Girl With The Curls

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  • Shank
  • would like to say something proverbial, but greatness isn't spontaneous to most people

Girl With The Curls

In my mind, in my world
There are girls with curls
Twirls of spiraling locks
Rock my spirit to the core
Before I realize
That my eyes decieve me
I see a woman who might relieve me
of my extracurricular duties like
Caring for my soul
Clean my mental toilet bowl
of brain terds
Brain fart?
Hearts flutter over my skin
called goosebumps
The brail on my arms read love drunk
Everytime she passes
My internal organs thump so
I jump or hop down on my game
And I start by asking her name
She say
'Eternity'
'Cuz she's timeless in her hour glass
Everlasting visions of silohetted smiles
French kiss my spine
Tingling 360s prick my back
So it's only right to be intertwined
in frivolous immaturity
To the point that I like your impurities
And I'd like being imperfect with you like

Me...

You...

I'm...

Lost for verbal audio sounds
Called expressions
I'm all out of words
Like a mental depression
My cranium economy
is at an all time low
So slow to incline
Because a longing for you grows...
Like a Dandilion........

Your mane is volitile to sight
Because it burns impressions
on my mind at night
And I know how you know me
'Cuz I'm a fool and demand attention and energy
from people around me
so
I act up
slack up and
back up
Like an actor on Broadway
Singing Hairspray
My orange peels still unfurl to this day
Because I wanna taste your pulp
The thickness of your dome juice, I gulp
I might climb your vertebre like a rope
Like mx+b equals slope and
Tell me why not even Spongebob is ready
for your pieces
Armies have retreated
They waved the white flag
'Cuz with your bushels, you've defeated
You crushed my walls of insanity
You proved that I'm only after a certain thing called verbal vanity

We spin like dradels on Kwanza
'Cuz we're so obscure in our random stanza
of thought making music
The melody
in which we swim is heavenly
And the tempo beats on us heavily
It's kinda like being lost in translation
'Pero el pelo es la reina de mi?'...

But...

I barely know you
And yet you got me wanting to show you
Everything a real man can and should be
'Cuz you showed me what a faker is
Your fluffy pastries are how a baker is
Like

'Patty cake, patty cake
Baker's girl
Whip me up a brownie
Make the frosting curl'
Around your halo
Milk on the side like bagel
in breakfast
Like bed
I break fast
So brake fast
and slow down
'Cuz your head
Is my crown

I wanna be coronated to your capital
Whether you want a lil' prince is optional
My passionality is overwhelmingly sensational
That girl in the past ain't nothing impersonational
A mockery
A physical farce of a loving spouse
And like scrambled eggs
I'm beaten and whisked out
Out of a relationship
That I feel I deserve
And I'm fully worthy
of the companion
in yours...

But after all this
I forget to mention
My name's Mike
She laughs
And I ask her about what she likes
She says
'I quench the thirst of the masses with my tears
I thrive by the cries of joyous cheers'

And here's why I can contain my inner fears
By surpassing the skull's border
In order to cicumnavigate your folicle jungle
Like 7000 feet of vine, I'm jumbled
Woven into youe eyes like Spiderman's web
You've bound me so I can't flow and ebb

I hope I'm the one you choose
So I can have the Lady Who Sings The Blues
But I wonder if she'd like this Strange Fruit?


So I've come to the conclusion
That my feelings are illusions
And I'll have to allude to a later time
But for now
I wrap up in my quilt
Upon the bed that I have built
To visit the Girl with the Curls, in my mind

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Rygar commented on Girl With The Curls

09-19-2009

wow, that was an amazing display of word play! great job!

Shank

09/19/2009

lol thanks!!

rougepriest commented on Girl With The Curls

09-19-2009

wow thats really something i doubt i could do that in a year! wow is all i can say hey.You proved that I'm only after a certain thing called verbal vanity cept thats my favorite line

Shank

09/19/2009

lol thanks!!

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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