Thank you Tyler for your endless work
Despite your lot on this cruel earth
For a smile and your attention to detail
For a quest to please your customers without
fail* ...

filled up with enmity coiling up inside
The chest billows up
Thy want to heave it out
Then destined to tranquility

The claws scratch the flesh
Death gnaws on the remnants of longevity
Unless visions have a chest
To burst out into effervescence

Spontaneous sigh is kicked out of your breath
The clavicles sharpen, the eyes ogle ahead
The nothingness dilates
The flicker has no entrance for itself to adumbrate

For utopia has its own gore
To marvel over inside,
The plasters of bliss
Have guffawed over the gullible dusk

The gloom has left with a whisper
A muttering not to be heard
The relief has sewed on flesh
With the clouds coming out of thy outburst

The relief rebirths the serenity
Has been meandered, halted
For thou shed leaves
Making agony to clouds of no return

Utopic defiance,
the idiosyncratic anectodes
Stains of externalized innundation
For the literal existance of hope.

The sun is on fire
Heating everything in its sight

She wakes up everyday
to a sky that changes
Today it was blue
She laughed and played
and smiled with her friends
the next day it was different
it was dark and grey
She walked away and hid
so her strikes won't hurt anybody
There are times that I wish
that it would stay blue
So she won't hide from the rain
and disappear

A
Few
Words
Can
Carry
A thousand
Meanings