The morning bright sun,
has tangerine smiles.
The sky awakes as,
I eat tangerines.
The day is closing,
to tangerine clouds.
I close my eyes
not wanting to see the
chaos of the world
closing the door on the inside
lets you slip slide away
leaving each indulgence aside
to rest in enough's play
ample sufficiency
meager deficiency
soft inefficiency
what's more, being open, you risk this-
closing the door - ignorance is bliss
hats are making a comeback
can bloomers…
three-piece-suits – so 20th century
right there with pointed bras
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moonlight glows
over still grass
flowers close
It feels like the walls
are closing into silence
each breath tighter than the last
as if love itself might end our existence.
I lie here, half a human
reaching for air and you.
You're holding back, I feel it
but something sacred is taking shape.
Your thoughts speak in whispers
louder than words
echoing in rhythm with mine
confessing what lips still fear to say.
Now it's undeniable
the ache is shared, the pull is real.
The walls are falling
and all that separates us...
is a single breath
and these fragile sheets.
Time to stay
Time to leave
Cherish every moment
Wether important or not
Life must happy then
Or regret each day in sadness
Life is only a few decades
Don't missed the day close
Without having to gain with
Before closing eyes all ends well.
filth collects in the round corners,
sticky as a bad memory,
the floorboards groan like they're tired
of holding me up.
roaches scatter like thoughts I can’t catch,
minds have gone mad—
the neighbors scream through paper-thin walls
about things no one should hear.
their bottles pile up like broken promises,
my own reflection, greasy in the cracked mirror,
eyes hollow, lost
in the haze of another night too long.
my only excape is deep sleep and dreams I can't run from.
the world shrinks around me,
each breath a heavier load,
like there’s no air,
only walls closing in,
and like me you know theirs no way out.
snowflakes dancing to
earth creates a wonderland
nature's finale
Vacuum of thoughts
Pain that defines its origin
Invisible block on throat
Tasteless air through the nostrills
A body weak to the skeleton
How does a house stand without it's central pillar?
How does one look at their face without a mirror ?
How does one exist outside of existence?
Unpalatable questions yearning answers
A broken soul longing wholeness
A shattered heart begging comfort
A mind out of sync with reality
Birds compose a final sombre anthem
as winds whisper the silent voices of those laying under
Fountain of tears make way down the pale cheeks
Here cometh the hour
Dust to dust
The choir master carries with, confidence of angelic voices the choir ministered
Undertaker's gathers tools in fulfillment of task completed
The Levi hopes the missionary message preached cuts deep
The multitude takes comfort in knowing their presence was made known
I carry with, a sore and heavy heart of a future without you.
I walked into that place
Sun shining on my face
Knowing I'd leave soon
But as my heartbeat picked up its pace
Growing fond of this new space
I already dreaded the sight of the moon
I never once thought of leaving
Even though It could never be my home
I still just kept believing
I could forever blindly roam
But soon closing time came
I was no longer treated the same
The dishes were served and the bill over paid
But the servers grew cold and their smiles started to fade
However I still would've stayed
Even in a place with no lights
And cold nights
I would've been the most loyal of clients
Even if I had to be a cleaner , any kind if alliance
That meant I would belong to this building even if it was no place to live
I would throw tantrums , behave like little children
I would throw in everything I have to give
But it wasn't enough
Neither was my love
And then the cab was here
It pulled up to the place
Like I pulled down my sleeves
To wipe the tears of my face
Full with love unrecieved
It was time to go home
To leave like I always knew I'd have to
Even though it was prone
Why did I have yo leave it , leave you
A bygone thought
It comes back to
Inspire
It arouses my need
to create and to be
creative
Squatting to do the
Chores of shorter
People
Stretching to do the
work of taller folk
thinking to labor
with scholars
Under thought just to
Understand
resistance training
to bulk up
Feeding the muscle
For endurance
a thought contested
My logic
In the creation of flavor
Might I fine satisfied
Likeded or likened too?exercise
A bygone thought
It comes back to
Inspire
It arouses my need
to create and to be
creative
Squatting to do the
Chores of shorter
People
Stretching to do the
work of taller folk
thinking to labor
with scholars
Under thought just to
Understand
resistance training
to bulk up
Feeding the muscle
For endurance
a thought contested
My logic
In the creation of flavor
Might I fine satisfied
Likeded or likened too?exercise
A bygone thought
It comes back to
Inspire
It arouses my need
to create and to be
creative
Squatting to do the
Chores of shorter
People
Stretching to do the
work of taller folk
thinking to labor
with scholars
Under thought just to
Understand
resistance training
to bulk up
Feeding the muscle
For endurance
a thought contested
My logic
In the creation of flavor
Might I fine satisfied
Likeded or likened too?exercise
A bygone thought
It comes back to
Inspire
It arouses my need
to create and to be
creative
Squatting to do the
Chores of shorter
People
Stretching to do the
work of taller folk
thinking to labor
with scholars
Under thought just to
Understand
resistance training
to bulk up
Feeding the muscle
For endurance
a thought contested
My logic
In the creation of flavor
Might I fine satisfied
Likeded or likened too?exercise
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