a fool’s playground, broken gold allow it allow it doesn’t it get old? my Ken doll rah like paper folds bold in name and that is all same old same old rise and fall it’s peak though because broken bows don’t help you grow you know.
You look familiar, My rekindled flame, Smiling eyes appear, Spirits the same. Wandering heart, You’re everything you claim, A work of art, In God’s name.
Visionless division comes at both sides, blindsighted eyes tying off crimes, commander in chief and fighter pilots flying, high into oblivion: glorified dying, messes disbanded into distant times, fragmented meandering and persistent lies, David and Goliath ride off into the night.
These needles wait for no one, they cramp and pain. Another day of release, tomorrow refilled with the same. A slow push in one direction, our rear view hazed and filtered out. An increase in calamity, multiple rollercoasters of doubt. I’d swap coherent senses with you if we were allowed, removing all the tainted, all […]
the mome raths outgrabe so many dazed, like it makes up, for how you actually had me razed, erasing me, while you set up on stage: you live without menace though, so that makes every mistake okay, like my essence wasn’t crescent enough, detached from real life, pretend cos play, game, set, match; forty-love, forwards, […]
all mimsy were the borogroves a divine spark the moon sings out a cloudy dee knew all along that disorder that border that personality would damage me declining aligns with certain lines see a melting pot of gold intra-twined ropes twinned souls emotional chemistry bodies too cold to mention don’t have the energy irony of […]
You’re no longer relevant. Fight to survive. Trying to scale heights. Just to stay alive. Licking eyes. Smoothing lines. Stepping out of line. Sending out lines. My lines. Nothing but honesty right. No lies. Listen while you cry. Hold you while you die. Souls align. Brought breath to. Gratitude. To all, except the few. Warrior […]