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    dots Submission Name: Mr. Juliusdots
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    Author: omnipotent
    ASL Info:    17/F/Wisconsin
    Elite Ratio:    3.58 - 82/63/23
    Words: 375
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
    Total Views: 904
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       I don't even know how to begin explaining this. I feel like it's a little wordy so if you have any thoughts or suggestions please share! Don't be afraid to hurt my feelings either!


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    dotsMr. Juliusdots
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    I'd pull the trigger now.
    But there a lot I feel I need to know before I decide that there's nothing left for me.
    There are a million questions I'd like to ask you.
    But how do I go about it?
    My hands are getting cold.
    And the blood is slowly reappearing.
    Bruises spring up here and there just to know that I'm still alive, even though I've never felt more alive than when you're lips are pressed against mine.
    Show me your license, young man.
    Far too experienced.

    I'd fall from this rooftop.
    Yet there's so much I want to know about you.
    Where to start?
    I turn the page to find another full of blank responses.
    Who exactly are you?
    What are we?
    Dare I call you my friend?
    One kiss has not yet failed to pull me in.
    And now, as mysterious as things are, nothing matters.
    But I feel a need to know.
    Where do we stand?
    My broken fingernails are subject to my anxiety.
    Adrenaline pumps through my veins in your imminence.
    One deep breath has yet to fill my lungs.
    Every time my phone rings, I hope in the most pathetic way that it's you.
    Never would I dare to answer it though.
    My eyelids become heavier as the night sky gives way to the sun slowly rising; I think about your sweetest ways.
    Haven't slept all night, but I feel great.
    Guilt had ceased to kill my deepest temptations.
    Yet morals have taken their place.
    It's so cute the way you walk…away from me.
    I wouldn't dare hold it against you.
    The hours keep on rolling by.
    And I can't stand the way you walk right past me.
    So distant.
    So careless.
    But just the way you call my name from across the room makes up for it all.
    Everything's okay when you look straight into my eyes and comment carelessly on the preceding hours of your simple days.
    When I don't dare end our little nothings,
    I struggle to begin.
    Seducing hands have caught me off guard, but your smile is reassuring.
    Save me Mr. Julius.
    Take me to your lair.
    Rape me Mr. Julius,
    Tell me that you care.





    Submitted on 2005-03-02 10:10:42     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      A wise man once sad "no one can love harder and more true than the mad". Not saying you are, but this was a very stong poem and long for that matter. Mr Julius does not seem like the I will tell you I care type, but I as always with your work dig the poem. Your talents seem to go deeper than most wells.
    | Posted on 2005-04-01 00:00:00 | by Silver20G | [ Reply to This ]


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