I want it to feel like a post rock song,
like Mono, Pure as Snow
—Raw life force energy—
Pulling the very life from the listener
To fill her up with this one thing:
“This is a story • this is a lesson • this is a promise • you have and always will have this beauty living inside you.”
Delicate, but well planned notes,
Tuning those tightly wound heart strings and release
Inciting a part of her she could
never quite leave behind.
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 12:42 AM UTC
Animals contoured out of trace
our grace is like angels holding
to the back of a rattlesnake
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 11:40 PM UTC
Swim into that sky of
Dreams
You half hearted wonderer
Laid with the devil and sang
with these angels
Far too long
Too far gone
Gave you hope on shattered glass
Bent your head back and set you on fire
Escape this hold
God grants the sweetest
Your flower petals all flung out, Amaryllis
Reap your beauty breaths and
I’ll catch them in our galaxy
Can’t you feel these lights on your back?
This promise I gave you?
My love, my child, I’m here for you
Two toned butterfly
Make it back to me
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 1:59 AM UTC
Goodbyes are never good.
And hellos are never hell...
Well..
Howcome its always hard to tell?
When i met Amy..
she waved, like the ocean in the horizon view.
i mean, picture a Goddess herself, locking her eyes on you,
hypnotizing you,
Telling you all infinity lies in you,
Her heart hides in you,
Her vocal tone rises you...
Like the tide..
under the horizon view..
but her theory was dark. Like the side of the moon we don't see..
Weird, *** most of the time she was joyous and joke-sy.
But she had a mental intent.
to rent, an individuals mind until her emotion was spent.
Pitched up her tent,
Now she lives in my head.
i cant get rid of her, feeling blue when shes wearing red.
i cant get ahead..
i need her,
I bleed her.
i read her.
i see her.
She runs thru my mind mind so much,
even my feet hurt.
but shes evil.
Reveling in my chaos and depression.
her sole mission is to leave me well wishin..
fishing for hope, with nothing in my view.
except the horizon.
i cant forget her eyes'n....
the way she caressed my hand in the midst of my anger.
but its sad to say her theory just brings me danger..
she says she cant be happy if im happy.
i cant believe she can say that,
I mean,
sure shes a Ten..
sure shes a friend..
sure when i ask her to come over she always says, when..
i mean i dont ever wanna put her down...
Amy's my PEN.
the pen that stood beside me when i wrote my lifestory.
the pen that stays truthful even if it gets gory.
the pen that keeps me sane and even takes over for me,
The pen that allows me the hope to reach glory..and see..
the same pen that forces me write daily im trapped,
Confined in this desk, Hennessy spilled on my lap,
lost in life, blank map im tryna fill in the gap,
Last thing i needs a fucken object that keeps giving me crap!
Still ill love her forever, and never ever leave, thatll never occur...
my pen, i named her amy and sometimes i feel that i write for her.
-afj
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC