we want to destroy, like troy—taking lives like they were toys; making decisions at a flip of a coin. No matter if its heads or tails, we’re off to war, No good reason for this tour. Finding yourself in a fox hole at nightfall wondering how this all got brought around. Solute your generals,
knell to your queens. For freedom? more like beans.

It Could Have Been

Posted in ChicLit with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 24, 2010 by planetvegas

It Could Have Been:

When I looked into your beautiful green eyes, I just knew that might be the last time I could ever look again.
I could have touched your sweet lips, yet, I didn’t, though I knew that might have been my last chance.

I hugged you tightly with all the strength in my arms and heart.
I wasn’t giving up on you, just trying to let you go.
I wish that things had been different.
I still love you deeply and there isn’t a moment that goes by where I don’t think about you.

Yet, there could have been even more hurt, more pain,
because of an additional amount of love.
Enough love to make people go against the odds,
odds of which would have spoiled our hearts.

I was leaving and you were staying,
hundreds of miles away.
Too far to hear each others heart beats.
Knowing all that, still if I would have looked deeper into your eyes,
my eyes passing down to your lips.

Mind goes blank.
Eyes close slowly as my lips get closer to yours.
Lips touch for the first time.
Your eyes close and you kiss me back.
Our first and only kiss.

Feelings would have gotten stronger.
I would still never see you again.

It would have been the end of me.
Yet, I just hugged you one last time.
It could have been a falling kiss.
——-In memory of Tina

Cyanide Potion

Posted in Green Tree with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 24, 2010 by planetvegas

Cyanide Potion

Sleepless nights– longing for you to be here with me, always unanswered.

Unsure of what really happened between us, if anything happened actually,

nothing at all comes to mind. You’re just looking for something not out there– that doesn’t exist.

You would have to break through rocks and the stones–
change thousands of tones,

wreck a dozen homes, allow only strangers to see your O’s, go through so many emotions—

you would have to swim to the bottom of the ocean to find what you’re looking for.

I exist– never choosing — You will side with the cyanide potion.

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Make Up sex

Posted in Green Tree, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 23, 2009 by planetvegas

Make Up sex

We try not to fight, the drama excites, back & forth all day all night;

Iwished I never met you, you

wish you never knew me, it’s cruel.

It seems when things get too out of hand we jump on each other

ocean to sand. We don’t melt with love, it’s adrenaline from the anger of nothing being fixed or said

and our problems are delayed by the rock & shake of a bed.

True Beauty

Posted in Green Tree with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 17, 2009 by planetvegas

True Beauty

If you asked me what I thought was beautiful, I would reply “What’s in front of me at the moment”.

I know under all construction there’s a foundation awaiting an unclear finished product, it’s only a modest certainty to going under and a far sight view for the far side.

Don’t be afraid to live; don’t be shy to speak, stay steady you’re made of light; Give yourself the best image of you and it shall be filed contagious.

Player’s AA

Posted in DicLit, Green Tree with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 26, 2009 by planetvegas

Player’s AA
H
e’s on his way, what a display– living life one day at a time, cleaning up his act with the scent of pine. He’s changed—what an event. He has asked for forgiveness and has done his repents. It’s a full change, not just a dent. This is Player’s AA—Handcuff, Tie him up.tony111
This mission is for growth, this isn’t some hoax like three men on a boat. He’s as honest as a racing strip of coke. A new man—a number 10. These up to the minute morals can’t bend. Jumping into the hoop of fire, realizing life isn’t some circus; you need to hold your standards higher.
What was he thinking before? Chance after chance, it was only fucking with the romance. Told so many times that he won’t find someone better, that does all that they could do, but they’re not even here; not anywhere. That’s not hard to do. If they would have fought through the battles and seen through the war their relationship may have been hardcore—Armor, Gun fire, rockets blasting, blazing saddles, indoor aerobics for hours—night-to-day riding the Eiffel tower. Too much? What do you expect? It’s Player’s AA.

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