I've seen how the coincidence can occur inside a plethora of blessings. Sending pictures in the light that you only see in the dark. If ever the weather permitted better changes, we should fall on to the flowers fleeting. Unto upshot into no one, shining mining for gold lockets and syntax errors we radiate unknowingly. In here it feels like Sinking up. And showers feel so damn good.
All of this frenzy and nowhere to send it. Towns of plenty, relatively reverent. Sinking in steady, petty decent, you trickle like rain drops, Heaven's Cement. Speckled in fortune Untimely combustion Extreme in contortion Confudled consumption Above it Or of it
Smile, I've got your picture Mona Lisa, fibbing. Instilled in every step, a rusty shade of red, as we all fall down. Perhaps I persisted, delirious lush, with fingertips shaking, sick on us. Battered from battle after tatters and crop tops, I march into the darkness and sit.
It's in that beauty that I find most peace. In hidden imperfection my simple sentience ceased for you. Basking in a Light like no other, I'll frolic here forever. Will you too?
Do you smell the paradox yet? Or am I just the crazy one? silly string cylinders of seismic sent sarcastically backwards astronauts in wire framed false hope and back wash Evaporating with every word, the toil stops stalling. I hope. Deeper I dig Into the sky Scratching the stars Crashing to dust
until we meet again I stumble with and without a sense of direction but you shaking in my boots I grip the slipping hope I can sleep tonight or not but it hurts so good the sweetness sours my memory of tasting every broken bottle cracking at my lips and I giggle alone I wish for nothing and hope for everything cleansed in my escape I stare at the sun close my eyes and breathe
The embers don't have an avenue, but I do. In the subtle embrace of nothing, I find every answer. Trickled with terror, the crickets rub their legs frenetically and I listen. Can the beginning feel more bare? Should it? I should know. This taste is bitter, but I love it all too well. Sink in the somberness, and bask in it's bite. I've longed for someone to share my sulk with a smile. I will find you, dear.
How quickly you fluttered, then fainted, my child. Eager to rest. I understand, and envy your escape. May the soil rest your suffering, your last attempts at breath. Sitting in my hole, I long for your song.
In little listening It isn't interesting Is it? Is it. I mean maybe You played please We slipped scary Us ending evidently Masking mortuary Exacerbating accurately Accuating eats Salivating solitary Waking in a dream
The time it took for something to settle.
The mode I made to feather my feathers.
and unevenly kempt.
Obnoxious, you scream
as evenings commence.
The fiery rivers
to a setting smoke.
I whistle in stuttered fervor,
whimpered wanton departure.
The optic has lagered.
The cigarette slithered.
My faithfulness in you