Galactic DevoursI guess it’s really not all that cold If we bundle up in our starship coats But this reminds me of a sinking ship Or when the clouds cry rain for days, and days, and days.Galactic Devours
But concrete doesn’t know right from wrong And tires know not the destination But I think we’ll get there just fine It shouldn’t take much more than a couple of rainy days.
The GhostSometimesThe Ghost
You have a tough time
Letting yourself into the world
Sometimes
You have a rough time
Keeping up with toes uncurled
And sometimes
You'll find
That the trail is much longer than it seems
But the end of the trail
Is no prize compared
To all the people that you'll see
Sometimes
You'll see the waves
And the cold sands upside down
But sometimes
You'll fall into the sky
And in your memories you
Surprise is all I GotMystic playerSurprise is all I Got
Of magic notes
Ears caught abound
Where the giants float
On rabid waters
On foolish rafts
On hopes and flesh
Where dreams have passed
Senile waves
Of tidal love
Scenic route to death
Of lies above
Where notes carry
&nbs
This is so not Your RealityJust another pseudo-socialistThis is so not Your Reality
Wishing on stars of the big screen
And screams drown out the fake care in my eyes
Solemn is, as the impolite wish it be
But nothing screams through the trees
Like the birds and the bees of the 21st century
But essentially, these head phones can't convey the truth
But surely the truth is electric
Honesty is a flashing bright light
L.E.D's on P.C.P.
A blinding white sunrise
Over a horizon of broken bottles
Where nothing necessary is on
I could.I could have been a painter, my body bare, covering canvasses with my pain, spreading it around in different shades. II could.
Would have spent hours with my mind open to everything & my eyes closed to make fragments of myself and offer them as painted delicacies.
Instead i am a writer; my whole world collapsed in hours and i wrote about it while sweat poured from my body
And I still had so much to say and no
words to say it with.
End of a Monochrome Night The ground crumbled away. Our toes hung over the edge. We held hands, watching the world end. Arcs of light shot to the sky and disappeared into the rushing streams of clouds. The sky turned red. You smiled at me, and for a moment I forgot the burning. The trees had lost their leaves to the wind, and their naked branches turned to ash. One by one, the stars fell out of the sky, blinding mankind in their descent. The abyssal night descended to Earth and into the chasm before us. We sat on the edge of the void on the end of a grEnd of a Monochrome Night
another untitled poemIt should have been an instance Of spotless sunshine Warming the unknowing moment Of carrying on When the hand first reached for a book A cup of coffee Or a pen Without rememberinganother untitled poem
It is wrong that such a moment Go unnoticed... When sunshine no longer takes The breath nor brings the hand to a flushed cheek At the sigh of remembrance No longer bathes the distances With shared instances of warmth Or stubborn hope
Another day, another falt...
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