Do these lovely grounds permit me
Of my present presence, like thistle
Be unwanted and undaunted
Taken greatly in arbored orchard
May my refuge grow demure
Taken often by lapping banks
May my breath grow slow and slight
By those tentacline roots
Those heightened and lengthy articles
May that shade and slanted sallow
Blanket lightly my discomfort
Ne’er is there such wondrous sedation
Then this lilting life, by waterside
And no bile ink nor vitriol
May ever dissipate this lovely truth
Sep 30, 2021
Sep 30, 2021 at 10:58 AM UTC
And now it's over
The hours count down
No more water
No more home
No more free
No more crown
Just a desk and some work
Just a phone and a girl
Just a sunset sad boy
Loving the world
Or hating
Hate the people
Hate emotions
Hate the power
That the feeling he's knowing
Is the encroaching by the hour
It's surreal enough to laugh
And it's absurd that he might cry
And the sunset summer kid goes to wipe away his eye
His girl, his work, and his hope.
Begins now.
So do.
Or die.
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 7:52 PM UTC
He's going to try
He's gone without
For a year now
There is no die
There is no doubt
It's hard not to see how,
He won't succeed
His confidence agreed
So he wants to ask
Her hand in love
A safety pin hangs
In his closet
An ungiven gift
Waiting for the night
That lovely night
When he knows
That he'll love again.
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 7:49 PM UTC
Heavy head
Heavy heart
I did the thing
I said I'd do from the start
I didn't chicken out
I committed
I breathed
I breathed in relief
For now I know I can
I'm free because I don't care
It's a liberating feeling
To prove it
I breath in
The stench of confidence
Of sleepy gratitude
That I did it
I tried
I succeeded
And I'll do it again.
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 7:46 PM UTC
With a friend
Or two
He makes a last stand
A last word
On a fleeting land
Tell him it's over
He'll hold on tighter
So he's grasping the air
Is that a lighter?
The final stand
Of numb dejection
Well guess what
He succumbs
The story goes on.
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 7:44 PM UTC
Who does he look to
With a sense of safety
Her and her words
Because she feels like quiet
Like sinking
In a good way
Like Icarus
In that one picture
She makes him feel
Like the sun
Like the deep
She is the blue
And the red
And she makes him
Feel better
But he worries
If she can make him
Feel better
She might leave
Then what will he feel?
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 7:42 PM UTC
However there is an awful interjection
Specially or required re-inspection
He has to leave The Room
His room
And he breaks
Attacks riddle a weaker boy
And he thinks fondly of summers prior
He recalls a world free of those anxieties
Could you imagine?
He thinks of this now with a sense,
Of crippling disassociation
****
The feeling is fading
He doesn't want that feeling to fade
That would mean admitting defeat
That would mean it never really mattered
Did it matter?
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 7:39 PM UTC
Fun
Eyes swelling
Sparkling in that light
Fiery burns
Cake the bodies
Of a three certain boys
He's purely happy
Or is he just sad
Oh what does it matter
The lights are
So **** bright.
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 7:35 PM UTC
Friend can be friends
Even if the others
Are ********
Because aren't we all
********
Or maybe that's flawed reasoning
Because he knows they're not good
But like a drug, they're fun
To be proud
But does he sacrifice fun?
His standards aren't low
But such is his mind
That he can reason his way
Out of guilt
A burning sun sets over conflict
And he reasons
He'll stay a moment longer.
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 7:33 PM UTC
Cloud over coverage
Above that peaceful
World of hate
The roaring of an engine
And whirring brain
Mind watching clouds go by
Watching day
Fade into twilight
Into darkness
And those clouds
Love to disappear
In the white light
Of an airport.
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 7:29 PM UTC