idyllic statues, grandiose encourage wonder to draw close in some remote temple stare at mirages, however, fair actualizations hardly theorized all potential there unrealized a beacon for, well, just the two journeyed by and could not eschew weary drifters they came to see how everything there ought to be perceived in awe the tailored art renewed their will to impart what they want, what they will of course the statues remain still...
I reached for gray, but withdrew wanted laces, but just a few the orange pair was fine, but matched no style of mine, black leather, khaki plaid, muted blue too many options for a god-damn shoe massaging insoles, ventilated sides, advanced synthetic or traditional cow hides? blinking lights, open-ended or enclosed, who on earth, all these variations, proposed? I can’t wear blue, I’m feeling sad… risqué red, on a man, just looks bad…...
On the verge of self discovery it seemed immenent until she appeared i became lost in lust immediatly my life was no longer mine
I’d rather a love that never died, As opposed to one that always tried. Self-preservation and enjoyment, both. To live and love, an intermingled oath. Even those that love does not employ, Should stay alive, to occasionally enjoy. So it pains me, hurts me deeply, to see Those I knew, or loved, or both… plea. For death. Actions expediate sure demise. It hurts enough, to yield tear-filled eyes. Strangers too, I might never chance to meet....
Clay face, eyeless, mouth-less, is Beaten repeatedly by loving hands. Impressionable, soft, the surface, is Transformed into the mind’s image. Muscle, sweat, salt, eyeballs, are Twitching, stinging, aching, creating. Form, taken, given, inevitable, is Somehow unintentional, startling. Nightmares, flashbacks, the past, is Embodied there. Destroyed instantaneously. Cracks, chunks, dust, anger, anxiety, are Splattered. Baseball bat’s sole purpose. Damned, cursed, mumbling, mad, man, is Plagued, fabricating reminders of, a hell....
Two eyes Overlap In space, compressed two dimensions and sketches outline attraction no lashes no people eyes, only two of them never have I envisioned so much tension tear the page the eyes linger damn shy dispositions always stopping at the eyes
Into and out of the realm Like apparitions they faded I stood watching, confused; Never becoming jaded. I’d almost forgoten them, But for a scent, or a phrase Would bring them back And they’d linger for days Almost mad at their presence, I struggled terribly within To banish them, forget them, So they’d never come again. I would sweat in the stillness The cold darkness of night Blurry-eyed and frustrated…...
I envy that small creature carried by the wind to wherever he decides is suitable for rest Yes, gliding about the earth how much he must see in a day and how big it must seem, too He seems to love life, greatly, always singing as he sweeps by overhead… chirping, whistling It seems to me, that it seems to him… life is a wonder to rejoice in and explore always...
you look at me with hatred when I do not conform with pain you punish me, I think that is the norm relentlessly you try to shape me; do I change? I do not know myself, this just all seems strange. you tell me to pray, you instruct me to kill, you confine all my being, and preach me free will you tell me to work, and you tell me to pray...
they sat there in utter silence permitting each earnest gaze to unleash their imagination. it whispered softly to their madness pleading with it to unleash merciless power on the psyche. it might have, but they still sat. quietly, staring in distrust back and forth amongst themselves. each glance met with an equal unsettling momentary peer of hatred and blood turned to fiery ice. anger overwhelmed its host burst into reality with a scream...