There're footprints trailing down
To the Earth core inside
Some heading up the h i l ls
I n v i s i b l e o n e s
lying around in the atmosphere
and stuck inbetween seas
Now, I tell you they're all mine
Darkness on the edge of town
Tangling with sand on seaside
All o f them glow and thrill
Just a bit b e t t e r than Sun
When you feel funeral my dear
Follow my trails don't miss
Find Heaven by all the signs
Be afraid of those hounds
This is just where they reside
Living with rots of their kills
Ready to run
But don't worry, don't show fear
Never do they hiss
Just running in lines
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC
We're reeling through the alleyway
The two faces guessing where people going
Like charade on their feet
Trembling hands intertwined
trying to keep up with four shaking knees
Two eyes crying in the rain
Staggering home
Collapsing dim lit lights
Breathing in all the sobs
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 7:26 AM UTC
She lived in that white mansion
Up up on the tar hill
All her life she was wrapped in it
Look closely to find her
Between Christmas trees and patio
Spinning under them wishing so hard
She was a fairy and prayed for a wing
Late evening, she creeped under
this tree she doesn't even know
the name of it
Molding foods out of sands
Driving in a plastic car with her feet
Accidentally her right foot was under the car tyre
But kept trying to drive past this root from this big tree
Crossing over drains so gracefully
She told me the good times
When people praised
That she could write her own name on a markerboard
Or when people said she was pretty
In scarves even though
She looked like hell
She told me it reminds her
Of Fleet Foxes 'White Winter Hymnal' lyrics
*With scarves of red tied around their throats
To keep their little heads
From falling in the snow*
Her scarves was all red too with ribbons pinned on it
That she regret losing it now
Right back when she could wear dresses
Without remarks from her mom
That it felt good when people don't talk
About her hair that is bad everyday
Chocolates were shared without even a thought that she did not want it
Turtles can be kept because there
Were still aquariums
But they went missing the next day
Just like her hamster named Michael
Also this cat she left at a fish market a few time
But got back home like there's a GPS, itinerary and atlas all in its head
When her dad had to work until daylight
She will have to sleep upstairs with mum
In that little space there are microphones of which
She sang songs that find ways until 3 lanes behind her house
She hated the smell of the sofas
She wasn't afraid of heights but
Everytime she looked outside the windows she just get the chills
At nights engines revving on roads
Passing by frightened her so much
Once a burglar got into the room
Where her aunt sleeps in
When dad was working she slept to the room next to her aunt
At 4:00 she heard a distant cry
Up to this day, she doesn't like
The holes on the bathroom walls
She said she could feel someone
Watching
And still there's this trail of size 7
On the white wall under the window
Images of a flower *** moved to the front door
To stop us from running away,
that *******
Now she is out of her own
Beautiful tragic cage
Now she can be found beside this road
Her last step out of the black gates was no tears
I can still feel the echoes from the pictures of her mansion
Like a phantom limb hanging
The air that surround the mansion now
Is straight out of hell
The fog like a poltergeist in her head
Making sounds and moving things
Oiling cogs in my head
And sow the longing deep underneath
To come back in summer and search for her red scarves
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 9:05 AM UTC
Zeal
Where things started out. Talks they were small ones. Names and such.
Zest
Laughs are only here when you are near and smiles are aftertaste from the sip of your jokes.
Zodiac
We both don't believe in either horoscope or astrology but I asked what's your sign and I didn't tell you mine. Your curiosity drove you to ask me mine.
Zany
We put up the ugliest part of us on display and tell that we are okay with each other making acquintance with it. In the same time, making ourselves at home. Nothing to hide.
Zone
Oops, didn't we saw the warning signs?
Zoo
All the adventures I tried to drag you in but you refused.
Zigzag
We took the wrong road. I saw trees like ghosts. I hear sounds and it's getting steeper. We ran with pitch black vision out of all these.
Zip code
I wanted to say sorry and I'm not good at talks so I wrote for you and put it into an envelope. There were never stamps.
Zoom
The feelings. It went away like wind I felt when your car zoomed past me on that Friday night.
Zap
And I'm out of this game.
Zero
Z
Our tale is the length of the Z's in the dictionary. An allegory.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
I hide my dreams in the space between
the cover of a book and the spine of it
I pace underneath beds with a pulse
and I can tell you, my blanket is
clean of dust from the bookshelf
I lie back to try change the anchor
of two on the edges of my lips
into balloons that float
I am not really good at promises:
as I hold up the roofs for you
as I said I would
Earth shifted and I let it fall
and for me to get a grip just so
I won't fall
I slip in between gates of your houses
Seated between beds and bathroom
Spinning around on the couch in front of TVs
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 6:02 AM UTC
To the writer that I read out of pity
I have your name etched in my browser bookmark
In my head still there's pieces of I Couldn't Help It
how I don't quite get it on the first glance from the windows of a weirdo's life
now, in hindsight, still
my favourite of all
I creep almost constantly on your writings
clinging to the lights you reflected onto my life.
You were my very first visit to this site
You are the path of how I'm here.
I thank you
I thank you, Santa Moon Humor Leah Rost.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 8:56 AM UTC
*We sat in front of that computer screen
arguing whether we should type in Comic Sans or Times New Roman,
ended up in laughs
ended up decoding Webdings cussing
I typed in for you and vice versa*
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 9:05 AM UTC
While we walk under sheets of rain
No words hanging between us
Do not think this is serene
Every drip hit and crack detritus
While we walk under shades of hemlocks
Capsized in escaping rays
Never step on droughts
They don't belong in the phrase
While we say this gonna last
But do not even try
Never let tears fall onto grass
You know why we don't take up fights
While we're stuck in blank
I promised you won't slip
And I went down in a bang
Just before a deer could leap
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 3:34 AM UTC
Lies sprout on the edge of your lips
You do not know much, not much
But please don't feel what you feel
And
it's okay that they don't understand,
I tell you.
I am very sorry I got you in trouble,
that I didn't get you out of anything.
Is this your own twisted way of saying goodbye
Or you're finding words to make me stay
that came out all wrong?
I see it's gonna end in misery
When you realize things you're not supposed to
You get that feeling in your stomach?
They are butterflies
with fire on their wings
yes, I set them on fire
When you claimed I'm the oxygen you breath in
Still it never crossed your mind
To leave me
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 7:51 AM UTC
A week and a half, a year before ship sails
Azalea path was already paved
Soon I found someone in the same state of mind as me
All insane of astrology, all insane of metaphors
There's this delirium episode going inside of me that made me
slash what carried me far to see if I could survive worse
even tried the continuum oblivion
till I dare my hands to drive me in to an atom collision
There are times when it wasn't all about wars
I spent it combusting to few places
When and where snow is an empire usurped by crippled leaves in the fall.
Fall, fall, fall
It was him who falls and leaves.
One night, or one day, I don't quite care
but that is when I got away
I ran with flames not yet ignited
I barricade the commotion out with flimsy threads, all I can think
Didn't even thought threads spread flames (if it's ignited)
(Well now it's ignited)
And someone caught up in it
I can still hear him even now
*That's the end of my life
The rest is posthumous*
talking me up
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC