Muddy Waters

Not a day goes by where I'm not fighting the constant urge to make it not only business in the front,...
but party in the back...
As the whiskey pulses through my veins I can feel my teeth rotting from my skull...
Language skills deteriorating...
Way down yonder in a land of cotton...
Welcome to the South...


Love, Jus10

Purple

You get me high like the purple haze filling up my lungs.
You quench my thirst like purple cool aid on a hot summers day.
You are sweet like purple frosting on an Easter cupcake.
You show hidden secrets like the purple glow of a black light.
You smell wonderful like a purple flower in spring.

What am I talking about?
Oh. I don't know.


Love, Jus10

No Ceilings

I have a house with no ceilings.
I have this house so that I can look at the stars and dream.
No roof, no distractions, no limits.


Love, Jus10

Falling

Why do we fall in Love?
Why don't we ever rise in love or climb in love?

We can only fall.
Is it because when we fall we lose control?
We can't really control Love.
We can grow with Love, but never control it.

Love makes us do crazy things.


Love, Jus10

I love the shape.

What if my shape changes?

Will you still Love me?
If I was a Triangle would you still hug me?
If I was a Circle would you care about my day?
An Octagon would you still stop for me?


I don't love you for the shape of you,
I love you for the shape of us.
No matter that shape. :)


Love, Jus10

Dysrexia

Writing is an Art form.
Not in the finished product like Shakespeare,
But the time in between start and finished.
The swirls, the switches between cursive and print.
Misspelling words on purpose to hide Dysrexia.
Like it's own accent.


Luv, Jus10