so what if we don't
fit their expectations?
we are hotter than the
midday sun
and nobody can tell us differently
but i must admit
you are perfection,
they insult you
because they don't know what love
is and have never tasted lips
as sweet as yours and never will
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 12:25 PM UTC
escape the deluge of grays
supposed hallowed streets
pavement, machines
splashing of rain being choked
out by tires squealing
no meaning here
just a spare soul outside
find it by rejecting
everything lit by a screen
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC
1
the bird hums
to the pattern of the
pitter patter
2
the blue in grandma's eyes fades just a little as a mixture of sound and blood escape her dry lips
3
Grandma's hands shake
as her warm hand touch the cold
leather gun in this
ever so shifting darkness
we have captured ourselves in
4
Grandma's eyes stare into
mine
one
last
*******
time
as the the pool of blood that damps her back
swallows her in an embrace that was
so much bigger then my own
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 6:46 AM UTC