stumbling sideways subtly bubbly brains boast maskless motivation landlock listlessness losing to twilight twisters tailspinning however high Heaven hovers utterly unknowing upside down dragging dream darling caught ceiling crawling occular octopus obsession as amazing as perfectly placed planets embracing everything exquisitely flowers flipped faraway fragrances into imagination inventions wonderfully we wonder
Under a sun-drenched palm, tally marks carved deep into its core, four horseman sit stranded. A black horse stands beside a pooling of grass. Inside, Famine weighs each blade against each other with his scale. He can't seem to come to a logical conclusion. "Should the flourishing sections of growth mean any more than the dried up spots where the sun doesn't shine?" Crouched down, and consumed in thought, a thudding echo shakes the green and tan strands, fluttering them from his fingertips. Snarling in the shadows, excited hooves under fiery red crackling hair, stomp the ground. Aside his steed, War squares his stance, facing the earth, to punch his way through the sand. "I will make you feel this. I do not deserve this purgatory." Enraged, he slams his fist into the shifting soil, creating a crater that stretches a mile wide, and yet, in an instant it envelops back to where it was, the place where his longest knuckle met the first particle of sand. He smiles as sweat beads down his brow, "You bastard, I'll make you remember me." He continues to pound his soul into the surface, feeling his strength diminish, watching the earth explode, only to be returned to its softest point, as if he'd never fed it in the first place. Approaching on the shoreline, growths of vegetation begin withering away in an instant wave. A colorful array shrunken to gray as if the leaving in life had washed over them. Walking alongside his pale mare, with Hades dragging his feet and hanging his head in follow, Death walks the perimeter of the island, from day to night. The vibrant landscape erases just enough in the distance for him to see a horizon of bountiful bliss, but never close enough for him to gain focus as his presence saps life from all. He chooses to stare at the sand. As he reaches his tortured brethren, a light emerges through the foliage that encompasses and encases the island's center. Upon his horse, The White Rider, black droplets of oil dripping from his crown, engulfs his trail with flame and seedlings. Approaching in the wake of his conquests, he towers over his fellow figures. He stutters, "It is time."
path of ill logic pass down the patience stay for the silence enlightened inviting exciting delighted I'm leaving my wiring to pale in the sunlight as I confide in a moment of time faltering frequently open to only the option of eruption the stunningly something stuck inside a mirror of my madness I'm staring at taking shots as a blessing to heart I'm finding rhymes while I'm sitting in the dark lonely is only as strong as you'll let it be found me engraving semantics in pavement I bet it is more than you bargained for thorny barbs stony roads light in the corner of every room knowing is knowingly knowing of nothing exploring explosions unraveling timing now dare deeper down delicious decent I'm finding out that I'm probably losing it mining the future for matters of mastering concisouness Alice in Wonderland Mad Hatter back then when my back bent better than anything pain is a game of endurance in learning to learn less take steps weightless falling for an angel a potoo wearing aliens
ever better never severed tell me secrets send me letters brittle fetter shrunken head or brain spasm burning bread loving you is easy breezy weather feeling chilly ending reasoning glitchy code is flowing from my screen I'm hallucinating take me to my only I can feel her beating heart stopping I would die for everything of you and then some standing in the river as I'm dunked inside the sweetest sight last chance doesn't matter fact of finding never weathered beaten down and giving up I won give me life give me Lorelei
I took a break from looking at scripture just to ask a question is it normal to fly when you jump? I'm not certain but I'm certainly conspicuous seat down, face up putting on a fucking mask staring at a flaming smile falling let's talk about it last time I checked I was trying to find a delighted desire I'm sitting in silence while laughing at moments of driving in my car until I feel a sense of you and I can barely stay inside the lines blissfully blind to just anything but what's there to be seen except of something above extraordinary It's that feeling of going to get coffee after waking up and all that I can think of is a dream but wait I think you might be really here there's nothing other I would give you all the covers started out in rainy days but finding out I'm late to notice everything I've wanted is that moment when your eyes are open staring at a miracle that's clearly changed reality
in a dampened corridor, candle flicked dancers ravage the walls is it as far as it seems from here? doorways waiting, but forgive me I don't like bait there's something else floating in the distance guarded with a mission how intriguing is this instance fighting tooth and nail bare boned, I lunge into curiosity dangerous only in the mystery of finding a golden sight as my flesh tears I find something softer than fortune a speckle of solitude frolicking by in exuberance I follow, like a moth towards flame
dead men tell no tales, or so I've heard. I can barely keep my head up, interspersing every stir. Merry Christmas, yulelogs and whatnot, shining in the rain of potshots, neighbors laugh at every word, or so I've heard. don't you feel the weight dropping mindlessly? as if moments were better spent holding onto somebody? salvation squaring up in illustration, illusion, beautifully turned. I hear seagulls laughing at my spent pretzel, how absurd. Take it. You've got more use than me, spoiling something surely. You gonna finish that? Hairs stand up and wait for another breeze. Shell-shocked and adjacent to flapping inside of a zoom call. Taking turns. Whether I ever knew it, you've made this something more Call me surprised, I concur.
Briefly, I caught a firefly slipping. Arranging aimlesslesly, I throw everything hoping that something sticks. Whole is everything I've never weathered. Life is like swimming up the river backwards, as if I've know it all along. A seismic episode, how beautifully chaotic, trading barbs for letting down my guard. It's that pit in your stomach that yearns for resolution. Color my confusion, and fill in my gaps. A core spinning circles in the atmosphere, what a brilliant light it throws, letting down hair, rarely have I ever felt so composed.
Between heart racing and static stasis, I open a door painted something else. The sounds of winter, whipping though the air perfectly. I found a sundial trying to find its timing, how mindful. Standing in line staring at backs. Last chance of first chances, wonderful. Skipping rocks and throwing one that goes on forever. Whether wishbones snap just right, fortune cookie fascinating, I only find this only just meant.
a stony chest it's harder to keep breathing when you're restless I missed it I bet it wasn't pretty what do I know a jestless congestion irreverent inception alive for a moment and dead intertwined in a timeless perspective or penance deriving a moment where I felt like a message I like it in my little hole tell me something do you ever feel like you're arriving late for every celebration one for every none accepting only it paving all my roads with something that I know I can't quit finding final spots knowing that I can finally sit as exploding under starshine I think you're awfully everything smiling as I sink into the bliss of melding you and me perfect