i want to buy these mice a home so that their presence helps keep the table clear i think i’ll place it in the gap between the door and the floor in the hopes of keeping the noise out and of having at least one of us feel a sense of being welcome
the paper bags in my hands wouldn’t feel heavy if they knew where they were going maybe and hitting my head against the bed again doesn’t stop me from showing off the letters on my chest although i’ve been known to miss the mark
if there's a spark in her eyes it’s 'cause she stole the light from mine but i like the cold because it makes me feel alive
my favorite part comes around when the two trains meet and for a second i can catch a glimpse of everyone’s place in the world before we’re whisked away to our respective loneliness
or maybe it’s where the streets run narrow like those in the places where connection, if anything, tastes a bit more genuine it's quite polarizing but this time i’ll seek comfort in the grey of it until it all comes rushing back
they say home is where the heart is so this probably still isn’t it but it will do for now
[new york city] | [definition of home] | [pursuit of cold]
It is far too easy to become as nasty and as evil as our counterparts when they have treated you that way far too long And it worsens, As they deny the aftermath of this treatment to you It's passed down, Turmoil building turmoil, rolling it up to start the base of a snowman It causes the destruction of our hearts, distorts our minds, to casually gloss over our eyes The consequence? Every generation is weaker than the last *They think they're unpredictable and rambunctious, but they don't realize, That this is controlled too
I give you a grain of rock And I tell you of the highest mountain, containing liquid gold at the entrance of the very tip But you, throwing the grain in my eye Choose not to believe me Instead you choose to spew out the nastiness of your disbelief Even after bluntly letting you know to do research "I'm not gonna do any ******* research" Well dear, stay blind, I hope you fall on a cactus *** first Bet that will open your eyes
This is a metaphor. Keep your mouth shut if you don't know what you're talking about.
You "Speak your mind," And, "Don't hold your tongue" And, "Right is right" And, "Wrong is wrong" Until, it is your child that is involved You make up every excuse While slaining others for the same? Ha Ha Ha Absolute moot. Don't give someone a pill that you can't swallow.
Stop salting your soil Stop ripping your roots Stop grating your grass Start calling a truce Start reeping what you sow Start watering and it'll grow Communicate Appreciate Never hesitate Or the sun will Not elevate