

The Art of Losing FaceThe Art of Losing FaceThe Art of Losing Face
When I was a child I was born with a face it was flushed with blood and healthy lifeforce
full of wrinkled expression and gummy smiles
it was a face of defiant uncaring judgment did not mar it insult, criticism, labels bounced off rounded cheeks,
and gossip was repelled with sunny distain my happy gurgles, my spit bubbles, my
unaccustomed eyes parted the world with such
innocence, a beaming face of love
over a chubby-fisted embrace
it was a true face
But over the years, it crumbled and now it is weak and ugly and fa


ChromaticPeople tell me I'm probably colorblind when I tell themChromatic
I only see two colors; red, blue, and purple.
The red is for the kind of rage that is blind and hateful; the
sour strawberry with oversized leaves, crushed slowly to stain and seep into your mind (none but homemade remedies to remove it, fortunately).
The blue is for the kind of sorrow that is loud and tastes like blue jello; shuddering and cold at the touch, holding itself
together (just enough that
it doesn't fall apart on its own).
The purple is for the balan


I Never Met YouI never met you. Though everyone tells me you were ok. I would have loved you anyways. I will never get the chance to Tell you how grateful I am. They tell me you were funny and witty. They say you were the best. Don't they know? I would love to meet you. Maybe when my time is due. But as for now I'll sit and hear stories of laughter and cheer. Knowing I was only off a couple of years. The resentment after you left The pain of your absence still lingers there. Thought I know they would never speak ill. I can't help but wish I knew  I Never Met You
XD
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Camera man: "Did you read the new Ellen Degeneres book?"
Frank: "Yeah."
Camera man: "What did you think?"
Frank: "It made me a fucking lesbian!"
~Proud Gee-holic!!!
~gerardwayfanclub
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