i heard them say once that
we accept the love
we think we deserve.
and after careful consideration,
meticulous scrutiny,
i have decided to accept you
and whatever colours you wish
to show me.
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 3:57 PM UTC
hi.
hi.
how are you?
good, you?
are we really all this
******* good?
the world, i know it is truly vibrant, but
theres been this film that seems to obstruct my absorption of it.
matte. faded.
and supposedly administered for my own benefit.
that film,
you peel it off.
and i thank you
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
you’re the streetsign at the corner of intrigue and desire,
right next to melancholy hill,
perimetered in barbed wire.
you’re the bloom breaking through the chainlinked fence
crossing the border,
finally tired of the intense.
you’re the solar light when the
sun don’t shine,
the lie in our eyes when we
say we’re fine
you blur the lines between should and want.
a privilege for me, for others you daunt.
so fruitful now
but then, so gaunt.
but enter here, your debutante.
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 6:34 PM UTC
when you meet someone
who has all the
power in the world
to propel you to
the higher altitudes
you so desperately
wish to reach,
but
you
just won’t let them start
your
propellor.
molly sheeves
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 6:22 PM UTC