That bowlers cap fit you incredibly well.
A monocle for the laughs.
Constantly with a cigar.
A perfectly formed stash.
Never a hair out of place.
The personality of a tie-dye shirt.
The face of a businessman.
Rest in peace Tim.
You were more than a good man.
Truthfully a Titan.
Farewell Monopoly Man.
Heaven won't know what hit 'em.
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 11:04 PM UTC
Hundreds of people have died climbing Everest.
And they're still up there man.
Just goes to show you.
Each and every one of them,
Highly motivated, Athletic
Outgoing, Brave, Strong.
But they're all corpse confetti now,
Decorating the accomplishments of others.
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 2:15 AM UTC
Sometimes, Peace is just a piece.
A solitary moment in time.
A fleeting second of bliss.
A piece of peace is worth the price.
It's easy to focus on turbulence.
Because it's so engaging.
But pieces of peace come equally.
They are just harder to see.
A few seconds of upset
Becomes hours of discomfort.
But peace eventually comes.
Like tides of an ocean.
Take notice of when there is nothing to notice.
It will help, I promise.
Enjoy your pieces of peace.
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 2:55 AM UTC
Pssshhhht, shhhhik, clink clink clink.
Pshhhhhhhhhht pshhhht psssshhhhhhhhtttt.
Chccck clink clink clink shhhhhhrkt
Pssshhhht.
Ah, Liquid art.
That smell.
Toxic.
Nostalgic.
**** my lungs.
Tie-Dye Cilia.
Rainbow fingertips.
Beautify.
Annihilate.
Destroy.
Create.
Psssshhhht psssshhhhttt shhhhhhik.
Clink clink clink.
Pssshhhht.
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 2:29 AM UTC
Where's all the good stuff?
Not all this love fluff.
Let's get freaky.
Let's get strange.
Not all peaky.
We need range.
Get odd.
Get peculiar.
Be weird, it's cool.
People don't mind.
Be sad but interesting.
Not just confessing.
Be unique.
Have some flavor.
We all like some weird to savor.
Express or Depress.
Just be different.
Don't hold back.
Let it get weird.
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 1:15 AM UTC
I fumble as I hear it slip.
Slide off the tip of my tongue,
and drip from my lips.
It just slipped out.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC
Crisp, clean, consice. Clearly a collection my conscience cannot create. Confused, curious, cautious. A call more my cadence. Consuming a cadre of Cadillac thoughts. A cerebellum rather cellular in creative cognition. Can't call a conundrum something convincing, how contrived.
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 1:02 PM UTC
Daunting deizens of the deep, dank, dark of devilish debauchery, defiling and deflowering desires of desirable demigods. Dastardly defying dictates of democracy. Despite the dangers of delicacy they don despicable disguises of dainty damsels defiled and destroyed. Doubly doubling the demonic display of disproportionate distress they desire. **** them.
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 3:14 AM UTC
For the love of god!
A battle cry for those of the faith.
Bolstering the forces of religion.
Warmongering and prejudice, Nectar of the lord.
For the love of god!
The battle cry echoes this day.
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 5:32 PM UTC
You might say I'm like a pouch.
Possibly a pocket.
I hold onto things.
Not physical things.
Never physical things.
Moments.
Ideas.
Sounds.
Swimming in a pool of moments.
Problematic with letting things go.
Not in the way of a pouch to let things go.
If only my pouch had a hole.
Not a physical one.
Nor too large a hole either.
Most people have holes.
Which I guess makes them more like socks.
Possibly tubes.
Oh to be a tube.
Not a physical one.
Got that covered.
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 11:31 PM UTC