You pulled a lecherous lever,
hid behind the word forever;
Told me to never say never;
Misbehavior, misbehavior;
You did not expect me to win
but I knew just how to begin;
Enamor you as the lynchpin,
gotta check-in, gotta check-in.
Categories:
lynchpin, emotions, feelings, lust,
Form: Monorhyme
I brush the paint into the cracks
Like wax, it coats the plastic
A steady hand, a steady eye
Applied by shy fanatic
While I wait for the paint to dry
To the sky, I look and see
Myself amongst the clouds so grey
The day is spent dreaming dreams
I dip my brush into the pot
And blot thin paint into the seams
The shade draws out the details fine
Inside of me as well it seems
The wash darkens the model down
I’ve found my own shade within
But to bring the pigment out
Throughout the model once again
I focus on the higher points
Unvoiced, unheard were they thus far
And now the darkest parts they make
The great heights shine like a star
I paint the base to tie it in
A lynchpin it is for me
A foundation for the rest
Upon the crest of debris
I take a step back and I gaze
The greys make the colors true
The darkness contrasts with the white
Brings to light the reds and blues.
Categories:
lynchpin, 11th grade, art, color,
Form: Rhyme
in a tailspin
off-course in the clouds
brief glint signals a win -
unnoticed corridor,
the light in darkness
locks my lynchpin
Categories:
lynchpin, flying, light,
Form: Rhyme