My love

When I can't write well, I start writing cheesy love poems.. and they all make me think about you.

You love the words that i spin.
I will break your heart once,
and ryhme of it again.
I can pen nothings up to your chin,
and i can push your soul in a cart.
I know you like a book,
and if knowledge is measured in love,
with you i am so damn smart.

Swagger and beak

is that what's important in your cave under the sun?
dwarf-ass motherfucker counting the arguements he's won
the leaps you lept, all to keeping scores
and the dirt that you swept, they were all whores
the hate you sweat, i politely hand back to you
with all the shit i get
on the bottom of my shoe

muah

- Charles A

On my way to China...

I'm headed to China as I type.

I'm going to miss my personal space. My freedom of time. Staying asleep until the crack of noon after staying up all night until sunrise to watch the fucking sky.

My bed is important.. I always miss it. I'll miss waking up next to someone I love in my bed. Being woke up by someone I love in bed. My window. The sun coming in in the morning.

Peace out.

- Charles A