Hold me in focusClean like the wooden slate, bracing the engulfing loathes of words that peter out of the parking lot.
Abashed with mediocre crews and speckled baboons. I want to kiss the moon and spread the trees apart gaining
a memorialized asset. I decided my future, with headless ideas and transparent, delicate lady foxes. With dreams earning fame
and when i wake i want to kiss the morning sky, holding your shoulders like sliding hills. LEaving red doors open and submerged in the crowds of ocean waves.
Quiet like the midnight sprint of trapped and suffocated fugitives or free willed students.
Rebelling against the mundane ushering in the wake of drowning jaws with bodies pulling their heads out of the mud. Muscles contorted and refurbishing paws took away more then the heads that were meant for control and leadership.
Mind is full of deeds"Little Bird, what if i asked you to die?
Fall over the hedges with blasphemy riding down your vertebrae?
Licking the fangs of enemies dying to open their lungs. Can you ask yourself to close
them? Close the very essence of you so that we may not look upon it like a cut open corpse."
The bird look awry as if the sentence strewn forth on to him, was the perplexing enabler of his demise.
"No I will not."
"Will you succumb to the everlasting timidness that is your breed and niche. Leaping forth at the bigger masses. Galloping on to the uncaring direction of force. Of Will."
"No, I have wrongs, none to claim and none to own, i am the passage to earth and the fire within. My breed of self doubt graces the masses and wills onward to the self assured. I will not die. I will not fall. I will not open. I will not cry. and i will not fall." The birds chest rose in might but with a second of doubt the creature he spoke to plucked one of his wing's feathers. In aghast the bird flew with a might of
Sspeechess are like BreechesMaliciously run with litany on the tongue and ruse the babies of harboring swallows. Who with spite and spirit break the caress of oceans and curse the flamboyant speed of wit and whips. I am not kind. Iodine.
Freely I choke, with the grapple of a wrestler. Fill it up to me. Up to knees that graze the shadows and the dirt of treasures that lunge forward from the depths of whispering hopelessness. I speak out from courage that murders the sight of curdling blood that spews from the ashes of your grandmothers corpse. I beg the forest with the deaf. bird. Love, that braces all humanity with cornering sparrows, i spring from it all. Handling this art with glee i sink to the bottom and come out looking like a road runner from atop the mountain. Where's my hero, where did I go when life became an eccentric bitch loosening up it's chain to break into the windows of mother's love. Constant is the rain that bores a silent resembles to unwilling souls, breaking the trickery of all it'
Don't tell meDon't tell me the meaning behind it all.
Let me see the blob for what i want to see it as.
No title no relinquishing thought for you to speak.
Just let it be the blob and my brain will salvage it's
body, form, and beauty for I've lost all focus of reality.
Everything you do is abstract and changing the destiny of those
who look upon the work. Just leave things as they are, or what they were
meant to be in my head.
Blank like the central nerveThe sun went up
the balloons engulfed it
creating a fake sense of innocence:the sun won't burn me
the sun has meaning.
Hungry ghosts left the dead wanting more
people want to be wanted
She is there for left for dead wanting the eyes of a stranger to linger
To breath the last thought that made it toward their air ways
In attempt to say what was earned in the thoughts he couldn't let the poisons of his family forget the
languish way music forged them to feel. His sister would lie to their father saying she was staying late for school work. Reality, she was getting in fights with boys who enjoyed the qualms in how she approached the situations. She liked the feeling for the gritty under tones that marked her face and body it was a rebirth each time she didn't get hit.
Julian was never upset with his sister unlike most siblings, his anger shone through his piano playing. Normally he was so delicate at the way he played, it was as though he caressed each key. Then a livid thought