The one that got away

With the most pretentious eyes
such a beautiful demise
The girl my dreams
the one who sings
the lover of lovers
the heart struck fever,
 lost with rhymes
 a bitter sweet compromise

I sit and I write,
I fight and I bargain
To get her back
in her dark lust filled lies

A slithering snake
upon a grape vine
to squeeze the life
and ferment for days
I sit to thee, and drink my wine
for I am a box
mimicked by mimes

I hate you
I loathe you
I wanted you
I dismissed you

You called to me
I answered
You cried
and I comforted
We were both at ease with wanting each other
a life long answer
I of course accepted
For you to treat me so foolishly
as you cantered with laughter
I felt no greater disaster

I am not bitter
I am not soft
I have not given into the things you have lost
they will all buy it for now
because they know no better
but in moments time
They'll join me
In a heartfelt rapture

Pandora's Plea, Hope Exist's.

I come in a box, a lone-some box, I remain un-opened yet, everyone's eager to see what's inside.
I hold the answer to all of lifes quandry's, I hold the key to all of lifes misery.
Some might call me chastising, some might call me gentle.
Whatever they call me none will know,
for I am the box of unforseen mystery.

I am a man from outside the box, I question, I ponder what it might be
I pitter I patter, I pace and I race
Im ever so eager to see what's inside this box
I'm poor, I'm rich, Im a contradicting bitch
I sit and I watch, I stare at the clock
waiting for this box.

I am the remains of a world un-tainted.
I am the remains of a world un-tainted.
I am the remains of a world un-tainted.

But open me now, and I am the remains of a world that is tainted.

I am impatient, I am eager, I am the thing that lets loose this evil
I stretch my arm, I shorten my wits, I open the box and then it all hits
The evils of the world begin to roam, the path of righteous is not alone.

I am good, I am great, I am all that is alive yet to date
I am happy, I am sad, I am married to you all hand in hand
I am giving, I am taking, I am fate
I am hope.

Blood Runs, Love never chases.

I have a sister. Her name is Stephanie. This is just an introduction to the thousands of pages that I could write about her. Who is she exactly? She's loving, she's bitter, she's bile, she's amazing, she's my sister, not yours, not theirs, but mine. I was lucky enough to be blessed with a sister that was more than just a pain in my ass while I was a young, immature teenager, but now that I have...somewhat, matured - I have come to a conclusion, without my sister, I'd be very upset. I don't think I'd be half as awesome as I am if it weren't for my sister. Constantly I'm told "Hey, dude, your sisters pretty hot" and as gross as I find that to be, I wish she was fat and ugly sometimes. Just kidding. I'm glad my sister is who she is, from the time I shot her in the face with a nerf gun and it stuck straight to her glasses, to the countless times she's sacrificied her time to take me to work so I could make money.

My sisters more than extrodinary, some people might say shes unordinary, odd, a bitch, but that's because they don't know her like we know her.

We? Friends, Family, close ones. She's the cover of the book that's being judged, but until you unfold her hard back cover you won't ever actually get to know the fine print that makes my sister who she is. So those guys that gave up on her, those guys that were too pathetic and like wasting her time, I have something to say, Good luck ever being as happy as you could ever be, because that's what my sister brings to the table.

They say family runs thicker than blood or some shit like that, I don't know what it means entirely, and I'm way too tired to think. So to the world that's burdened my sister, a big fuck you goes out to the lot of you.

+Fuck You.
Sincerely, Jeffrey "The Amazing" Butler.